Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 154: Want to Bite 18+ slightly

Voss stood beside her with the patient air of someone pretending he was only there in case she dropped something.

She handed him a lollipop without looking.

"For you."

"I don’t eat these."

"You do now."

Voss took it anyway "very well."

She frowned up at him "you sound like you’re accepting an execution."

He bent slightly, eyes warm in that unreadable wolf way of his. "I was trying not to laugh."

"Rude." She reached back, plucked the lollipop straight out of his hand, unwrapped it, and without hesitation licked it, then she pressed it back into his palm.

"There," she said, "now it’s mine to yours it’s better."

Marx, from the side, scowled immediately. "Can you do that for me too?"

Voss didn’t even look at him, the growl came low, immediate, and absolute.

"No."

Marx rolled his eyes. "You’re all.."

Lucan stepped closer, he didn’t interrupt nor did he speak.

He just moved into her space again, the heat of him closing in like a storm front, his hand settling back at her waist like it had never left, fingers splaying possessively against the curve of her hip, thumb pressing hard enough to brand through the thin fabric, a silent declaration that made her breath catch and her pulse skip beneath his touch, his gaze flicked to the lollipop in Voss’s hand, then to Voss.

Marx felt it first, his posture straightening just slightly before he forced himself to relax again, like he refused to give them the satisfaction.

Voss finally lifted the lollipop.

Didn’t break eye contact with Lucan as he did.

Like he understood exactly what line he was standing on.

Lucan’s thumb stilled against Felicity’s waist.

Felicity blinked between them. "Why are you all being weird again?"

Marx snorted under his breath. "You have no idea what you just did, do you?"

"I gave him a lollipop."

"That’s not what you.."

The door opened.

Victor stepped in.

Everything snapped into place, not calmer, just... sharper.

His gaze moved once across the room, taking in positions, distances, posture’s then stopped, on Felicity. On Lucan’s hand at her waist, on Voss, and on the lollipop. Victor’s head tilted slightly, just... registering the scene, then he walked forward.

Felicity turned toward him immediately, like she always did, attention shifting without thinking. "Victor, I was helping.."

He didn’t answer her, not yet. He stopped in front of her, one hand coming up under her chin, tilting her face just slightly so he could look properly, his thumb brushed once at the corner of her mouth, slow and wiping away a faint trace of cake "you were," he said, his voice was calm. That didn’t make it safe.

Behind her, Lucan didn’t move, didn’t step back, didn’t let go.

Victor’s gaze flicked past her to him. He bent, one arm sliding behind her knees, the other around her back, lifting her clean off the ground like it had already been decided.

Felicity yelped "Victor!"

The sound was sharp, startled, soft in a way that didn’t belong in the room. Every beast ear snapped up.

Victor didn’t slow "enough, you walked into a pack of predators and expected manners, that was your first mistake." he said.

And carried her out.

The door shut behind them with a clean, final click, the noise from the apartment dulled instantly, muffled into something distant and unimportant. Inside, the room held its own quiet, Warmer and closer. The kind of space that had already been claimed long before tonight.

Victor didn’t put her down straight away.

Felicity shifted slightly in his arms, one hand braced against his shoulder, still catching up from the sudden movement. "Victor? what are you..you act like I’ll disappear if you look away."

"Enough," he said again, quieter this time.

He crossed the room in a few steps and set her down on the bed, one hand lingering at her waist as if he wasn’t quite finished placing her there. The mattress dipped under her weight, soft compared to everything outside, and for a second she just stared up at him, breath still uneven.

"I was helping," she said, like she needed him to understand that part.

"I know."

"That didn’t look like knowing."

Victor’s mouth twitched faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He stepped closer instead, one knee pressing into the edge of the bed as he leaned in just enough to close the distance again. "You were helping," he repeated. "You were also wandering, distracting half the room, and letting them forget what they’re supposed to be doing."

Felicity pouted. "They weren’t distracted.."

"They were."

She hesitated, just for a second, then shook her head. "That’s not my fault."

"No," he agreed.

Victor’s hand came up again, fingers sliding lightly along her jaw before settling under her chin, tilting her face just slightly so she had to look at him. Not rough. Not gentle either. Just... controlled.

