Old Injury

【The winter in Xiangtan is too cold, I really want to live in a place where the four seasons are like spring. 】

My words were like a handful of water poured into hot oil, Song Bailao was instantly furious and rushed towards me.

He put his hands on my shoulders and held me firmly.

"Has he kissed you?"

I lay there on my back, looking at his icy face, I felt amused.

"What do you want to know? What can you do if you know it?" Fuck me, let me have a baby for him, are you satisfied?"

It was the first time I had spoken to him like this since we were married, no, since we met him again. No longer cautious, no longer thinking about left and right, as presumptuous as having ten lives.

The force on my shoulders was so great that it was about to crush my bones, I couldn't help it any longer and frowned in pain.

"So, you love him."

For a moment, I even ignored the pain in my body. I stared at him blankly, wondering how he came to this conclusion.

I wanted to deny it, but a second before I spoke, I realized that I was lying.

"Love." In order for the lie to continue, more lies must be told, "Why else would I have a baby for him?"

Song Bailao looked down at me, his expression between outburst and forbearance: "Where's the child?"

"Dead, as soon as he was born, he died. It's blood."

He glared at me, suddenly sneered coldly, and raised the corner of his lips: "Ha, the other party is still an alpha, why, he won't marry you?"

Before I could answer, he freed a hand and stroked my cheek with a softness that made me creepy.

"I knew you couldn't have a baby, why would I be so troublesome."

I turned my face away: "Let go..."

He squeezed my chin and asked me to face him again: "He refused to marry you, so you turned around and chose me." Then his expression turned grim, revealing ferocious canine teeth, "You liar..."

"I'm a liar, you're a jerk."

A total asshole.

He looked like he was completely irritated by me, and the next moment seemed to be about to pounce on my throat and tear my flesh.

But I guessed wrong, he did pounce, but it was right in my mouth.

He pierced my throat with his tongue and ripped my lower lip with his teeth, quickly making the kiss smell of blood.

I moved instinctively, even using my feet.

In order to prevent me from struggling, he released me, quickly turned me over, and put one hand on my shoulder and neck, making me lie on the bed and unable to move.

He sneered: "Asshole? Oh, then let you see how **** I am."

After he finished speaking, he rudely tore off the clothes that were blocking him, but his actions became gentler than ever.

He kneaded the back of my neck, dropped continuous kisses on my back, and even licked the hollow of my spine, biting the skin there.

I clasped the sheets with my fingers, trembling unbearably, and wanted to hunker down. He released the palm of his hand that was pinching the back of my neck, and his fingers went down the spine, all the way down to the lumbar spine, where the tattoo was.

I froze and struggled harder.

"You're twisting so hard," he increased his strength and pressed my waist back, "Is this your sensitive spot?" He rubbed it with his thumb, It was as if there was an electric current running through my limbs, and I couldn't help but let out a shameful moan from between my clenched lips and teeth.

"Did he do this to you?"

Before I could answer, he moved his fingers away, and before I could breathe a sigh of relief, a hot and heavy human body was immediately covered on my back. His breath spit on the side of my neck, his soft tongue licked the bite marks on my neck, and licked my earlobe from time to time.

I pressed my forehead against the bed, closed my eyes, unable to control the trembling of my body.

"Can he bring you more happiness than me?"

Maybe he didn't realize that he was fighting a fictional alpha that didn't exist.

For this reason, he paid attention to my reaction throughout the whole process, speculated on my preferences, made me ups and downs in the sea of ​​desire, constantly climbed higher waves, and fell into deeper seas.

He wants to make me crazy for him and make me surrender to him.

Each inch of bone is like an overbaked cookie, as if it will crumble to pieces at the touch.

In the swaying vision, suddenly, the small pot of mimosa on the windowsill broke into the eye.

The muscles of the whole body tensed in an instant, and were thrown to the high wave again.

"Don't..." I grabbed the fabric under my hand, pulled out the messy folds of the sheet, tried my best to lift the upper body, and then collapsed suddenly.

He stopped, waited for me to calm down, and kissed the back of my neck.

"Is he doing well with me?" He panted, as if he was struggling.

It's hard for him to be so embarrassed as an alpha. It should be known that after human beings are beastized because of c20, not only their physical structure is beastized, but their character is also affected to some extent. Especially on the bed, this kind of animal nature contained in the genes is particularly distinct. The omega's femininity and the alpha's strength are all related to this.

Alpha instinctively suppresses the bed partner, so as to better inject sperm and breed offspring.

They are not only the kings of the world, but also the absolute masters of the bed. Let them suppress their instincts and endure the impulse to please another person. Maybe I have too little knowledge, but I have never heard of it. However, since the parties involved will not publicize this kind of thing, it cannot be done.

I felt something in my body move again, and I pushed his lower abdomen with a frightened backhand: "Enough, enough..."

He was not afraid of my strength at all, and still deepened the stimulation to me at an unshakable uniform rate.

"Why didn't he marry you? Because you were beta, or because you didn't have children?"

The hot sweat dripped from the tail vertebra, which made me tremble.

Song Bailau took my hand away and pressed it all up, reaching an incredible depth.

"If you were an omega, would you have married him long ago?" Song Bailao's determination to win or lose was unbearable, and he kept asking all sorts of inexplicable and inexplicable questions. And I couldn't answer a word because my head was dizzy and lustful. I buried my face in the quilt, biting the sheets, venting the joy that I didn't know what to do, but also blocking those embarrassing roars and moans.

"Unfortunately you're a beta, a beta that can't be tagged..." He opened his mouth and scratched the back of my neck dangerously with his canine teeth, as if thinking about the angle at which to bite.

His lips pressed against my bite mark, and was still suspiciously still, as if he suddenly turned into a statue with body temperature. But in the next second, he "woke up" without warning, completely released his instincts, no longer suppressed, and completely completed his possession with ferocity.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; "唔 唔 ..." I was raised a few times at the end of his life, and he was suppressed by him.

Exhausted, I loosened the sheet wet with saliva, stretched out my limbs groggy, and lay on the bed.

Song Bailao's arm inserted into the gap between me and the bed, and hugged me tightly, causing a dull pain in my sternum, almost suffocating.

I was so tired, this hand-to-hand fight on the bed, I was completely suppressed from the beginning. My heart clamored to never give in, but my body quickly sank.

In the end, I am also a layman, and I can't be ruthless.

The thoughts gradually drifted away until they fell into darkness. On the edge of being lethargic and awake, there was still a little bit of consciousness left when I heard Song Bailau seem to call my name.

I tried my best to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to be stuck and could not be separated.

"It's you first...it's not that easy...don't think about..."

His voice was sombre, as if it contained hatred, it should not be a good word. That's what I thought before I lost consciousness completely.