Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 47: Cloning Caelum (M)

"I will do as you wish. So, what do you wish us to do now?"

With one arm still wrapped around her waist, Caelum let go of her wrist and threaded his fingers through her hair, so tender it made her heart ache, like she could forget everything, even just for a moment.

She leaned in closer, her delicate hands sliding down to cling around his neck.

Their lips collided in a kiss so magnetic, it drowned out her heartbeat in breathless excitement. Tilting her head, she pressed in deeper, molding herself to his hunger.

His greedy response had her gasping for breath again and again.

Wet sounds filled the heavy, heated air, tainted with heat-rotted desire, as Caelum’s tongue invaded her mouth.

It was hypnotic, the way their tongues tangled like they were trying to enchant each other into madness.

Butterflies raged in her stomach with how soft yet savagely his lips consumed hers.

And judging by how quickly she got soaked, Lethia wanted to believe that her pup had already given the green light for her to drown in this maddening, insatiable desire.

She could feel Caelum’s tongue pressing deeper, and his embrace no longer stopped at her waist.

His strong hands roamed, caressing her slim back, sending jolts through her nerves, making her knees melt underneath her.

Every time she gasped for breath, he sucked and nibbled the tip of her tongue like he was breathing air straight through her.

Lethia loved how long his tongue was—because when he invaded her mouth, it wrapped around hers, coating every trace of her tongue with his saliva like he meant to brand it.

It was like he was making space for her to explore him in return—but with a silent demand that she match his greed, stroke for stroke.

In that utterly fucked-out state, Lethia couldn’t care less why she kissed him in the first place.

Her fingers tangled in Caelum’s hair, dragging him closer, urging him to devour her, to drown her in this enslaving pleasure.

And—

Her mind snapped when she felt a sudden warmth, like someone was standing right behind her.

And sure enough, strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

Lethia startled and broke the kiss, panting hard as she tried to catch her breath.

"Relax..."

That velvet voice behind her nearly ripped her heart out—it was unmistakably Caelum. But the Caelum in front of her said nothing, only smirking darkly.

"What—?"

"What do you mean ’what’? We’re going to make you feel good, obviously," the Caelum in front of her said with a smoldering tone.

But before she could even reply, the Caelum behind her swept her hair aside—like pulling back a curtain—and pressed a wet kiss to the nape of her neck, sucking softly.

While the Caelum in front of her crashed into her lips again, delivering the second wave of stimulation, Lethia realized—

Caelum was cloning himself.

When the Caelum in front of her struck again with his lustful tongue, catching hers, his hands roamed over her waist and stomach. And the Caelum behind her slid one hand under her chest and cupped her breast, fondling it slowly from behind.

The stimulation from three hands on her body at once had her trembling right on the brink. ’Was I always this slut-deprived? Why is this so... fucking good?’

"Mhhmm..." Lethia whimpered as every nerve in her body lit up under their touch, her hips squirming while she tried to pull away from Caelum’s kiss just long enough to catch her breath.

"Aahh..." she gasped, finally catching her breath the moment the front Caelum pulled back, trading her mouth for her chin, then her neck, kissing lower.

Her hands pushed against him, not because she wanted him to stop, but because the haze made her body buzz with unbearable tingles.

Her knees went weak and trembled, but the broad chest of the Caelum behind her held her steady, making her head fall naturally onto his shoulder.

Not in her wildest, filthiest dreams had she ever imagined herself in foreplay with two men at once.

The whole thing reminded her of the deranged-with-lust scene she’d witnessed in Callista’s office not long ago.

Wait—was this what Callista meant when she said she’d need the Havenish Tube soon?

Not because she’d sleep around with many men... but because Caelum could clone himself.

The memory of the visual of Callista, utterly fucked by four men, added to the sensation, making her core throb harder.

She could already feel the heat soaking her panties from how wet she’d become.

Leaning back onto Caelum’s shoulder, her body arching under the haze, he took his time invading the right side of her neck—nibbling, licking, teasing all the way to her ear.

Lethia couldn’t do anything but writhe under them, shivering from the delicious overstimulation, her eyes fluttering open and shut with every rush of dizzying pleasure.

But the real mind-fuck wasn’t the two warm tongues invading her at once.

The Caelum in front of her halted his kisses at her collarbone, then took a single step back from Lethia.

She thought the maddening stimulation that had left her drenched with lust would ease now that only the Caelum behind her remained, arms wrapped around her like a tether.

But she was wrong.

While the Caelum behind her kept undoing the buttons of her shirt, still sucking and licking the side of her neck, from her fluttering lashes, Lethia saw the Caelum in front of her smile with that infuriatingly satisfied look.

Even though the one behind her was the one undressing her, his eyes, those damn eyes in front of her, made her bite down on her lower lip as her stomach churned wildly.

How the fuck could a look like that make her feel like she was being stripped twice?

"Don’t... don’t look at me like that." Her voice came out breathless, almost like a moan laced with protest.

Lethia wanted to tear her gaze away from Caelum, but that damned smirk—watching her unravel—only made her want to drown deeper in his expression.

Caelum smirked, "Why? Are you shy?"

The Caelum behind her pulled down her bra, leaving her topless, and gently cupped both breasts, massaging them in slow circles that sent shuddering pleasure down to her lower belly.

How could she not? When her body was so desperate like this in front of the most desired man in the country.

While nibbling her ear, Caelum whispered in a voice so low and dangerous it made Lethia flinch.

"Don’t be shy. It’s just me... there’s only one Caelum."

Then his tongue flicked over the shell of her ear.

Lethia’s hazy gaze stayed locked on the Caelum in front of her, who now stepped forward and reached for the zipper of her pencil skirt, tugging it open from the side with infuriating calm.

With a satisfied smirk curling on his lips, he murmured low,

"But I’ll make damn sure every inch of your body feels like it’s been worshipped by a hundred Caelums."