"You don’t see it," he said.

"I see enough."

"You see pieces."

Her brows pulled together "then tell me what I’m missing."

Victor held her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, then his thumb brushed once across her lower lip, slow, deliberate, catching the faint stickiness still left from the lollipop. The motion was casual on the surface, it wasn’t. "You walk through a room like that," he said quietly, "and you change how they think."

Felicity blinked at him. "I gave them snacks."

"Yes."

"That’s not?"

His thumb pressed again, just slightly firmer this time, cutting her off without raising his voice. "They stop thinking clearly," he continued. "They hesitate, they watch you instead of what’s around them." His hand slid from her chin to the side of her neck, fingers resting there, warm, steady, grounding in a way that didn’t ask permission.

"That doesn’t change the effect."

Felicity looked away first, her hands curling slightly in the fabric of her sleeves. "So what," she muttered. "I just sit in here and do nothing?"

Victor didn’t answer immediately, he watched her instead. The way her shoulders held tension even when she tried to relax them. The way her fingers kept moving like she needed something to do with them. The way she avoided looking at him now that the conversation had shifted somewhere she didn’t like.

"No," he said.

She glanced back at him, suspicious "no?" she repeated.

"No," he said again, quieter. "You stay here."

"That’s the same thing."

"It isn’t."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Explain."

Victor’s hand moved again, sliding from her neck to her shoulder, then down her arm, slow, deliberate, until his fingers wrapped loosely around her wrist. He lifted it just enough to stop her restless movement, not restraining, just... stilling "you don’t do nothing," he said. "You stop moving long enough for everything else to catch up to you."

"That sounds like doing nothing."

"It isn’t."

Felicity huffed out a breath, frustrated. "You’re not making sense."

"I don’t need to," he replied.

That made her blink.

"You just need to listen."

"Hey... don’t do that face" she grumbled.

"Then stop giving me reasons to." Victor smirked, pulling her down onto the bed on top of his chest.

She wanted to tease him, but his right hand slid down to her hip, fingers digging in, and his knee shifted, pressing harder, and her joke came out as a needy sigh.

He caught it, caught her, and leaned in again, softer this time, kissing her cheek, her jaw, the hollow beneath her ear. She shivered, skin prickling with goosebumps as his breath tickled down her neck.

"You’re mine," he whispered, low and so lethal the words sliced right under her skin.

She arched into him, unable to help it, her body way ahead of her head now. He eased her back onto the pillows, his weight covering her, his hands everywhere at once. He kissed her again, and this time she met him with teeth of her own, nipping at his lower lip. That got a sound out of him she’d never heard, something between a growl and a whimper.

"Naughty fox," he said against her mouth. "You want to be bitten, don’t you?"

She rolled her eyes, trying to pretend her entire nervous system wasn’t fire. "You’re the one with the sharp teeth."

He grinned, and then he did it, sinking his teeth gently into the curve of her neck, just above the collarbone. She gasped, the shock of it winding down her spine and pooling between her legs. His knee shifted again, and her hips jerked of their own accord, chasing friction. He laughed, this time soft and victorious "admit it," he said, breath hot against her skin,

"You don’t scare me."

"You should be more careful with that."

"No," she lied, voice breathless.

He nipped her jaw, her ear, and then trailed his tongue over the bite mark, soothing and claiming in the same motion. His hands moved under her shirt, fingers splaying over her ribs, and she thought for a second he might actually tear her pajamas. He didn’t, but the threat of it made her arch again, desperate for more. He pulled back a little, enough to look at her, his face flushed, his hair mussed from her hands "i love you," he said, voice hoarse and raw and dangerous.

She blinked, heart stuttering.

"I love you," he repeated, quieter.

For a second, all the noise in her head vanished. All she could hear was his breathing, and hers, tangled together.

"I know," she said. "I love you too, even when you’re being a psycho."

He smirked, and slipped his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers finding her easily. She pressed her face into his shoulder to keep from crying out. His fingers pumped in side her, cock throbbing, his knee kept her open, his hand worked slow circles until she was trembling, verging on desperate. Every flick and press of his fingers was measured