Chapter 164: Strip Tease’s Over.

’Well... Lust’s promised threesome is still technically left...’ He grinned, ’Why not try to make it a foursome tonight?’

With Andrea already passed out on the corner of the mattress, the pieces were practically in place.

Casting aside any further hesitation, Fredrinn wrapped his arm firmly around Jenny’s slender waist and hauled her alongside him as he pivoted toward the center of the suite.

By now, Rose had barely dragged the metal pull down to her hips.

The demon girl was intentionally drawing out the performance, peeling the vibrant crimson fabric away at an agonizing crawl to reveal only a single inch of flawless, ash-pale skin at a time.

Unfortunately for her grand striptease, Fredrinn had zero intention of standing by and waiting that long.

Passing by the kitchenette counter, he reached out, grabbed the white ceramic mug, and tossed back a deep, reckless swig of the dark brew.

Setting the cup down with a sharp clatter against the wood, he swallowed the dark fluid in one heavy gulp.

The bitter sting scraped down his throat, but with his senses aflame, it barely registered as unpleasant.

It was entirely manageable now—mostly because the lingering sweetness of Rose’s lips from their earlier kiss was still imprinted on his tongue.

Sadly, Jenny didn’t get a single drop of the promised coffee. Fredrinn was in far too much of a hurry to bother with delicate mouth-to-mouth games.

The night wasn’t infinite, after all, and he planned on spending every available hour thoroughly enjoying himself.

Closing the distance in two broad strides, Fredrinn reached down with both hands and firmly caught the bunched fabric around Rose’s waist. With a swift, decisive tug, he yanked the sagging dress all the way down past her thighs, completely unveiling the breathtaking, sculpted body she had been hiding beneath.

"Hubby looks so cute when he’s rushing like this~" Rose purred in airy amusement. She giggled softly, lifting her hips to assist him in peeling the remaining cloth free.

Not a flicker of shame or modesty crossed her ethereal features. In her view, Fredrinn was the only living being who had earned the absolute right to gaze upon her flesh like this.

If she chose to act timid or reserved in front of her own mate, then what was the point of possessing such a magnificent, sensual figure in the first place?

"And you look absolutely gorgeous," Fredrinn chuckled back, his voice thick with raw approval.

Before she could strike another sultry pose, he planted his open palm flat against the center of her stomach and gave a firm, playful shove.

Rose squeaked, losing her footing on the hardwood and tumbling backward onto the plush mattress.

Her frame bounced several times against the bedding, her perky breasts jiggling delightfully with the sudden motion before she settled against the pillows with a wicked, inviting smirk.

Standing right beside him, Jenny swallowed hard, her throat painfully dry.

Watching Rose get handled so easily sparked a frantic mess of conflicting emotions inside her.

She had a very clear inkling of what Fredrinn was setting up, and the realization left her intensely thrilled, terrified, and flustered all at once. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

’He wouldn’t actually go that far right now... would he?’

The naive thought barely formed before she glanced down at his lower half. Fredrinn didn’t look the least bit drained after fucking Andrea.

His thick, mana-veined cock remained rock hard, rigid and twitching with relentless vitality. She trusted her gut instincts, and right now, her instincts were screaming that there was no turning back.

She knew exactly what was coming.

Just as she anticipated, the moment Rose hit the sheets, Fredrinn’s heavy gaze snapped straight onto the blonde beauty.

His grip on her waist tightened possessively. Before Jenny could offer a token protest, he slid his hand beneath the hem of her tactical vest, working the buckles loose and yanking the heavy outer layer off in one smooth motion.

All that remained between her chest and his predatory, lustful stare was a paper-thin cotton tank top that left very little to the imagination.

Hell, her nipples were already pressing against the bra and the cloth, forming twin peaks that looked absolutely delectable.

"Raise your hands, Jenny," Fredrinn whispered in a low, raspy voice that left no room for negotiation or denial.

Jenny’s breath caught in her throat.

Caught in the sheer momentum of his command, her body moved on instinct, swiftly raising both arms straight above her head.

She swallowed the nervous saliva pooling in her mouth, her hazel eyes glistening as she looked up into his face with an unbearable mix of shyness and anticipation.

"Haah... You’re going to drive me completely crazy," he grumbled under his breath, his eyes darkening as he took in her flushed skin.

A primal urge tore through his mind, tempting him to simply rip the delicate cotton to shreds, toss her onto the mattress, and pin her down right beside Rose, fucking her forcefully and hard.

He had a feeling that a more subconscious part of Jenny would secretly love getting overpowered like that.

She did feel like a sub.

Still, he reined in the violent impulse. In a ruined apocalypse, durable, clean clothes were a rare luxury that shouldn’t be ruined over reckless impatience.

Tucking the fantasy away for another night when they had supplies to spare, he simply caught the hem of her tank top and pulled it effortlessly up over her head.

Dropping it to the floor, his fingers worked the button and zipper of her denim shorts with practiced speed, peeling them down her legs until they were cast aside.

"S-So fast..." Jenny protested softly, the complaint entirely half-hearted as she found herself stripped down to nothing but her matching, lacey undergarments.

She wasn’t stupid; she knew those fragile scraps weren’t going to survive for long either.

Sure enough, Fredrinn slid two fingers smoothly up the line of her spine, catching the metal clasp of her bra.

With an effortless flick, the hook popped open. The tight fabric fell away, allowing the cool air conditioning of the suite to wash over her bare chest.

Her sensitive nipples immediately puckered tight against the chill, sending a delicious shiver rippling down her ribs.

"You horny bastard..." Jenny whispered under her breath, clicking her tongue as a burning blush swept across her face. "This is literally my first time, and you want to take it like this...?"

She wanted to sound stern. She wanted to act furious, disappointed, or disgusted by his brazen greed of wanting two at once. But the harsh words simply refused to carry any weight.

She didn’t know why, but seeing him look at her with such unmasked, ravenous hunger didn’t offend her at all.

In fact, standing there under his gaze, completely bare beside his demon bride, ignited a molten, forbidden thrill between her thighs that she had never felt before in her entire life.

Fredrinn didn’t let the comment go though.

He smirked slightly and caught both her wrists, pulling her bare figure against his own, her warm skin against his skin as she shivered at the touch.

His cock was against her pussy, making it tremble and wet.

"Then how would you like me to take your first time, Jenny?"