The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 187: Can I mark you?

"Female, you have a nice scent."

What?

His words seemed to sober me for a few seconds, thinking about the single statement that gave me the two perfect husbands I have today.

It’s the scent. Not everyone can get the scent from me but if they do, it means they’re a special addition to my life... Right?

But then I wondered if he was just smelling the berries I used in my soap. Though I did not take it with me, right now, the scent still lingered.

It might just be that and nothing more. To confirm it, I asked,

"What... what do I smell like to you?"

I had to know. Was it the soap? Or was it me?

As much as I didn’t want to have my hopes up, it felt like I wanted to have a justification for whatever mistake I was bound to make any second now.

The wolfman stepped closer, his nostrils flaring as he caught my scent, inhaling deeply like someone intoxicated. He didn’t mention the berries, but a dark, predatory hunger flared in his eyes.

"You smell like you and I will make a lot of pups." He said and I flinched. "And that’s very odd, because it’s so unique that I haven’t smelled it before."

His choice of words was a bit...

"What do I do?" He asked, taking my hand all of a sudden. I didn’t even know when he had come this close. "You smell so nice, like a piece I didn’t know I was looking for. It’s drawing me in, little tiger. And I feel like I could probably find you from a few miles away by this scent, so don’t think of running from me now cause I will find you."

That was all I needed to hear, apparently.

Whatever rationality I had left was replaced by a raw, hormonal desperation. I threw myself at him, my arms locking around his neck as the cool water splashed between us.

He caught me effortlessly, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest.

"It’s not the first time a female has thrown herself at me but it feels different this time."

What is he talking about? I couldn’t properly wrap my head around his words since I felt too hot and his body had a cooling force I was growing attached to.

"I don’t know why," he murmured as he lifted my chin, his lips brushing against mine, sending sparks through my entire frame, "...but I have a strong desire to mark you."

I felt my spine tingle at those words.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gaze dropping to the silver snake coiled on the space between my neck and shoulder, and then the faint tiger-head marking between my breasts. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He saw the marks of a tiger and a serpent, and instead of backing away, he grinned—a fierce, proud, Casanova smirk. Yes, that’s right. He had this confident Playboy energy without a doubt.

"Two already?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw before crashing his lips onto mine in a kiss that tasted of wild hunger.

It felt cool, comforting, and too good to part with, but then he pulled away for a second, his breath hot against my skin.

"Can I mark you?"

I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t think of Fenric’s temper or Damar’s possessiveness. I only felt the heat, the need, and the soul-deep pull toward this third predator.

He was hot, a first pass, and then he could smell the scent that only two in this world had been able to smell, second pass... Is there a reason not to take this beastman as my third mate?

For now, there is none, and my brain is too muddled to think of a reason, so... I gave in to it.

I looked him in the eyes, my unsettled pupils screaming of lust and affection.

"Y—" the words stuck to my throat before I left them out as the image of Fenric and Damar’s disappointed and sad face flushed through my mind.

I had always prepared them for the case where I get a third mate but... It doesn’t mean they will accept it with a smile.

For me to suddenly bring another man into our family... I gulped, my throat burning and my heart racing.

Was this right?

This beastman hasn’t exactly done anything to move my heart or win my trust either. Is it all right to let him mark me and have me at our first meeting?

The question played on my mind like jelly, and that little clarity I had gained was wiped into the mud the moment I looked into this wolfman’s eyes.

"Do you need time to think about it?" He asked, his cool hand running through the back of my hair. "But it doesn’t look like you have a lot of time to think about it though."

He was right. If I continued to suppress whatever was burning inside me, there was going to be a problem. A serious one, at that.

So, before the problem arises, while Damar and Fenric are not by my side, I will leap into this decision and face the consequences later.

I squirmed, falling into his touch with a light purr in my throat.

He looked at me, amused and entertained but it wasn’t just entertainment he saw as he watched me. There was also a spark of genuine curiosity.

"You’re so cute, little tiger." He said. "Does this mean you finally want me to mark you? Have you made your decision?"

My mind was already a mumbled mess and all I could think of was how to take this wolfman’s member deep inside me.

"Yes," I gasped, pulling him back down so our lips could meet. "Claim me."

He let out a low gruff chuckle against my lips.

"You’re such a feisty little thing. I like you," he took my right hand, kissing it, and I watched with a trembling body, urging him to hurry up. "I’m going to make you all mine."

With that, he dug his fang into my hand, very close to my wrist.

My body shuddered, the pain mixed with a sensation that made my body burn even more.

My body went limp and I crashed into his, breathing heavily.

"Is it done?" I asked, a new sensation pooling in my belly.

"Yes, and now," he cupped my cheek and then crashed his lips on mine, his other hand roaming my back until it got down to my tail.

A mere graze of his body over my tail caused my entire body to jerk violently, and thick sticky juice rolled down my thighs.

"You’re even more fun than I imagined." He said and kissed my neck, trailing his lips over my body. "The others must’ve had a fun time with this naughty body, right? Let me have a taste too."

With that, he slid his fingers into my pussy, squirming them around, and I gripped his thick, tanned arms, barely able to catch my breath or think for a second.

The movement of his fingers inside me made me moan, biting down on his shoulders to middle them in an unconscious embarrassment.

But it didn’t stay down. My mouth flew wide, letting out these embarrassing noises that echoed in this small open space.

And then, as he fingered me, his thumb brushed over my clit, causing my body to jerk back, my claws digging deep into his skin.