Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 240: We are officially mates!(M)

He did not plunge in entirely, though.

The shock of the sudden entry... the sheer, overwhelming size made her gasp. But he only drove in halfway, lodging himself deep, filling her completely, and then freezing.

Wait. STOP! Her mind screamed in delightful panic. He is stuck! Did I break him? Or did I break myself?!

Han Jue leaned down, his eyes glittering, triumphant, and utterly merciless. He was breathing heavily, his muscles coiled tight, clearly fighting his own desperate urge to move.

"You like to start games, Lan Lan," he whispered, his voice dark with predatory satisfaction. "But you never finish them. You started this. Now I finish it."

He did not move an inch. He just rested there, deep inside her, hot, heavy, and immense.

"Jue Jue... no..." she whimpered, her body convulsing around him, trying to squeeze the movement out of him. "Please... I did not mean it... I take it back! I will never tease you again!"

He pinched the flesh of her thick thighs, not quite hard enough to hurt, but enough to demand her attention.

"Oh? You said you would never tease me again? You said I am stupid and then teased me without any mercy, then pinned me down! Did you think I would not seek revenge for that monk comment?"

The monk comment! He held onto that?! My handsome, sensitive Buddha Jue!

"I swear! I will build you a golden statue! I will worship your patience!" she pleaded, her voice rising in a desperate whine.

This was pure torment. She was filled, stretched, and screaming for him to move, yet he was utterly still. She felt like she might actually die of internal combustion. I am going to get blue balls in my honey pot! Is that even scientifically possible?!

She tried to wiggle. But it was useless. He was too heavy, too solid, and his grip on her hips was like iron.

"You said I was stupid," he reminded her, his eyes twinkling dangerously. "You enjoyed watching me struggle. You even laughed."

"I take it back! You are a genius! A tactical, strategic, dominant, CEO level genius!" she begged, tears starting to sting her eyes, half from frustration, half from the exquisite pain of stasis.

"Just move! Please, I am begging you! Why are you tormenting me like this?"

He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that made her insides tremble. "Because you deserve it, my naughty wife. I need to teach you a lesson about controlling a beastman."

He slowly, agonizingly slowly, pressed in another centimeter. She let out a choked cry, the new depth shocking her.

"Lesson one," he stated firmly, leaning in close until their noses touched. "The beastman always chooses the pace."

Then, with a sudden, decisive roar, his expression turning purely feral, he pulled her hips toward him and began to move fast, deep, and reaching the very end.

"And the beastman," he grunted, slamming deep and hard, "always wins!"

"Harder, Han Jue... ahh... ohhh... yes... fuck, damn you, big wolf. You were just pretending to be a lamb," Su Qinglan screamed as each slam sent her straight to heaven.

Both of them got lost in the friction and pleasure, the heat inside the cave so fierce that even the heavy rain outside could not quench it. They went at it once, twice, three times, and then she even lost count.

She realized now that she was truly strong. She had not fallen unconscious at all after so many rounds. Maybe she had become stronger after mating with her beast husbands each time.

Even Han Jue doubted his own strength because his little female’s appetite was truly immense. "So be it," he decided internally. "I could definitely satisfy her all day."

Soon, he pinned her down, lifting her hips with his hands and positioning her legs around his shoulders, giving him direct, deep entry. He plunged even farther. They changed positions many times, driving each other all day.

Finally, Su Qinglan slumped in his arms, all sweaty and with a blissful expression. Only then did Han Jue find himself cooling down.

The predatory gaze disappeared, and he looked at his mate with a loving expression. She was so beautiful, flushed beside his strong body.

Su Qinglan put her head on his big forearm, which felt comforting with every movement. Ah, she was dead tired. Both of them had really gone wild today.

It was the first time she had not stopped her husband. She wanted to see just how strong these beastmen were, but it seemed their energy was limitless. She mentally cried. She would never do any experiments like that again.

Looking at her condition... her honey pot was dripping the white stuff all over her legs. She grew even more speechless. Even her body refused to take more. But her lips twitched even more when she looked at the thing pushing at her buttocks, which was still hard as a rock. Do they ever go down? she wondered.

But just as her mind was wandering everywhere, she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when she heard his words.

"Lan Lan... look," he murmured, his expression brightening like two stars. He pointed toward her forearm.

And suddenly, a magnificent, active wolf’s head tattoo appeared on her forearm, majestic and alive.

The wolf’s head on her forearm slowly became clearer.

At first, it was only a faint outline, like moonlight under skin. Then the lines deepened, smooth and elegant, forming a proud white wolf. Its eyes seemed alive, calm yet powerful, and its fur looked as if it were moving with a soft inner glow.

Su Qinglan held her breath.

"It is... so beautiful," she whispered.

Han Jue stared at it without blinking. His chest felt tight, his heart pounding harder than any battle he had ever fought. This was not just a mark. This was a bond recognized by blood, soul, and fate.

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