Part 2
Taken all the way to the bedroom, Shang Yan finally let go of his restraint.
Jiang Zhaosheng fell sideways onto the bed, one arm pillowed by his ear and one leg slightly bentâa posture that lacked a sense of security.
Shang Yan slowly took off his burgundy suit jacket and tossed it haphazardly onto the floor. Then he unfastened his diamond cufflinks, composedly making preparations like a beast about to enjoy its prey.
He leaned in slightly, his breath carrying the thick scent of liquor as it brushed against Jiang Zhaoshengâs cheek. Seeing the other turn his head away in disgust, revealing that fragile and beautiful neck line, his fingertips gently brushed away an annoying strand of hair from the man’s cheek:
“Welcome home, Zhaozhao.”
The burgundy suit and the coffee-colored overcoat taken off Jiang Zhaosheng were piled messily in a corner of the bedroom.
As raindrops began to pelt the window, a sharp pain came from the corner of Jiang Zhaoshengâs mouth.
“Open up,” Shang Yan ordered.
Beads of blood seeped from Jiang Zhaoshengâs full lower lip, which he pressed into his lip line.
Just as he thought Shang Yan was going to be forceful again, a damp pain came from his cheekâ
…Shang Yan was actually biting him!
No, more accurately, he was taking the soft flesh of his cheek into his mouth, occasionally gnawing with his teeth without much force.
Jiang Zhaosheng even suspected Shang Yan wanted to swallow him whole.
Hot breath puffed against his eyeballs, forcing Jiang Zhaoshengâs eyelashes to become damp and leak tears. That unusually blue-green iris, when soaked in tears, shimmered like a rare gemstone.
“These eyes are so beautiful,” Shang Yan said with obsession, his face getting closer and closer.
Jiang Zhaosheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard!
Slap!
The crisp sound of the slap rang out. Jiang Zhaosheng quickly pulled away, his back against the headboard. Without even caring about his open shirt, he struggled to get out of bed.
His ankle was suddenly seized.
Shang Yanâs lip was split and bleeding from the slap, yet no anger was seen on his face. Instead, a strange joy emerged:
“Zhaozhao, not acting anymore?”
Jiang Zhaosheng felt his calf tightenâShang Yan gave him a forceful pull downward!
His head was about to hit the headboard, but it landed in the Alphaâs prepared palmâin an instant, he was dragged back to his original position, firmly constrained beneath the other.
“What should I do with you,” a barely audible whisper.
“What?”
Outside the window, a wild wind was howling and rain was pouring; naturally, Jiang Zhaosheng couldn’t hear clearly.
“What do you plan to do?” Shang Yan propped his head up and looked at him, his Adamâs apple within reachâa distance from which Jiang Zhaosheng could strike at any time.
“…What do you mean, what?” Jiang Zhaoshengâs urge to throttle him had reached its limit; he had no time to spare to understand the question.
“My rut, what do you plan to do about it?” Shang Yan asked, his gaze full of malicious mockery.
“Use an inhibitor yourself.” Jiang Zhaosheng couldn’t be bothered to deal with his boring tricks.
A flirtatious slap suddenly landed on his buttocks, and Jiang Zhaoshengâs eyes widened in disbelief.
“?!”
“I said, Iâve prepared a gift for you.” Shang Yan ignored his shock and anger.
Jiang Zhaosheng felt his palm become heavy. He turned his head to lookâa dark blue, heavily textured velvet box was stuffed into his hand.
Shang Yan held his hand, lifting the box before his eyes.
“Open it and see.”
There was no expected glitter of a diamond ring.
Inside the box lay a ring with an elegant designâa manâs wedding ring.
“Put it on.” Shang Yanâs hand had already covered the back of Jiang Zhaoshengâs hand, about to slide the ring onto Jiang Zhaoshengâs ring finger.
Jiang Zhaosheng fiercely pulled his hand back, and the ring fell onto the bedsheet.
“Are you crazy?”
The joy on Shang Yanâs face vanished. He unfastened his cufflinks and rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing forearms covered in veins. The rut-stricken Alphaâs lip still bore the bloodstain from the slap, adding a bit of savagery at this moment.
“It seems Zhaozhao prefers the other ‘gift’.”
He no longer paid attention to the ring. Jiang Zhaoshengâs back slammed hard against the soft upholstery of the headboard, and his wrists felt the cold touch of metal.
Shang Yan cuffed his hands, locking the other end to the carved bedpost.
“Madman!”
