Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 38: Tuffin’s blood

Lethia was stunned by the blunt explanation. How could someone describe something as intimate as multiple orgasms with such casual ease? Her half-conservative mind still couldn’t wrap around the way things worked in Ashenhold.

"So, that is the thing... here? Something people normally use here?" Lethia tried to keep her tone professional.

Callista smirked, sensing Lethia’s awkwardness.

"Not exactly normal or common either," she said. "It just circulates among high society since it’s so expensive. If Lycan males have Unbonding Pills to suppress their urges, we female Lycans need the Havenish Tube to boost our sexual pleasure. Because, well... we barely get satisfied enough."

Lethia gulped at the sudden sex education lecture Callista was giving her.

"So... what does that have to do with my knowledge as an Aide?"

"You’ll be assisting a few werewolf parliament members in this election who might need the tube. And you need to keep track of how much they’re using it. Nowadays, rich werewolves who aren’t Lycans keep buying that thing for—well, you know—multiple partners. But regular werewolves can’t handle more than three tubes every two days, so it’s your job to make sure they don’t overdose."

Lethia nodded and started taking notes of the relevant details. All she could hope was that she wouldn’t be assigned to some oversexed parliament member—she just wanted her life to go smooth.

"Or..." Callista leaned in teasingly, lips curling into a sly smile, "you might need it yourself. So take good notes, and don’t forget the allowed dosage."

Lethia shot her a sharp glance.

"Why would I need it?"

"Who knows, I’ve got a friend who couldn’t handle her needs when she got pregnant. One partner wasn’t enough for her. She had to keep up with the drive from both of her men—"

"I think that’s too much information I don’t need," Lethia cut her off, unable to stomach another second of this impromptu sex-ed as if Callista knew she’d end up needing it. "Like I said, you don’t need to worry about me."

Truth be told, ever since that slutty fox Whisney told her it took two men to satisfy her because of her two beads, Lethia had found herself imagining what it’d be like—to be intimate with two men at once. The idea kept teasing her thoughts, but she always pushed it aside out of shame—or denial.

But what Callista said about pregnancy hormones messing with her libido... was true.

At nearly seven weeks along, Lethia had already caught herself getting aroused out of nowhere, her core embarrassingly wet far too often.

Just this morning, during a shower, she’d touched herself, desperate to ease the heat building inside her—but not even that brought real relief. And she knew... it was only going to get worse.

Callista chuckled, "Do you think so? I’m just saying—because I’ve got this gut feeling you’ll need it. Sooner... or later. And darling, my gut’s rarely wrong."

Lethia grimaced and shot her a look. "Good for you, then. I’ll be sure to come running if I ever need help," she said dryly.

"Oh, but Renar can help you better. He’s the one who made that drug, after all."

Lethia pressed her lips together before asking, "Is his job as a researcher a secret? I read his profile in the parliamentary summary, and it only said he’s a plastic surgeon."

Callista rested both arms on the table, tilted her head, and gave Lethia a disbelieving look. "How long have you lived with him?"

Lethia rolled her eyes, tracing the time in her head. "A week. Maybe more."

"And in all that time, you two haven’t had a deep conversation?"

"I don’t think you can say a week is long enough for someone to have a deep talk with another person."

"Wait—you haven’t had sex yet?" Callista’s voice shot up.

Lethia opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She couldn’t answer that. She wasn’t even sure if what happened in the bathtub that night counted as sex.

"Oh, for the heaven gate between my thighs—you haven’t?"

"We... did foreplay," Lethia admitted, her face flushing hard.

Callista burst out laughing like she’d just heard the funniest damn thing in the world. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"A foreplay? Renar did a foreplay and stopped there?" she howled.

"What’s so funny about that?" Lethia grumbled.

"Your whole situation is hilarious. But... I guess he really likes you. Must really think you’re his fated mate. There’s no way he’d be that careful when his urge was already hanging by a damn thread."

Lethia rolled her eyes, tired of hearing the same statement that Renar liked her.

"You guys don’t even believe in fated mates," she pointed out.

"Yeah, we don’t," Callista shrugged. "But do you think that means we don’t crave them? We just got really good at hiding it behind all those genetic modification drugs."

Lethia rubbed her temple, her head spinning from Callista’s explanation that suddenly contradicted Renar’s logic. If that were true, then Renar would be willing to risk his life for her, wouldn’t he? Should she test that?

"That still doesn’t answer my question. Why does Renar need to hide his other profession?"

"Because..." Callista parted her lips as if she was about to speak, inhaled, but said nothing. She studied Lethia for a moment before finally replying, "The public doesn’t need to know. Besides, his best-selling image is being a hot plastic surgeon."

Lethia chuckled inwardly at that. But again, Callista had a point. Considering how Renar’s banner ads for plastic surgery were plastered all over the streets, and how busy he’d been lately, they barely had time to talk or even have dinner together despite living under the same roof.

She chuckled softly, flipping through the stack of papers in her hand. "He must know women’s bodies very well."

"That’s what stunned me when you said you haven’t ridden each other yet. Tuffin’s blood is terrible at holding back once they’re aroused. He must be in sick agony right now."

Lethia sank her face further into her bowed posture, trying to hide the flush of embarrassment. But no... she decided to let the shame fade.

Because, to be very honest, she liked the idea of Renar secretly craving her. Maybe a bit too much.

"Ah!" Callista snapped her fingers. "I can keep my brother from bothering you. And Renar... well, he seems to have his own restraint. But if the last Tuffin man decides to come for you too, even the Gods and Goddesses from hell will turn a blind eye."

Lethia frowned. "You mean..."

"Mhm... Zeran Tuffin. Our mind-numbing step-uncle."

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