Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 182 - 18+ Voss’s Return

There was no visible reaction. "...you got here first," Voss said finally, voice even, like he was stating a fact rather than questioning it.

Felicity shifted slightly then, a soft, restless movement, her fingers curling weakly against the fabric beneath her as a faint sound slipped from her throat, still not fully present, still caught in the tail end of something she hadn’t completely come down from.

Voss’s gaze softened. Just slightly. That was the only sign. He stepped forward without hesitation, crouching beside her, his hand brushing lightly against her forehead, checking, grounding, confirming. "Still burning," he murmured.

Lucan’s jaw tightened. "It hasn’t dropped."

"It won’t," Voss replied calmly. "Not yet." He didn’t look at them when he said it. Didn’t need to. Because his focus was already entirely on her.

Felicity stirred again, her head turning slightly toward the touch, instinctive, seeking, her body leaning faintly into the coolness he brought with him. That made his decision for him. Voss slid one arm beneath her carefully, the other supporting her without jarring her, lifting her up with a smooth, controlled motion that didn’t disturb her more than necessary.

She leaned into it. "...warm," she murmured, voice soft and unfocused, like she wasn’t entirely aware of who she was speaking to anymore.

Voss adjusted his hold slightly, steady, unhurried. "I know." He didn’t look back immediately. But when he did—his gaze passed over them, "We’ll stabilise her," he said simply.

Lucan’s eyes didn’t leave Felicity, but he nodded once, sharp and restrained. "Call if it spikes."

"I will."

Voss turned without another word, carrying her with a steadiness that didn’t match the tension still coiled in the room, moving toward the exit with purpose.

Felicity shifted again in his arms, her fingers catching lightly against his clothing, her body still too warm, still not fully her own.

"Easy," he murmured, retrieving a basin of cold water and a soft cloth from a nearby shelf.

With methodical care, he began cleaning her fevered skin, starting at her forehead and working downward. The cool water seemed to soothe and agitate her at the same time. Each time the cloth touched her, she arched slightly, small, desperate sounds escaping her lips.

When he wiped her neck, she caught his fingers with her mouth, tongue darting out to taste his skin. Her eyes, hazy with need, locked onto his.

Voss couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "My poor mate," he whispered against her skin. "And your poor husband Victor, pushing through to level 100 and unable to breed you when you need it most."

He continued his ministrations, cleaning away the evidence of her previous encounter while she squirmed beneath his touch. When finished, he positioned her near the open wall where a gentle breeze cooled her heated skin.

"Better?" he asked, brushing hair from her face.

Felicity’s response was to grab his wrist, pulling him closer with surprising strength. "Need you," she panted, her voice raw with desire. "Need you inside me, Voss. Now."

"I know Leaf Team and Snow Team can probably hear," he said softly, thumb tracing her bottom lip. "But you’ve never minded an audience, have you?"

Her fox tail swished against the mattress. "Let them hear," she said, fingers already working at his clothes.

Felicity growled, actually growled, and yanked at his shirt. "I’ll die if you don’t fuck me," she hissed, lips finding his neck where she bit down just hard enough to make him hiss. "Fill me up, Voss. I want every drop you have."

"Alright, alright, little mate," he conceded, helping her remove his clothing. "I’m happy to give you what you want."

Despite her desperation, Voss took his time. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, his hands mapping her body with reverent precision. When his lips found her breast, he circled the nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth, savouring her gasp.

"More," she demanded, arching into him.

He worked his way down her body, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach. His teeth grazed her hip, and she bucked beneath him.

"Such a greedy little fox," he murmured against her skin.

When his fingers slipped between her thighs, he frowned slightly, encountering the remnants of her previous coupling. With careful movements, he cleaned her, making sure nothing remained.

"No eggs for you," he muttered. "You’d hate that."

Mark me so deep no one will question who I belong to." Her words sent heat coursing through him, but he still maintained control, taking his time to ensure she was ready, comfortable, and safe.

"Stop teasing," she whined, clawing at his shoulders. "I need your cock inside me now. I’ll drain you dry, I swear it."

Voss looked down at her—flushed, desperate, and utterly beautiful—and felt something in his chest tighten. Even in this state, driven by pure need, she was magnificent.

"As my lady commands," he whispered, finally positioning himself between her thighs.

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her soaking heat. She cried out, nails digging into his forearms, her walls clenching around him like a vice, hot and slick and perfect.

He didn’t ease in; no, he fucked her as he owned her, and he did own her, hips pistoning with raw power, he snarled, leaning down to bite her earlobe hard enough to sting, the metallic tang of her skin mixing with the musky scent of their sweat-slicked bodies. "Scream for me. Tell me how my cock’s wrecking that pretty pussy."

"Voss, you’re splitting me open," she gasped back, her voice hoarse and filthy, hips grinding up to meet his ruthless rhythm.

Tears pricked her eyes from the intensity, but she begged for more, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red trails that only spurred him on. "Mine," he growled, her face twisted in ecstasy, his massive frame dominating hers, muscles flexing with every punishing thrust. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the obscene squelch of her arousal coating his balls. He howled his release, slamming home one last time, flooding her with hot spurts that made her shatter around him, her screams muffled against the sheets as waves of pleasure ripped through them both.

Voss was already hardening again, not leaving time for her to recover, and he could tell she was less caught in her heat than in the last round. He wanted to be gentle with her, but her bloom and her heat were driving something primal in him, the alpha in him howling, and anger and jealousy that others had got to her first.

The scent of the others still lingered on her skin, driving his possessiveness to new heights. He flipped her gently onto her stomach in one swift movement, pulling her hips up while pressing her shoulders down. The position left her completely vulnerable to him, her tail quivering to the side. "I need to mark you everywhere they touched," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave. "Need to erase them from your memory."

Her scent spiked with renewed arousal, the sweet fragrance of her heat filling the room. Though the edge had been taken off her desperation, Voss could tell she was still affected, still needy for him.

"Please," she begged, looking back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with desire.

Voss ran his hands down her sides, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her waist. His claws extended slightly, just enough to leave faint red trails in their wake without breaking skin. He watched as goosebumps raised in their path, her body trembling under his touch.

His alpha blood roared, a primal howl ripping through his veins, fueled by the scorching jealousy that clawed at his gut. Others had touched her, claimed her heat before him? The thought made his vision tunnel.

"Fuck me, Voss. Pound my pussy as you own it. Make me forget anyone else ever touched me."

That did it. A guttural snarl ripped from his throat as he slammed into her, burying his massive length to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her walls clenching around him like a vice, hot and wet and so fucking tight it made his balls ache. She cried out, nails digging into the mattress, body jolting forward,her voice hoarse and broken. "Your huge cock’s splitting me open... I need your cum."

With a final, savage thrust, he exploded inside her, roaring as he pumped her full, his grip bruising, body pinning her down until she collapsed beneath him, utterly claimed, the alpha’s rage sated in the wreckage of her submission.

Eventually, the storm in her body began to ease.

Felicity’s breathing evened out in uneven waves as she curled instinctively closer, her body seeking something steady to anchor to.

She pressed into Voss’s chest, her fingers clutching faintly at him as small tremors still moved through her, not from panic anymore, but from the aftershocks of everything her body had been forced through. Her skin was still warm, her senses still heightened, but the frantic edge had dulled into something quieter, something almost fragile.