Beauty and the Beasts

Chapter 1080: Muir Becoming Mate (2)

“I won’t force you. I just... want to become mates with you, that’s all.”

That was all.

Muir didn’t want to worsen Bai Qingqing’s impression of him, and forcing her to this extent was already depleting all of his strength.

Bai Qingqing instantly put up a struggle, her large and watery eyes filled with horror. The marvelous scenery on her chest which was mildly quivering due to her rapid breathing appeared all the more seductive.

What did Muir mean by this? He said he wasn’t going to force her, yet from the looks of it... Did he know of other methods of becoming mates?

Muir plucked out a feather from this body which carried traces of blood at the roots. Before Bai Qingqing snapped out of her shock, he swiftly stabbed it into her chest.

“Ooh!” Bai Qingqing let out a muffled groan, the pain so excruciating that she suddenly lost all capacity to think.

Muir removed his feather, then lowered his head to lick the crimson-red blood off her snow-white skin.

The intense pain faded as he licked upon it, and Bai Qingqing’s mind gradually regained its clarity. Her widened eyes were blank as she stared at the rock on top of the head. From her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of the top of Muir’s black head, and her skin could feel the warmth and texture of his skin.

Having mixed around with the scorpion tribe for prolonged periods, Muir naturally found out about those feral beasts’ tactics.

As he licked, he recalled events of the past. He recalled that when Curtis was forced to hand over Bai Qingqing due to the behemoths, he had heard an agonizing cry coming from the tree hole. Thinking back, that was probably when the two of them became mates.

After licking the blood clean, Muir then raised his head. The wound on Bai Qingqing’s chest was already in a half-recovered state, recovering at a speed impossible for humans.

Perhaps being too tired from the pain, Bai Qingqing laid numbly on the floor and didn’t move at all. Neither did she glance at Muir even once.

Feeling a stab of pain in his heart, Muir helped Bai Qingqing tidy her clothes, then laid a piece of animal skin over her before walking out of the cave without saying a single word.

Having heard nothing for a long while, Bai Qingqing then looked over with her sore eyes. It was only then that she realized that she was the only one left in the cave.

She slowly got up, feeling a not too intense, dull pain from her chest. She pulled her clothes apart and took a look. Indeed, just like the bite wound left behind by Curtis back then, this wound was also healing speedily.

Feeling extremely cold, Bai Qingqing slowly shifted to the pile of fire. She wiped away her tears and added a few pieces of firewood into the fire.

“Qingqing!”

From outside came Parker’s anxious voice, which sounded a distance away. When Bai Qingqing raised her head, he was already right in front of her.

Parker sized her up, then vigorously sniffed her all over. Following this, he very visibly heaved a sigh of relief before hugging her tightly.

Bai Qingqing scoffed softly, and her delicate brows slightly creased.

“What’s the matter?” Parker hurriedly let go of her, and only then detected the odor of blood, causing his countenance to change. “You got injured? Where?”

Bai Qingqing didn’t answer his question, so Parker anxiously grabbed her arms and legs to check. Despite his anxiousness, he didn’t dare move her too vigorously, afraid he would hurt her.

Bai Qingqing had always kept the feral beasts’ secret well, even from Parker and Winston. They didn’t know that there wasn’t just one method of becoming spouses with someone, a method more bloody than the one they knew.

Winston, too, hurried over. He crouched down by Bai Qingqing’s side. Rather than examining her body the moment he came over, he was more worried about Bai Qingqing’s mental condition.

“Qingqing?”

Bai Qingqing looked up and found herself staring into Winston’s worry-filled silver eyes. She slowly shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

“What did he do to you?” Winston’s voice was gentle, and no anger could be detected, only cautiousness.