Exiled Villainess: They Threw Me Out, Now Every Beastman Wants Me novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Losing The Fight II (18+)

Calis did not remember when exactly he had decided to leave the stream, and he wasn’t sure how far he had run.

Anything to get away from those eyes.

Still, he did not get far.

The second the denser shadows closed around him, his control snapped.

His back hit a tree hard enough to knock a rough breath from his chest. The bark bit into his skin, but he barely felt it. His cock was aching, still wet from the stream, and so hard it hurt.

He had gone into the water to clear his head after having done a lot of thinking about the things Tera had revealed to him. The water had been soothing until... her eyes.

Calis dragged in a breath through his teeth and wrapped a hand around himself.

The first stroke dragged a low, broken sound out of him.

His palm was rough and still damp, and the friction made his hips jerk forward helplessly. He braced his free hand against the tree and stroked again, harder.

He should stop.

He did not stop.

In his mind, she was still lying there on the bank. Hair loose, mouth soft, and eyes dark with something he had no business wanting from her. She had looked at his cock. He had seen it. Seen the way her gaze dropped and lingered, the way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath changed.

It was the second time he had gotten a scent from her.

She had gotten wet for him.

And at that moment, the control he had maintained for days crumbled to nothing.

His grip tightened, and he stroked faster, thumb dragging over the swollen head to smear the slick bead that had already gathered there.

His stomach clenched, his thighs flexed, and every muscle in his body was wound too tight, straining around the same unbearable fact.

He wanted her.

He wanted her under him. He wanted to pin that sharp-tongued, fearless female to the ground and bury himself so deep she forgot the names of her other males.

His head dropped forward, and his claws extended to dig into the bark as his breathing grew heavier.

His fist moved with the desperate, punishing rhythm of a male who was trying to purge something from his blood before it consumed him entirely.

A growl ripped out of him, low and ragged as his fantasy shifted and took shape.

Her small, furless body stretched out on the bank, her hair tangled in the grass, her legs wrapped around his waist. The way her lips would part. The sound she would make when he pushed inside her. The heat of her closing around him, tight and wet and—

A ragged groan tore from his throat before he could clamp it down. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.

He imagined her moaning his name.

Calis thrust into his fist, the wet sound loud in the quiet around him. His cock throbbed violently in his grip, heavier with every pass, and he could feel the pressure building at the base.

Calis let out a low, bitter laugh. His knot pulsed at the base of his cock, swelling alone at the thought of her.

His body was responding to a female who wasn’t even there.

It was not just release he wanted. His body wanted to lock into her. Hold her there. Fill her. Keep her.

"Tera..."

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