Chapter 40 – Echoes Beneath the Hide
Spicy scene-
The morning broke clear and sharp, sunlight spilling like molten gold through the edge of the forest. The scent of dew and smoke mingled as the pride stirred to life — quiet, efficient, restless.
Maise moved through the camp with the slow ease of someone who'd already been awake for hours. Her hair caught the light like living flame as she packed away the furs, her movements fluid, instinctive. The air around her hummed differently now — fuller, stronger. The pride could feel it.
Luka kept near her side, silent but watchful. He didn't have to say anything; the new bond spoke for him in ways words couldn't. Every glance, every subtle shift in his stance echoed possession and protection both.
Chyron noticed.
From his spot by the edge of the clearing, he watched her laugh softly at something Luka murmured. It was a small, unguarded sound — the kind that pierced through even the thickest armor. His jaw tightened, and his tail flicked once, betraying what his face didn't.
When she turned toward him, offering one of her half-smiles — the kind that was more flame than warmth — he looked away. "We're being watched again," he muttered, scanning the treeline.
Maise tilted her head. "Are we?"
"I can smell it," Chyron replied, voice edged with more than suspicion. "Maybe ferals. Maybe just my imagination."
Luka snorted quietly. "You've been restless since dawn. You're seeing ghosts in every shadow."
Chyron's eyes snapped toward him. "And you're too comfortable for someone who barely survived last night's fight."
The tension hit like a spark — not quite violent, not yet open, but thick enough to draw Maise's attention fully.
"Enough," she said softly. The word carried a weight that made both males still. "If there are ghosts, we'll deal with them. If not—save your claws for the next pack that thinks we're easy prey."
Her tone didn't leave room for argument, but the air between the three of them stayed charged. Even as the pride began to move out, Chyron's gaze lingered on her — the firelight of jealousy mixing with something older, something more primal.
By nightfall, the forest had gone quiet again.
The moon rose full and heavy, silvering the clearing where the pride made camp. The cubs had long since fallen asleep near the warmth of Drax's massive frame, their soft snores a steady rhythm under the hum of insects.
Luka sat near the fire sharpening his blade, the flicker catching in his eyes. Nox kept watch beyond the edge of the clearing, a dark sentinel under the trees.
Maise walked the perimeter alone, letting the silence settle around her. The air was thick — not with danger this time, but with emotion that hadn't yet found a place to rest.
She felt him before she saw him.
Chyron stepped from the shadows, his expression unreadable. "You shouldn't walk alone."
"I'm not alone," she said quietly. "You're here."
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. The moonlight carved his face into sharp lines — envy, conflict, something softer buried beneath both.
"You chose him," Chyron said finally, low and rough. "After everything."
"I chose what my instincts demanded," she replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. "That doesn't mean I've turned from you."
"Feels like it," he said, tail twitching once. "Feels like I'm standing outside a circle that keeps closing without me."
Maise stepped closer, stopping just before she breached his space. "Then step inside it, Chyron. No one's keeping you out."
The silence that followed trembled between challenge and invitation. The pride slept, unaware of the quiet storm forming at its heart.
The firelight flickered across Maise's face — half warmth, half wildness.
Her voice dropped, soft but sure. "You don't have to fight me for your place. Just don't make me fight you for it."
And there, under the pull of the moon and the slow burn of tension, the night waited — holding its breath for what might come next.
Enthralled Chyron pulled Maise in his embrace. Maise felt comfort in his strong arms. The feeling of safety encompassing her body and soul.
Chyron guided her to a secluded area safe away any potential dangers or unwanted distractions. She is mine I don't mind sharing her with the others', but tonight I am stealing her away!
Maise followed along with his whims she couldn't help the cheeky remark "Afraid I'll get snatched away from you tonight," which was followed by a growl. "Come now my sneaky minx" Maise taunted.
Chyron swiftly tossed her over his shoulder and started spanking her. "Keep it up and see what happens my love." Maise suddenly smacked his ass back laughing when he retaliated back.
Chyron finally stopped walking and pinned her against a giant rock. Everything is so surreal now that she is standing there inviting and vulnerable. He gently placed his hands on her face and slowly lowered his mouth to hers.
The kiss was soft and sweet until Maise bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. Chyron growled and ravaged her. Maise was left gasping for air. She wasn't unattended for long he quickly pulled his skirt away leaving him bare for her gaze.
Maise stood there under his hungry gaze. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly lowered to the ground never breaking eye contact. Maise couldn't wait any longer and she slowly grabbed his throbbing member. She gave small open mouth kisses all over it. His moaning encouraged her to go further with long licks up the shaft.
Chyron was amazed that this powerful female was his. Her moves were getting bolder and she opened her little mouth and sucked on his shaft over and over again. Chyron was reduced to a moaning mess. Her mouth is so wet, warm, and tight that he knew if she continued, he wouldn't last long. Maise spurred on by him trying to pull away sucked him off with abandon. His moaning turned into growls as he got closer to release. Then he eclipsed in her mouth, and she tauntingly swallowed every drop.
Chyron launched himself at her pinning her to the ground and swiftly pulled her furs away and sank himself into her. Maise could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders for dear life. The pleasure was astonishing. She was so wet after sucking him off that it made the mating perfect without any discomfort.
Chyron lifted her legs upby her shoulders and proceeded to make her eclipse over and over again. She always knew he was dominant, but she knew she would be sore tomorrow. Chyron eclipsed inside her and they laid in each other's embrace finding comfort in the afterglow of their mating being complete.