Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 84: Until He Decides To Give Himself To Me

Yan Wuhen was clearly enjoying himself.

He took Ningyan’s cock with practiced ease, working him from root to tip, deliberately gagging as he pushed deeper, unbothered by the way it pressed against the back of his throat.

Ningyan’s lips parted as his head fell back, a broken breath tearing free. His legs trembled, weak, held upright only by Wuhen’s firm grip on his ass.

Running didn’t even cross his mind anymore. The thought dissolved completely as Wuhen’s tongue worshipped him, drawing helpless moans from his chest, each one spilling out without restraint.

His hands shook, fingers clenching uselessly in the air until Wuhen suddenly slapped his ass, hard.

"Ah.." Ningyan gasped, snapping his head forward, only to meet those red-gold fox eyes glowing with pure amusement as his cock was swallowed again.

He was going to combust.

Wuhen’s hands kneaded his ass, fingers sliding teasingly along his crack, sending a sharp shudder through him. He glared down at Wuhen, who only smiled around him before pulling back, clearly intending to withdraw.

"No—don’t!" Ningyan blurted, the plea leaving him before he could stop himself.

Wuhen chuckled softly and took him back in, slower this time. Ningyan’s eyes rolled back, his toes curling as pleasure surged through him.

"Oh...fuck, that feels good," he breathed.

His hands found Wuhen’s hair, fingers sinking in as he began to guide the movement himself. Wuhen allowed it easily, yielding to his control without resistance.

"Your mouth—" Ningyan gasped, breath ragged. "It feels so good."

He couldn’t understand how it was possible. How a mouth could feel like this. The sensation burned through him, electricity rushing through his veins, alive and overwhelming.

"I’m—" His voice broke.

He came hard, fingers tightening in Wuhen’s hair as he pushed forward, releasing everything. Wuhen took it all, swallowing without hesitation, breathless but unyielding.

Ningyan saw stars.

His lips curved into a helpless, satisfied smile as the pleasure washed through him, leaving his entire body trembling in its wake.

Wuhen moved immediately, Ningyan’s cock slipping free with a soft pop. Before Ningyan could even process it, Wuhen had already chuckled, pulled his pants back on, and drawn him into his arms. He lay back on the bed, guiding Ningyan down until he was settled neatly on top of him, warm and pressed close.

Ningyan’s mind was too scrambled to resist. He didn’t want to think, he just wanted to sleep.

Wuhen’s warmth seeped into him, comforting despite how wrung out his body felt after everything that had happened that night. Even with the unmistakable bulge pressed against his stomach, Ningyan relaxed, breathing slow and heavy as he let himself enjoy the sensation.

Eventually, sleep claimed him.

Wuhen held him there, idly threading his fingers through Ningyan’s hair. His gaze lifted to Rong Yue, who had been watching quietly. He was so still he might as well not have been in the room.

"Are you sure you won’t get bored of him, Wuhen?" Rong Yue asked at last, his voice cutting cleanly through the silence.

"Why does everyone assume—"

"You’ve broken off more than five engagements," Rong Yue interrupted, setting the cup on the table.

Wuhen clicked his tongue and shifted slightly, making sure Ningyan stayed comfortably pressed against him, his head tucked beneath Wuhen’s chin.

"He’s different."

"Different how?" Rong Yue asked calmly. "He’s a phoenix, and he’s already in danger. And there are other important complications to focus on. Lan Yunlai, for one."

"He smells good," Wuhen said suddenly.

Rong Yue raised a brow. "What?"

"I want him. And I have him," Wuhen replied flatly. "I don’t care about anything else."

"Wuhen," Rong Yue sighed. "If you truly want him to stay, if you want him to love you, you’ll have to break the chain."

Wuhen’s eyes darkened. "No."

"Wuhen—"

"I said no." His voice was sharp this time, final.

Rong Yue exhaled slowly. "You know Lanyin and Qinghe both consented to their spirit-mate chain. Ningyan didn’t. A phoenix isn’t meant to be trapped. Look at him. He’s determined. Curious. Alive."

Wuhen didn’t answer. He kept running his fingers through Ningyan’s hair, slow and steady. After a long stretch of silence, he spoke quietly.

"If I break the chain, he’ll leave. Without hesitation. That’s what he wants." His jaw tightened. "That’s why he’s always resisting me." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Rong Yue looked at Wuhen with softened eyes, something like understanding settling into his expression.

"Maybe you should let him go."

"I don’t want to." Wuhen’s voice was sharper this time. "Let’s not have this conversation anymore."

Rong Yue nodded. He rose to his feet and moved unhurriedly toward the bed. "Can I join you two?"

Wuhen glanced at him. "It’s your bed."

"Sure it is." Rong Yue smirked as he lay down in front of him. Slowly, he lifted a hand and rested it against Wuhen’s forehead. "Do you think he might be your mate? I’ve never seen you this intensely drawn to any beast."

His hand drifted down Wuhen’s arm, fingers trailing warm against his skin, before moving to brush through the short white strands of Ningyan’s hair.

Wuhen’s red-gold eyes burned. "You know I don’t believe in—"

"Don’t say that."

Wuhen smiled, then rolled his eyes. "I don’t."

Rong Yue let the subject drop. "About Lan Tianheng. You know he never moves alone. His twin, Tianlong, is always with him. So, whatever Tianheng wants to discuss might be a trap for you."

"You don’t think they’d do something stupid inside the academy, do you?" Wuhen asked.

Rong Yue snorted. "Dragons have fought in the academy before and nothing came of it. As long as it’s royals like us, war only ends in death and loss. No one’s getting punished, certainly not forced to do handstands or breathe fire as penance."

Wuhen frowned. "It would be stupid if they tried to hurt me in any way."

"There’s no harm in wanting to be cautious," Rong Yue said quietly. "I know you don’t do safe, but I care about you."

"I still don’t know why." Wuhen grinned wildly. "Do you really love my cock that much?"

Rong Yue’s lips twitched, his fingers still threading through Ningyan’s hair.

"Perhaps. But now, I do enjoy watching you... and him. At least until he decides to give himself to me."

Wuhen smiled and shifted, nuzzling into the crook of Ningyan’s neck. His ears twitched, tails swaying slowly behind him.

"You are so boring, Yuer."