The back of his neck tingled at the provocative gaze she gave him.
He soon stopped thinking and bowed down before his wife.
He placed one knee on the floor, supporting her groin, and her slender arm naturally wrapped around the nape of his neck.
Barcas, who had been catching his breath for a moment as the sweet taste of flesh surged into his lungs, wrapped his other hand around her back and straightened her up. Then, the wolf, who had been sitting guarding her like a sentinel, lifted his butt off the ground.
Barcas watched the wolf warily.
Contrary to fears, the dire wolf showed no aggression. It simply approached closely, as if to check on its master's well-being, and doggedly gazed at Thalia's face.
He strode forward with brisk steps, as if trying to ward off a beast that was poking its snout at her.
The beast, which had been furrowing its brow in a displeased manner for a moment, quickly followed him.
"I don't want to go to the back gate and run into your younger siblings."
Thalia whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Barcas, who flinched at the breath tickling his chin, turned toward the back of the building.
“Are my brothers still rude to you?”
"Lucas is fine. He can get a little angry sometimes, but he still has basic manners. But your sister is really annoying."
"...How exactly did Reina become?"
The woman spoke in an ambiguous tone, perhaps sensing the coldness in his voice.
"It's not like it's a big deal... she just kept complaining to her subordinates about me and occasionally started childish fights."
"I will call her separately and give her a stern warning."
"Don't do it."
She suddenly raised the corners of her eyes.
"If you step forward, what will happen to my reputation? I'm just a little girl who complains to my husband because the child is acting up. She's acting just as bad as a dog, so just leave it alone."
To my husband.
Barcas gritted his teeth as he mulled over those words. He felt disgusted at being swayed by this woman's trivial remark.
He consciously quickened his pace. The moment he held her in his arms felt dizzyingly ecstatic, yet also painfully difficult, making him want to escape as quickly as possible.
He strode down the hallway in one breath and into the bedroom that had once been his.
"How are your legs?"
"It's okay. It's just a little sore, but..."
He walked over to a long velvet-cushioned chair and asked her a question. She tightened her hand around his neck. Then she whispered in his ear.
"Take me to the bed instead of the chair. I want to lie down."
Barcas tilted his head back and glared at her with a sharp glare. As if sensing his reaction, she folded her cat-like eyes in half.
He knew this expression well. Back in the palace, when she was squeezing men into the palm of her hand, she often made this face.
Barcas, his lips stiff, approached the bedside. He placed her on the soft sheets and quickly rose to leave the bedroom, but her hand clung to his shirt like glue.
“Where are you going?”
A woman with rich, wheat-blonde hair that spilled over the white sheets stared up at him with wet eyes.
"This is your bed. You lie down too."
At that moment, his patience ran out.
Barcas grabbed her wrist as if snatching it and pinned her down onto the bed, letting out a growl.
"Are you saying we should do it now?"
"...What did I do to deserve this?"
A faint flush and a hint of anxiety crossed her face, which had been so natural it almost felt shameless. Even that seemed so terribly seductive that it irritated him.
"What on earth are you going to do by dragging me into bed?"
Her cheeks turned even redder at his sharp questioning.
The woman, who seemed embarrassed and bit her lips, stammered.
"I... just want you to get some rest. You've been fighting in the war zone for the past two years. And since you came back, you've been working late into the night doing official duties and stuff..."
"So, let's lie down in the same bed and take a nap together?"
The corners of her eyes rose sharply at the sarcastic remark.
"Why? Can't you do that?"
At the challenging question, he narrowed his eyes and studied her carefully.
Beneath her flowing, thin dress, her delicate, feminine curves were fully revealed. It was hard to believe that she was the same woman who had been bleeding and dying on this bed two years ago. Her appearance was so sensual.
Barcheria chewed the flesh inside his mouth, feeling his lower abdomen clench with an unwanted heat. Mmhis physical reactions to her had been unpleasant in the past, but now they were almost repulsive.
He pulled away from her and let out a hard voice.
"I don't need any rest."
Then he looked at her with a suspicious look and asked her questioningly.
"Why are you suddenly concerned about me in the first place?"
"You... You're my husband. What's wrong with caring?"
Her ears turned bright red, as if embarrassed by the way she had spoken. But Barcas couldn't help but laugh at her words.
A hot lump seemed to stick in his throat. He soon realized the name of the sensation was desire. Driven by that unwelcome realization, he blurted out the words he'd been repeating in his head.
"Didn't you say that just looking at me took your breath away?"
Her complexion instantly turned pale.
The woman, who had been looking up at him with shadowy eyes, carefully sat up. Then, pulling her knees to her chest, she muttered.
"I'm not like that anymore, actually..."
He stood motionless, waiting for the next words.
Thalia, who was rubbing her knees anxiously, added in a slightly hoarse voice.
"I've been worried about you a lot. This time, your absence was particularly long. You didn't come back for half a year..."
The woman, who had been mumbling incoherently, began to bite her lips with her sharply trimmed fingernails.
He held her hand and looked at her face carefully.
"...Isn't it painful to be here now?"
The woman, who had been avoiding his gaze and rolling her eyes as if anxious, nodded.
Barcas sat on his knees on the bed, feeling something snapping from the grip he had been holding on to.
As he ran a hand through her voluminous hair and gently stroked the swiftly beating white nape of her neck, her even breathing became noticeably disturbed. She certainly looked nervous, but she didn't seem to dislike his touch.
Barcas, who had been observing her reaction intently, cupped her small chin and gently rubbed her bruised lower lip with his thumb. Her plump lips parted slightly, as if inviting him.
Feeling the now familiar thirst burning his throat, he slowly lowered his head, clutching the soft cheeks in both hands. He carefully observed her reaction, bringing his to her slightly parted lips. A soft tongue licked his lips, and he felt it.
He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth, shuddering at the sensation of his heart being snatched away. Then he gently pushed her down onto the bed, and a heavy, loud thud followed.
She flinched back, as if startled by the sudden noise. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her again and glared at the entrance. The door was shaking violently, as if it might fly off its hinges at any moment.
Barcas jumped up from his seat and ran across the room in one breath.
As he roughly pulled the doorknob, a huge beast rushed through the gap in the open door.
He glared at the monster with dumbfounded eyes as it roughly pushed him away and jumped onto the bed.
The beast, which had taken over the wide bed as if it were its own, thrust its massive head into her arms.
"Khan!"
Thalia, who was hugging the wolf, looked at him, not knowing what to do.
Barcas watched the scene, clutching the doorknob, then slowly turned his gaze into the hallway.
Soldiers were swarming around, perhaps because they had come running in response to the noise made by the wolf.
He felt his fevered head cool down in an instant, and he brushed back his messy hair.
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