Shang Yan remained deaf to his words, turning to walk toward the door. Jiang Zhaosheng noticed the glands at the back of his neck were unusually red and swollenâthe Alphaâs rut symptoms were already quite severe.
“I said I have a gift for you,” Shang Yanâs voice carried a morbid joy. “Don’t be in a rush, Zhaozhao.”
“Meowâ”
“Meow-meowâ”
A few weak, milky kitten cries came from outside the door.
When the door opened again, Shang Yan was holding a silver tray with a bottle of milk and a few small glass bowls on it.
A few kittens with different colored fur, appearing to be only two or three months old, timidly poked their little heads out, looking at this massive and unfamiliar space with curiosity and caution. Their fur had been carefully groomed, and they even had small silk bowties around their necks, looking exceptionally cute.
Jiang Zhaoshengâs pupils shrank abruptly. He seemed to understand what Shang Yanâs so-called “gift” was, and a chill rushed from his spine to the top of his head.
“Do you like it?” Shang Yan leaned against the door, appreciating Jiang Zhaoshengâs blank face. “I specially prepared them for you. They are very clean, but they haven’t eaten much and are very hungry now…”
The kittens seemed to have been trained; they weren’t afraid of people. After a moment of hesitation, they walked into the bedroom one by one with staggering steps. They curiously sniffed the carpet, rubbed against furniture legs, and two of them even jumped onto the soft edge of the bed, tilting their heads as they looked at Jiang Zhaosheng on the bed.
Jiang Zhaosheng instinctively shrank back, his stomach churning.
“Shang Yan, let them out.” Jiang Zhaoshengâs voice trembled slightly; he hadn’t noticed it himself.
Shang Yan turned a deaf ear, holding the warm milk that emitted a thick, sweet fragrance. He walked to the bedside, ignoring Jiang Zhaoshengâs glare and struggle. He easily suppressed the man’s shoulder with one hand while the other tilted the milk jug slightly.
The warm milk quickly soaked through his shirt, sticking to his skin and bringing a damp, sticky discomfort.
The thick fragrance of milk permeated the air.
Those kittens that were still exploring curiously were attracted by this strong scent. Almost instinctively, they perked up their tails, their damp noses twitching.
“They’re hungry, look…”
Before the words had even landed, the bolder white cat had already nimbly jumped onto the bed, approaching the damp spot on Jiang Zhaoshengâs shirt.
“Ugh!” Jiang Zhaosheng gave a sudden shudder.
…Damp, and with barbs.
Fine, backward-pointing keratinous barbsâoriginally meant for grooming fur or licking prey.
Jiang Zhaosheng finally understood what it felt like to be a prey when a tiger was eating.
It was like countless tiny, hooked feathers scratching and dragging across his skin.
Unfortunately, just as he moved, another little calico cat also approached.
The kittens let out satisfying purrs as if they had found the source of a delicacy, licking even harder.
Three, four… more and more fluffy little bodies approached. Their soft paws stepped on his body, and the air was filled with the cloying sweetness of milk.
“Beg me. Beg me and I’ll make them stop.”
Jiang Zhaoshengâs vision went dark.
Tears instantly burst forth, rolling down in large drops. Mixed with sweat, they dampened his long hair scattered across his face and pillow. A few strands were stuck to the corners of his mouth, rising and falling with his hurried and difficult breathing. His chest rose and fell violently, every breath carrying an indistinct whimper and sob, like a bellows on the verge of falling apart.
“This is the calico.”
So much torture…
“This is the silver shaded.”
The sound of raindrops pitter-pattered, and at the same time, multicolored spots appeared before Jiang Zhaoshengâs eyes like TV static.
“Zhaozhao, why do you have so many ‘children’? Is it hard work?”
“Get… lost…” Jiang Zhaosheng squeezed out these two words before being interrupted by a strong shiver.
“This is a Scottish Fold; it seems to like you the most.”
The barbs brushed across the side of his waist where he was most ticklish.
“Why refuse? A hungry child is looking for their mother for milk… Zhaozhao.”
Shang Yan leaned down, his fingers brushing over Jiang Zhaoshengâs tear-soaked, shockingly hot cheek. He happened to catch a falling tear, then placed it by his lips and extended his tongue to lick it away.
The Beta was completely surrounded by fluffy little bodies. He helplessly shielded himself with his arms, yet he was wary of these newborn, fragile lives and didn’t dare use force to push them away. His long hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bright red. He was like a trapped, beautiful prey on the verge of collapse.
Shang Yan watched this scene with obsession, his fingers plunging deep into Jiang Zhaoshengâs sweat-dampened hair, whispering as he declared his ownership:
“This is my cat.”
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