Chapter 90: Hot Mei

"Damn you look hot."

Kian pulled Feimei closer by the waist, his fingers spreading over the swell of her rear.

She let out a soft breath, not resisting, and looked up at him with her watery red eyes.

He sealed his lips over hers.

The kiss was slow at first, then his hand squeezed her cheeks, dragging her flush against him.

Feimei’s mouth opened under his, her body arching just enough to let him deepen the kiss. He kneaded her with lazy, possessive pressure, feeling the warmth of her through her cotton robes.

Her nails curled into his back, neither pushing nor pulling.

When he finally broke the kiss, a thin line of saliva connected between their mouths.

"Baby, don’t be such a rusher." She chided.

Kian sighed: "I can’t be patient when you tempt me."

Feimei’s red eyes had gone half-lidded, but she shook her head and rolled them, planting both palms against his chest.

She shoved him back a full step.

"Really?" she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Then I should stop existing for you not to rush, I assume?"

Kian grinned, his hands already reaching for her. "You look like someone who doesn’t mind."

Feimei flicked his hands away with a motherly smile, her lips pressing into a flat, teasing interest.

"Ah, that’s unfair."

She sighed through her nose, looking down at herself. "There is no place left on me that you haven’t touched, Kian. Be a good kid and focus on the important bit for now."

Kian let his hands drop, but not before his fingers curled into loose fists. "Fine. I’ll behave."

She chuckled.

He dropped onto the edge of the bed and pulled the skin-map between them, the dried blood circle staring up like a red eye. "Then explain the important bit. How do you take control of this island?"

Feimei smoothed down her robe and sat across from him, her teasing smile gone. "It’s tied to my eyes. I have to bleed from them—just one drop each—onto the map."

Kian narrowed his eyes. "Bleed from your eyes? That doesn’t sound pleasant."

"It won’t be." She lifted her hand and brushed her lashes. "But after that, the island will answer to me. The door won’t just open; it will obey, and if I am right, I will have complete awareness of the area like a God’s Eye. I’ll sense the hut, the pool, every hidden corner."

Kian watched her for a long moment, then nodded. "Then let me do it. But the second it feels wrong, you stop and we burn this map in the courtyard.

"If you have to tear your eyes off, don’t hesitate to do it to protect yourself. Your life is the most important to me, not this map or island. As long as you are alive, I’ll cure you."

His mother in law nodded seriously.

She rose without a word and came to him, nudging the skin-map to the side with one hand. Then she slid one leg over his lap and the other, her weight settling high on his thighs.

He immediately wrapped his hand around her, pulling her to him.

Her hands found his shoulders, and her forehead pressed to his, cool at first, then warm.

"Be gentle, baby," she whispered. "I am a bit scared."

Kian’s hands came up to cradle her face.

"Of course, anyone would be considering you are about to injure yourself."

She nodded deeply. "And it’s a scary place..."

"Let me kiss you first."

He kissed the center of her forehead, then the high ridge of each cheek, then the bridge of her nose, soft as a moth’s wing. His thumbs stroked the fine skin under her eyes, and she let out a slow, shaky breath.

He could feel her pulse through her jaw.

Even Feimei had such a cuter side, he had never known!

He had always thought she was on the beautiful scale than the cute scale.

She closed her eyes tightly.

He drew back just enough to see her, one hand sliding into her hair.

"Open your eyes, darling."

The words came out low, steady.

She hesitated, her lashes fluttering, then opened one eye.

The red iris was wet and glassy under the lantern light, and a single vein stood at the outer corner.

"I’ll be gentle, okay darling?"

"Hm."

Kian’s other hand lifted, and a needle of Qi formed at the tip of his index finger, a hair-thin sliver of white light.

He kept his touch gentle, tilting her face just so. "

Stay still or I am making you pregnant this week."

She almost chuckled, but caught herself. The needle kissed the outer edge of her eye, just where the lash line ended. The skin dimpled, then parted without sound.

"Ghh!"

A bead of blood welled up, dark as a smashed strawberry against her pale skin.

It swelled, swayed, and then the needle vanished. The drop fell like a tear and she closed her eyes.

Kian took it with his fingers and smeared it across the map.

The map drank the blood.

For a long second, the room held still—Feimei’s whole body stood still.

She leaned in to his neck and began licking his neck.

Her mouth found the side of his neck, hot and blind, and she slowly bit down, two fangs slid through skin that should have been reinforced bronze.

Kian was a bit surprised, but not shocked. His neck had never yielded like that, not once since Iron Skin hardened him, but she bit deep and he only felt a rather nice sensation.

"You like it?"

His hand rose to the back of her head and he held her there, thumb stroking the fine hair at her back.

The pull came hot, then heavy, each draw of blood a dull pulse on his neck.

Feimei made a raw little sound against his throat but she was clearly not willing to stop.

"Hahahaha, you can have more, don’t worry."

The skin-map twitched on the floor between them. It lifted slowly, edges curling like a live thing, and the blood circle blazed with a light that had no source.

Feimei sucked harder, hugging him tighter.

The map folded in on itself, once, then dissolved into a stream of dark crimson that vanished into her back between the shoulder blades at an insane speed.

She did not seem to feel an impact, but she closed her eyes. Her nails bit through his robe into his shoulders, and Kian tightened his grip, letting her feed until the light in the room steadied.

"I have you," he whispered against her hair.

"Thanks," she murmured, breaking free from neck.

Kian looked to see small, cute fangs on her mouth, and gasped. "Dang, that’s hot."

She smiled and the fangs sank back.

The smirk on Kian’s face stretched wide enough to hurt.

He really found her super pretty and cute at the same time. And guess what?

She was his!

"Do you want a bit more?"

"Can I have some more? Really?"

"Yes please."

Feimei touched the side of her mouth with two fingers, her tongue testing the spot where her fangs had been. "I wasn’t aiming to impress you, baby. I was hungry."

"And now?" Kian tilted his head, baring the unmarked side of his neck. "Still hungry?"

She leaned back to his neck. "You’re impossible."

The nice little fangs came back.

Dang!

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside.

Kian dragged her closer, his hands sliding down her back and settling low on her hips. "So, are you an island queen now?"

Leaning away from his neck, she laughed, soft and real, and the last tension in her shoulders finally loosened. "You’d better be ready for when I start ordering you around from my flying island."

"Oh, I’m ready." He leaned in, nose brushing the corner of her ear. "You can sit on your floating throne all day. I’ll be the one you call when you get lonely at night."

Feimei drew back just enough to meet his eyes, her red gaze bright with amusement. "Careful, Kian. I might suck you dry."

"Good." He grinned and kissed her ears, slower this time. "What are you gonna sucK?"

Feimei pulled back, the last trace of fangs retracting into her gums.

She looked at Kian’s smirk and felt her own lips twitch. He was too cute, this baby of hers.

She reached out and pinched both his cheeks, tugging gently.

"Hey!"

"You," she said, her voice warm despite the scolding. "Now come here and give me some kisses."

Kian laughed against her fingers, but he didn’t fight. He let her pull his face toward hers, the pinch turning into a cradle of his jaw.

He kissed her then, soft and slow, tasting copper and something sweet. Feimei sighed into his mouth, her hands sliding from his cheeks to the back of his neck.

She deepened it, pressing closer until their chests touched.

When they broke apart, she nipped at his lower lip, no fangs this time, just teeth.

"If I am the queen of the island, you are of course my king."

From the side, the fatty watched the scene with a dumb expression.