Chapter 230: I have a dick too! (bonus - )

Chapter 230: I have a dick too! (bonus Chapter)

In reality, Moon never meant to fuck Rio this way. He meant to ride Rio, get the essence, and just finish the whole farce.

But...

He looked at the blushing ear and tail again... and just let go of his restraint.

’Why not? I have a dick too!’ he thought.

He yanked Rio’s trousers open.

The cock that sprang free was already hard. It had been hard since the blood moon and never went down at all.

He stroked it once, and the slimy precum spread at once. But Moon only pressed the cock with his thumb, locking it with a spiritual bead.

Rio suddenly gasped.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Moon in question.

"Heh. I need your essence," Moon said. "Don’t even think about finishing first."

He lined his cock against the warm entrance and pushed for the first time in his life.

It felt strange.

And to his dismay, he failed.

He spat on his fingers, prepared himself roughly, then tried again.

The tight ring of muscle resisted.

Moon gritted his teeth and pushed harder.

A low, strained sound finally left Rio’s throat as the head forced its way inside.

"Hss...!"

Moon sank in halfway, then all the way, until he was fully buried.

When Rio tried to turn his face away again, Moon grabbed his chin and forced him to look back.

"Look at me," he grumbled.

His movements were awkward.

It didn’t feel good at all.

It was so fucking hard!!!

Rio’s cold hand suddenly settled on his ass.

Without saying anything, he began guiding Moon’s movements with quiet strength.

He held Moon’s hips with his large palm—tilting them, pressing him down, setting a steadier pace.

Soon soft, wet sounds filled the air.

Moon’s breath grew uneven.

At some point, his upper body collapsed forward.

His forehead rested against Rio’s warm collarbone. Their bodies scraped together with every rock of his hips.

Rio’s hard cock was trapped between their stomachs.

Then it started to feel good.

Too good.

Huh?

Good?

Moon’s eyes snapped open as he glared at Rio.

"Fuck! Don’t move me with your hand."

Moon’s face turned red. It was clearly him on top, yet it felt like he was being bottomed.

Irritation flared in his chest.

He pushed himself upright, grabbed both of Rio’s wrists, and pinned them hard against the grass.

"Don’t move," he scoffed.

Then he started thrusting in earnest—harder, deeper, a little clumsy but fueled by pure stubbornness.

Every time he sank, he made sure Rio felt it.

"Look at me," Moon demanded again, breathless.

"So you want to be fucked but don’t want to see? Look. You must look," he panted as he said.

And this time Rio didn’t refuse.

Looking at the irritated, blushing face above him, something quiet and warm stirred in Rio’s cold chest.

His heart felt a sudden ecstasy.

Maybe sacrificing his ass to settle this man’s heart was not that bad an idea.

Just as Rio was starting to respond and they were almost closer—

a sharp whistle suddenly cut through the air.

Both of them froze.

A familiar voice followed right after.

"Fuck! Rio! What the hell is happening here?"

When Moon was exploring his new worldview, Axe, Nox, and Ugo were in utter chaos.

They had dragged Leo far away from Moon, but it didn’t take long for him to wake up and lash out at Axe.

The two immediately started brawling again, rolling across the grass and leaving the ground upturned, with dirt and debris scattered everywhere.

Ugo and Nox had to intervene and separate them with great effort.

And this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened since last night.

Nox was angry with Leo, but he was also a little agitated himself.

No one wanted their mate’s scent to be smelled by others.

They had only just claimed their own mates, yet within a few hours, other men were already mesmerized by their scents, even lusting after what belonged to them.

That was the last thing any of them wanted to face.

Yet it had happened.

Nox couldn’t understand it.

Neither could Leo, Ugo, or even Axe.

Shouldn’t only mates be able to feel the bond and smell each other’s scent?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a secretive and absolute connection between mates?

But now, their authority seemed to mean nothing, and the very concept of a "fated mate" was beginning to fall apart.

Leo suddenly groaned, clutching his chest in pain.

Even though Moon had also been affected, he hadn’t been the one facing the attack directly.

Leo, however, still had the lingering effects of the spiritual attack crawling beneath his skin.

"Serves you right!" Axe scoffed.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up! You’re all crazy! How could you become like this? If I had known, I would never have decided to take the risk and rescue that witch."

Ugo frowned. "Tone it down."

Leo barked almost immediately, "Now you want to teach your older brother? You all..." He stopped, holding up a hand before rubbing his forehead in exasperation, unable to find the words he wanted.

"Leo, he isn’t like that," Nox murmured.

"Like your ass! Nox, you shut up too. It seems you didn’t have enough time in the graveyard. Want to get inside a tomb again?"

Nox flinched, but the stubbornness didn’t leave his eyes.

"He would have killed us long ago if he wanted to," Ugo said.

"And that’s why we’re still letting him live, isn’t it? And you don’t even feel anything when those nasty men are drooling over him. How pathetic!"

Leo stood up and dusted off his tattered tunic.

"You’re the pathetic one. You were a pup for a whole month, and now that he’s helped you turn back, you’re just making trouble for him," Axe grumbled.

"I’m not making trouble!" Leo protested in frustration. "I’m masking him, okay? I don’t want other men smelling him."

Ugo rubbed his temple. He was getting a headache from listening to them.

"We don’t want that either. Let’s just ask nicely and stop arguing."

The group finally fell silent.