Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 49: Satisfaction (M)

One thing Lethia liked about Caelum was his straightforward nature. She didn’t know him well yet, not in depth, not intimately.

But deep down, she was glad that the man who had to see her this vulnerable was Caelum.

At least, there was a strange comfort in knowing how he had kept her scarf all this time. That alone made her curious about him, on a personal level, outside her mission.

"You let me?" Caelum asked teasingly, his fingers stroking gently from her hips down to her lower belly.

Lethia’s breath quickened, but her pride refused to answer that annoyingly teasing question with words.

She pulled herself from clone Caelum’s arms and stood tall. Then, without breaking eye contact, she untied her own panties, slid them down, and stood completely bare before him.

She stepped closer, reached for the bulge pressing through his pants, and traced it slowly with her fingers.

"I won’t beg you, if that’s what you’re hoping for," she said, her feral gaze locked onto his with searing intensity. "Because the moment I pull your pants down... you’ll be the one begging me."

The moment Lethia slipped off her panties, Caelum knew—she had given her consent.

He chuckled, finding it damn cute how she struggled to express what she wanted, yet hid it behind her sharp wits.

He couldn’t help but wonder just how deep her trauma ran, for her to always build up these hard walls, pretending to be tough.

But seeing her this vulnerable, yet still baring her fangs—still clinging to her power—it only made Caelum want her more.

"If you say so."

Caelum grabbed her nape and crashed their lips together in a savage kiss, their tongues immediately tangling like they were starved for each other.

He guided her gently toward the bed, never once breaking the kiss, lowering her onto the mattress with a care so tender it burned.

Lethia felt the cold air of Caelum’s room, which had been tingling her skin earlier, shift into warmth, radiating from the heat of his body, from the way his arms wrapped around her so tightly.

Caelum moved with surprising softness, laying her down like she was something precious.

Her fingers wove into the back of his hair as the kiss deepened, as if they were devouring one another.

The scent of strawberries from his shampoo refreshed her hazy mind, while the sinful scent mix of their arousal overwhelmed every inch of her senses.

She found it almost stupidly cute—his taste in shampoo scent. Not even his fans would believe that the masculine actor they worshipped used strawberry-scented shampoo. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Caelum broke the kiss, and through her lashes, Lethia caught a glimpse of his devastatingly handsome face, smiling down at her like he already owned her.

She bit her lower lip, anticipation burning in her belly, wondering what the hell he’d do next.

"Look at you," Caelum murmured with a low, teasing smirk. "You’re so fucking whipped for me, aren’t you? Just admit it, you want me to ruin you, don’t you?"

She knew damn well her body wanted him. But hell no—she wasn’t about to let him hear that from her mouth. Not yet. Not when she wasn’t even sure if she could handle whatever Caelum might feel in return.

Lethia smiled faintly. Her fingers brushed against his cheek, soft and fleeting, and that alone was enough to make Caelum stop giving a damn about whether she said it or not.

When her hand drifted lower, tugging his shirt free, Caelum was already hypnotized by the way her touch turned reckless.

Her fingers found his nipple on his rock-hard chest, playing with it without hesitation, like she’d always known how to tease him into madness.

The sly smile on Lethia’s lips told him everything—she wasn’t going to be pushed or told what to say. If anything, it was him who’d end up submitting to her mercy.

"Oh, fuck!!" Caelum lost all control and crashed his lips against Lethia’s again, kissing her with a kind of hunger that bordered on savage.

His mouth trailed down—lashing and softly sucking at her jawline, down her neck, until he reached the delicate slope of her collarbone, where he dragged his tongue along her skin and gave her a deep, possessive suck.

As he moved lower toward her chest, he paused—lips hovering, catching the rapid thrum of her heartbeat beneath.

He pressed a tender kiss right over it, his breath hitching as he felt the racing pulse matching his own—wild and desperate.

The more he kissed the left side of her chest, the heavier their breaths grew—tangled and erratic, until his soft kisses turned into sharp urges to bite down and suck her flesh, craving the mark of her on his tongue.

Lethia, overwhelmed by the way his mouth devoured her, tangled her fingers in his hair and gave it a soft tug—instinctively guiding him lower, needing his attention on her aching nipples. And the moment Caelum’s tongue found her hardened nipple, she arched her back like she was offering herself to be corrupted.

In that haze-drenched state, Lethia saw the clone of Caelum smirking as he gave a teasing tickle to her feet, making her whimper harder with ache.

"Ngghhh... Don’t..." Lethia couldn’t endure the ticklish sensation on her feet, nor the feeling of Caelum’s tongue flicking and sucking at her nipples one after the other, ravenous and relentless.

She wanted to tell him not to tease her like that, but she wasn’t even sure if this was real or just a dream, because her body felt like it was floating on a cloud.

Caelum, hearing her soft whimpering, paused his sucking and glanced up at Lethia’s face, frowning in pleasure.

He grinned when he saw her covering her mouth, almost biting her own hand, as if trying to stop herself from moaning out loud.

That reaction only made Caelum want more—to break her composure and hear those sweet sounds spill from her lips.

The clone Caelum moved to her side, taking over her breasts from her side.

He massaged gently in circles with his thumb over her swollen nipple, making Lethia’s body jerk up and down, her hands clutching the bedsheets in a frantic grip.

Meanwhile, the real Caelum busied himself planting love bites along her stomach, trailing down to her lower belly, where the subtle curve of her pregnancy had already begun to show.

He smiled and placed a soft kiss on her bump, right where the pup rested, like he was asking permission to give its mother pleasure.

But on the third kiss, Caelum’s eyes suddenly widened. He froze mid-motion, stopping everything. Even the clone looked surprised, stunned into stillness.