Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 226: The Flower Moon is Coming*

Ren knew exactly what would happen if Syris found out about Altair.

She fully intended to tell Syris eventually, on her own terms, because keeping a secret of this magnitude from her highly volatile, possessive husband would cause far more harm than good in the long run.

But she definitely wasn’t going to let Vex control the narrative.

She narrowed her green eyes at him. Ren had enough life experience navigating the cutthroat restaurant industry to spot a shakedown from a mile away. Even if she bluffed and lied, telling him that Syris already knew all about the eagle, she couldn’t risk Vex approaching him with this juicy gossip just to stir the pot.

"What do you want, Vex?" Ren asked flatly.

Vex’s smirk widened into a breathtaking, triumphant smile.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask," he purred.

Without another word, Vex leaned forward, his hand slipping to the back of her neck, and claimed her lips in a deep, forceful kiss.

Ren gasped against his mouth, but she didn’t push him away. She kissed him back, her mind logically concluding that this was what he wanted in exchange for his silence. A quick make-out session to appease the flirtatious Fox.

But Vex didn’t keep it quick. He explored her mouth with devastating expertise, his tongue sweeping past her lips to taste her, twisting and tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her waist flush against his hard body.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped Ren’s throat, vibrating into the kiss. She hated to admit it, especially since she had three incredibly skilled husbands, but Vex was a damn good kisser. Arguably the best kisser. He was smooth, confident, and tasted faintly of sweet mint and wild berries.

When Vex finally pulled away, a thin, glistening string of saliva connected their lips before snapping.

Ren was completely breathless, her chest heaving.

"Will you... will you keep the secret now?" Ren panted, looking up into his half-lidded orange eyes.

Vex chuckled, a low, melodic sound that vibrated against her chest. He swiped his thumb across her wet lower lip.

"That?" Vex murmured playfully. "I just wanted to kiss you. There is something else that I want to ensure my absolute silence."

Ren’s haze vanished instantly. She glared at him, her patience rapidly waning.

"I am not mating with you," Ren told him outright.

Ren was incredibly aroused—her body was already humming from the kiss—but unbeknownst to her, the magical Scent Masking Spray she had applied earlier was working perfectly, entirely masking the heavy, sweet scent of her mounting lust from the Fox’s sensitive nose.

Hearing her blunt rejection, Vex pouted.

It was an entirely unfair tactic. On a lethal, manipulative shaman, the pout was terrifyingly cute. It made his sharp features look boyish and unfairly endearing.

He didn’t argue. Instead, Vex buried his face in the crook of her neck, his orange hair tickling her cheek.

"I won’t say anything to Syris out of the kindness of my heart," Vex whispered against her skin, his breath hot. "Couldn’t you spend some time with a lonely fox out of the kindness of your heart? The heat of the mating season is difficult for me, too."

He pressed a soft kiss just below her ear.

"We are only a few nights away from the start of the Flower Moon," Vex continued, his voice taking on a husky, strained edge. "The absolute peak of the mating season. Control is little, and lust is high in both males and females. Have some mercy, Little Rose."

Ren’s defenses began to crumble. She found herself melting back against him, accepting his radiant warmth, her skin craving his touch.

[System: He has a point, Host! It would just be one time! Think of it as charity work! Be a philanthropist of pleasure!]

But before she could formulate a verbal protest, she felt one of Vex’s large hands leave her waist. It traveled slowly, agonizingly up her torso, before landing squarely on her left breast.

He cupped the soft, heavy mound right through the thick fur of the grey dress. With his face still buried deeply in her neck, inhaling her skin, his hand began to move. He caressed her breast, his fingers kneading the flesh before finding her hardening nipple and pinching it firmly through the soft leather lining.

"Ah!" Ren bit her bottom lip hard to silence a loud moan.

Simultaneously, Vex adjusted his stance behind her. He pressed his raging, rock-hard erection perfectly against the cleft of her buttocks and began to slowly, rhythmically dry hump her from behind.

’This is wrong,’ Ren thought desperately, her eyes fluttering shut. ’I need to stop this. I have an elk stew to cook! The cauldron is literally right there already on the fire!’

But her body was impossibly needy. Ren could feel the slick, hot wetness pooling rapidly between her thighs. Her arousal spiked with every pleasure-filled twist of her nipple and every heavy, deliberate thrust of Vex’s hips against her rear.

Without even realizing she was doing it, Ren’s hips rolled backward. She slowly started grinding against him, meeting his thrusts with an eager friction of her own.

’Stop! Stop it!’ Ren screamed at herself in her thoughts, horrified by her own lack of self-control. ’I shouldn’t be doing this!’

But she just couldn’t stop. Her body wasn’t listening to her brain anymore. It felt as if her limbs and nerve endings were being remote-controlled by the perverted System, heavily aided by the maddening, intoxicating hormones of this damn mating season.

’I don’t understand!’ Ren agonized, arching her back as Vex bit lightly down on her shoulder. ’I am not even a beast person! I am a human from Earth! Why is this moon affecting me so much?!’

Vex kept his left hand planted firmly on her waist, anchoring her against him as she moved perfectly against his body to meet his slow, agonizingly deep thrusts. He continued to dry hump her with relentless, rhythmic precision, while his right hand pinched and rolled her aching nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight down to her core.

The heat between them was becoming unbearable. The friction through the clothing wasn’t enough anymore.

Suddenly, Vex’s rhythm hitched.

Both of his hands dropped from her waist and her breast. They slid swiftly down her sides, gripping the bottom hem of her soft grey dress, and he began pulling it up her thighs.