NOVEL NEXT Chapter 289 Zion Is About To Rut
"Maxwell, let me bathe on my own. You should take care of yourself more…" Addison said helplessly.
"No, baby. Let me take care of you. This is the least I can do…" Maxwell murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek from behind. For a moment, Addison almost felt touched—until he added teasingly, "After all, you took care of me earlier…"
His innuendo wasn't lost on her, and she couldn't help but playfully roll her eyes. Who would've thought that the man everyone knew as a cold, indifferent iceberg of a man could turn out to be so mischievous and playful at times?
Addison playfully rolled her eyes but let Maxwell have his way. Without realizing it, she was slowly getting used to his closeness. As the saying goes, proximity breeds familiarity, familiarity breeds comfort, and comfort inevitably gives rise to feelings. It almost felt like Maxwell was treating her like a frog in warm water, being boiled little by little, while she—the frog—stayed in the pot without even noticing.
After washing her body, Maxwell carefully lathered her hair with shampoo. His touch was gentle, the slow massage of his fingers so soothing that Addison couldn't help but hum softly, her tension melting away.
She was so lost in the comfort he created that she didn't notice what was happening outside her door, where both Levi and Zion stood pacing restlessly, their expressions dark and stormy, like thunderclouds ready to break.
"Did you feel it too?" Zion suddenly asked, his voice low as he stopped pacing and looked up at Levi.
Just moments earlier, he had been sleeping soundly, only to jolt awake when a sudden heat surged through his body. His cock twitched violently, precum already leaking as though responding to some invisible call.
He wasn't even reacting from a wet dream; he hadn't dreamt at all. Yet the ache in his lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, a maddening urge to release clawing at him with every breath.
His chest rose and fell in ragged pants, the sensation growing unbearable the longer he lay there, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pants. It felt as though he might combust if he didn't ease the need tearing at him.
His sleepiness vanished instantly, replaced with raw hunger, and before he realized it, he had shoved his pants down just enough to wrap his hand around his throbbing length, stroking in desperation.
"Maybe it's starting again…" Shura suddenly cut through his thoughts, its voice dripping with impatience.
"Starting what?" Zion growled back, frustration flashing in his eyes. Even with his hand working his cock, it still wasn't enough; the ache only deepened.
"Our rut, dummy…" Shura snapped, almost mocking. "Don't you remember? The Alpha King and the others had to dose us with suppressants the other day when we nearly lost control and came tearing out of the palace to hunt our mate. But it was only a suppressant, not a cure. With our Alpha bloodline, you really think we could hold it down for long?"
As Shura spoke, the heat inside Zion flared even hotter, his wolf restless and needy. In the back of his mind, Shura was already grinding and humping with abandon, as if its body could no longer wait for their mate's touch.
"I almost forgot about that," Zion rasped, his voice hoarse as he looked down at his cock. Thick veins pulsed along its length, the throbbing ache making his whole body scream to bury himself deep inside Addison and lose control.
"Then let's go to our mate," Shura urged, his tone buzzing with excitement. "If our rut takes hold now, we'll all be in trouble…" It didn't even want to wait for Zion to move. Zion could feel his wolf straining against him, clawing to take over his body and bolt straight to Addison's room.
"We might be able to handle this on our own," Zion muttered, his breath ragged. "Our bond with Addison is still fragile… we've only just started earning her goodwill. If we run to her now, begging to mate while everything's so busy, it'll only put her in a difficult spot. Besides…" His jaw clenched as he tried to reason with himself. "We've endured countless ruts before without our mate. We just need to bear it and deal with it ourselves without troubling her."
But even as he spoke, his hand moved faster over his cock, slick with his own need. His other hand trailed down the ridges of his abs, wrapping around the base before cupping his heavy balls, massaging them in desperation to relieve himself.
The pressure was unbearable, his body begging for release, yet no matter how hard he stroked or teased, it wasn't enough. The hunger clawed deeper, leaving him trembling with frustration.
As his hand moved along his cock, Zion's mind betrayed him, flashing back to the other night when he had buried himself deep inside Addison. The memory of her tight pussy clenching around him made his hips jerk instinctively.
"Ha… ugh…" he groaned, eyes squeezing shut as his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. The ache dulled slightly, replaced by a flood of molten pleasure. He tightened his grip, trying desperately to mimic the suffocating, velvety squeeze of Addison's pussy wrapped around him while he thrust into her over and over again.
"Addie…" The name slipped past his lips in a hoarse whimper as he bit down on his lower lip. In his mind, she straddled him, rolling her hips in a torturous rhythm, riding him until his entire body burned. The thought alone made his abdomen coil tight, desire surging violently through him.
"Man, you really are helpless…" Shura muttered inside his mind, but Zion barely registered the words. He was too far gone, drowning in the fantasy of Addison wrapped around him.
Yet no matter how desperately he pumped his cock, it wasn't the same; it could never be the same as the real thing. His hand moved so fast his wrist ached, his arm burning as though it might give out before he reached his climax. Frustration twisted in his gut, making every stroke feel both torturous and insufficient.
Still, the thought of Addison, her warmth, her scent, her voice, kept him going, pulling him closer to the edge until his balls tightened with aching pressure.
"Baby… let me fill you up with my load…" he groaned, the words tumbling from him in a low, needy murmur. His climax finally tore through him, thick ropes of white cum spurting out in violent release, splattering across his abdomen and chest. His body convulsed as he sucked in ragged breaths, sweat slicking his skin, the release leaving him trembling but not fully sated.
Zion glanced down at himself, chest still heaving, only to see his cock still hard and throbbing. The release had done nothing; the aching need was already crawling back, stronger than before. Real frustration gnawed at him, the kind that made his chest tighten and his thoughts blur. If this kept up, he knew he'd slip into a full-blown rut right here, in someone else's territory.
His body was a mess, sweat-slick and trembling, cum still dripping from his tip. The urge to keep stroking, to chase another high, clawed at him relentlessly.