Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 48: Pulling The String (M)

Caelum savoured every inch of the tremor coursing through Lethia’s body in his embrace.

Even though the one holding her from behind was his clone, he could feel everything the clone felt.

Every sensory nerve, every thread of thought, still centred on his true body. They might not have been doing the same thing at the same time, but their soul remained one.

Lethia’s hand grabbed his just as he started tugging her skirt down, making Caelum smirk slyly.

The contrast between that resistance and her heavy-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks practically begging for more, made his breath hitch.

"You want me to stop?" Caelum teased, voice low, eyes dark with intent.

But instead of stopping, his clone sank its teeth into the curve of her neck, sucking hard while his fingers clamped around her nipples in the same breath.

"Aahh..." Lethia whimpered sharply, her body jerking in response.

The sound of her moans was like a goddamn melody in Caelum’s ears, a sound so sweet it made the tip of his cock throb violently.

From the moment he first saw her in that viral video—with that fierce glare she shot at everyone who rejected or mocked her—he’d been burning for her.

The raw fire of her rage when she hurled her shoe made his heart race, sent a twitch straight to his cock.

Just like now, when her mind fought to keep her composure, but her body already knew exactly what it wanted, better than she ever would.

"You know what?" the real Caelum stepped in closer, voice taut. "The moment I saw your video and heard you say your name, I felt like the stupidest bastard on earth."

His fingers traced slowly down Lethia’s waist, drinking in every shiver she made under his touch.

"How the hell did I not realise you’d gone back to the countryside—while I was like a fool, assuming you went outside the country?"

Still hazy, her mind clouded with lust from the clone Caelum licking hungrily at her neck, Lethia barely managed to ask, her voice stuttering.

"Wh—what d–do you m–mean?"

Her grip on Caelum’s hand had already lost its strength, barely able to stop him as he slipped his palm under her skirt.

"You said it at the park... You were leaving for overseas that day. So I just stupidly assumed you were overseas." He let out a low laugh. "Thanks to that, an unbothered Lycan like me ended up becoming the most popular actor, just so wherever you were, you could see me wearing your scarf... and straight to remember me."

"Nngghh... I... I d–don’t under–stand. Mmhhh..." Lethia squeezed her eyes shut, lost in the way clone Caelum was twirling her nipples, drawing wave after wave of hot, fuck-starved sensation.

Caelum chuckled deep, his voice rough with want. "You don’t need to, my queen. It was just... fun, for once in my life, wishing I were half as clever as Renar—so I could’ve found you faster."

Drunk on lust, Lethia arched into the sensation as the clone pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp—and Caelum’s arousal spiked at the sight. Her hand no longer stopping him, he swiftly let her skirt fall to the floor.

Lethia panted hard after clone Caelum released the pinch. Her eyes fluttered half-open, locking onto Caelum with a shaky breath.

"D–do... do you like me? Since... since when?"

"Before I saw your video, I was just a hopeless romantic who never really liked anyone that deeply, because of a foolish promise I made in the park, that I’d marry the red scarf owner when I grew up." Caelum kneaded her hips gently, fingers slow, indulgent.

"But that defiance in the video told me you were exactly my type. And that fierce glare of yours... it made something twitch deep inside me."

He leaned closer, voice low, rough. "Yes, I like you, my queen. I liked and craved you the moment you threw your stiletto in that video. And the fact that you’re the same person I’m looking for, fueling the fire inside me to make you mine."

He started tugging at the waistband of her panties, determined to strip them from her hips like he had every right to.

"I’m just grateful our paths crossed like this," he breathed. "Could it be... we’re fated mates?"

Like most Lycans in Ashenhold, Caelum never believed in fated mates. He only believed in the fate he carved with his own damn hands.

And in this moment, with her flushed and trembling in front of him, he decided. Lethia was going to be his fated mate.

Didn’t matter what past they dragged behind them. Didn’t matter how unholy or divine her scent was.

Right here, right now—he chose her.

Clone Caelum stopped what he was doing, but kept holding Lethia from behind, his lips trailing soft kisses along her shoulder, like a pampered pet nuzzling into its keeper.

His arms circled firmly beneath her breasts, possessive, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.

Lethia glanced at Caelum with a probing look.

Those fucking "fated mate" words.

She didn’t care much about that shit. She had one goal here.

’Whisney, have you placed the bead yet?’ she called out in her mind.

["Of course... your heated kiss ma—"]

’And? Does he genuinely like me? Has your tail grown another?’

["Ha ha ha... Why are you so impatient for your rewards?"]

’Answer ME!’

["Whoaa... alright, alright, no need to bite. Yeah, he really is the man of his word. He said he likes you, and yes, he genuinely does. I got my fifth tail just now."]

Lethia didn’t respond to Whisney again. There was no point. She didn’t want to waste time.

Not now.

Not when she was on the edge of the wildest experience of her life.

Fuck her plans.

The mission was done, for the fox bead had been placed. That was her goal. Now the only thing left... was to let the burning inside her finally be released.

She swallowed hard, blinking as she cleared her head, then cleared her throat.

"So..." she murmured with a sly breath, "are you just gonna pull the string without pulling the panties?"