My Life as a Beast Keeper

---- Chapter 11 I found this amusing. Salem, despite being a well-trained service beastkin, had his primal instincts triggered by Clayton's calmness. Clayton didn't seem annoyed. He smiled faintly and said, "T just wanted to bring her a coat." He took a few steps closer, and Salem instinctively stepped back. Clayton gently draped the coat over me, then looked at Salem. "You two can continue." Salem didn't hesitate. "May I accompany you tonight, miss? I've studied those things systematically, too.

I know how to make you feel good, and I'll definitely be better at it than he is." Iarched a brow. "Is that so?" Salem wagged his tail wildly. "It's true. Let me make it up to you, miss. Alright?" Clayton's expression remained unchanged, but the hand hanging at his side seemed to be tightly clenched. "Forget it, Salem. The thought of you having kissed Lisa has made me lose all desire for you. Good night." ---- Clayton followed me back to the bedroom. I casually took off my coat and looked up at him. "Jealous? He lowered his gaze as he took the coat. "Not at all. You're exceptional.

You'll have boyfriends and even a husband someday. I know my place. Would you like a bath?" I was just about to crawl back into bed. "Huh?" "You reek of his tears, scent, and spit," said Clayton. Thad no choice but to go to the bathroom. Clayton followed closely behind, meticulously washing every inch of skin. "Miss." He kneeled on the wet bathroom floor, looking up at me. I reached out to touch his ear. "What is it?" "You're not clean enough." 1 eyed him in confusion. "Can you remove this for a bit?" he asked, pointing at the muzzle.

"I think licking might make it cleaner." Thesitated for a few seconds before bending down to remove the muzzle, marveling at how striking his face ---- was once again. He lowered his head and started at my knee, trailing his lips and tongue all over me. "Mm." I couldn't help but tug at his ear. "That spot doesn't seem to have his scent." Clayton hummed in response, but didn't stop. Inch by torturous inch, he kissed his way up to my chin. "Is this alright, miss?" he asked, cupping my face with one hand. "Mm." His lips met mine awkwardly, but there was a careful gentleness to it.

I stole a glance at him. Through the steam, his eyes remained shut, his long lashes quivering slightly. This felt like our very first kiss. I stopped muzzling Clayton after this. Though my parents repeatedly reminded me to be careful, they didn't interfere. I worked at my family's company and usually didn't go home for lunch. But that day, I felt like taking a nap, sol simply went home to do so. ---- As I slept, I heard Clayton and Salem's voices from the living room. I leaned against the second-floor railing to watch the spectacle unfold. Clayton sat elegantly in the living room watching TV.

Salem, on the other hand, was blocking him, his tail bristling. "You really think Layla likes you? She's just using you to piss me off. Once she's done venting, she'll dump a low-grade, inferior beastkin like you immediately." Clayton arched a brow. "So? Layla says you're filthy. At least I'm clean. I'll bite the necks off anyone who tries to touch me instead of pretending to resist as you did." Well, this was interesting. Clayton was usually meek, helpless, and honest in my presence. This was the first time I've seen the sharp side of him. "Clean?

How dare a gladiator like you speak of cleanliness? Who knows how many of your own kind you've ripped apart?" Salem sneered. Clayton smirked. "At least you're aware." He paused, then leisurely added, "Actually, I find you to be a bit of an eyesore." ---- Salem was practically hopping mad. "Me? An eyesore? I'm the one Layla spent millions on to bring home! Besides, I was here long before you. You're an outsider and the true eyesore here!"