Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 52: Don’t Break Anything

Just from the spent look on Caelum’s face, Lethia’s pelvis twitched hard.

There was a flicker of pride blooming in her chest, because even in the middle of groaning a deep growl and spilling his cum all over his hand, Caelum kept his gaze locked on her eyes.

How could she not feel proud?

She, a rejected-wolfless, had the top star Caelum Zelinsky quivering under her gaze.

Lethia glanced up at the ceiling of Caelum’s room, where a mural showed a Lycan playing on a swing with a girl in a field of blooming daisies. The girl was smiling, carefree, while the Lycan gave her a gentle push.

’Why the hell do these beasts have warm, tender murals like that on their ceilings?’ she thought, remembering the similar mural above the bed in Renar’s penthouse.

She shut her eyes and arched her head back, letting herself melt into the lingering pulses inside her core, still dripping with that warm release.

The clone Caelum had vanished, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was still floating in the afterglow of a pleasure she’d never experienced before—from just a fucking foreplay that so intense.

The sight of Lethia smiling softly in satisfaction made Caelum clench his jaw.

He meant to use that foreplay to mess with her psyche, to make it unforgettable for her, to leave an impression she would find hard to forget.

But it turned out he was the one who got undone. Watching Lethia tremble beneath the skill of his tongue had him spiraling.

Even though it was only a clone that devoured her, every single taste of her sweetness had been seared into his tongue. That was enough to push him into one of the most mind-blowing climaxes he’d ever had.

He’d tried kinky foreplay like this before with exes, but not once had he come that hard. Not even close.

Usually, after watching a woman climax from his mind play, Caelum would immediately take her, because jerking himself off was never enough. But now, the swollen throb pulsing at the tip of his cock felt like he had just knotted inside her.

Caelum winced at the sight of his cum in his hand—he’d never spilled that much just from jerking off alone.

Sure, he liked her on a personal level—he wanted her in his bed.

But why the fuck did it feel like this was more than just ’lust-like’ the way he assumed? Why did it feel like she was the only one he needed? ’For what? Just to feed my filthy hunger? Since when does a predator feel so content under his prey’s mercy?’

Caelum rose from the couch and walked off to clean himself.

Before stepping into the bathroom, he glanced back and smiled while Lethia had her eyes shut, with a peaceful smile softening her face.

Lethia could feel the chill from the air conditioner licking over her bare skin. She filled her lungs with a deep breath and caught the thick, sweet scent of love juices, still clinging to her from the mind-fucked foreplay she just had with Caelum.

["Hmm... do you enjoy that much?"] Whisney’s squeaky, teasing voice echoed in her head.

’Shhh... Don’t bother me. I’ll talk to you later.’

["Wohoo... It’s about your re—"]

’Shhh... Let me just stay still. I want to enjoy this wrecked bliss. Go!’

Her body still refused to move from the bed, even though the sticky slickness between her inner thighs was starting to feel unbearably thick.

She just wanted to stay, frozen in that final glow of pleasure that had completely unraveled her nerves.

It wasn’t the best climax she ever had... but it was special. Like something brand new she’d never experienced.

And for a moment, she really could forget reality.

Lethia’s leg flinched when she felt a warm, wet cloth brushing between her thighs. Her eyes flew open, only to see Caelum holding a towel, gently wiping her down.

"What are you—"

"Shh... you can keep your eyes closed. Or just sleep," Caelum murmured as he pressed her shoulder to keep her lying down. "I’ll clean up my beautiful mess."

But the problem wasn’t his overly sweet gesture. The real issue was the tingling friction between the towel and her skin.

"No, you don’t have to. Let me—"

"Relax... It’s a warm towel. It’ll ease the soreness here without triggering you again," Caelum explained, like he could read the panic dancing behind Lethia’s eyes.

She bit down on her lower lip and let him wipe her like some delicate baby.

Through her still hazy gaze, she watched Caelum’s face as he wiped her down with a towel. His expression was deadly serious, like a collector handling antique porcelain with reverence and care.

She chuckled inwardly.

A flicker of curiosity stirred in her mind.

"You... why are you so... I mean, why did you do that?" She nearly said, ’Why are you so good?’

"Do what? The foreplay?" Caelum bent her leg up gently, wiping down the back of her thigh.

"Hm... looks like you do that a lot, from how comfortable you were jerking yourself off in front of me."

Caelum smirked, "Not unfamiliar, sure. But... you’re the first one who’s ever made me cum outside while doing it."

Lethia’s cheeks flamed at his words.

"You’re clean now," Caelum said, tapping a dry towel gently around her center. "You wanna keep lying here and sleep with me, or—"

"No."

Lethia immediately sprang up from the bed, scrambling to put on her clothes, which were scattered across the floor from when—

Knock. Knock!

A knock hit the door, followed by a firm yet feminine voice yelling from the other side.

"Caelum! You wanna open this damn door yourself, or should I break it down?" Callista’s voice came sharp and frantic, pounding the door repeatedly.

The noise startled Lethia, her hands fumbling with panic as she rushed to get dressed.

"What a great time to interrupt, huh? Looks like we really can’t cuddle, my holy queen."

Caelum headed toward the door. Just before unlocking it, he turned back, making sure Lethia was fully dressed. Then, with a lazy smile, he slid the lock open.

"Cael, what in the—" Callista’s voice hitched as soon as she barged in and saw Lethia standing inside.

Lethia was still clutching her skirt’s zipper, frozen mid-motion—not because of Callista, but because of the figure standing just behind her.

Renar.

Lethia opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just stood there, frozen, seeing Renar’s face, like he was one second away from punching Caelum in his half-naked chest. Thankfully, he was wearing pants.

"Ah... so she’s the reason you activated the iris security system in the house?" Callista’s voice was all complaint, aimed at Caelum, but her sly eyes were slicing straight at Lethia.

"So Renar wouldn’t barge in, and instead he forced me home while I was in the middle of my little pleasure party?"

"But looks like I’ve interrupted others’ pleasure too here, so..." She chuckled, "Guess we’re even now."

Lethia refused to meet Callista’s stare—or Renar’s. She zipped her skirt up and glanced around, searching for her shoes.

Caelum smiled, picked up her heels from under the table, then knelt in front of her to place them down.

She fumbled, flustered, slipping into her shoes fast, wondering why the hell he had to kneel like that in front of her. It only made everything worse because now the air was tighter, and Renar’s stare got darker.

"Looks like I’m no longer needed here," Callista huffed, turning toward the exit.

"Just don’t break anything in my house," she smirked knowingly, like she could already imagine the chaos waiting to happen.

But Callista got it wrong.

No chaos came. No fists. No screaming.

Renar just walked over in that chilling silence and grabbed Lethia’s wrist, pulling her out of Caelum’s room without saying a word.

His grip wasn’t tight, but she felt it wrong. Why the hell she felt like a kid being caught red-handed and dragged home by their furious parent?

She tried pulling her hand back, but Renar didn’t let go. He just kept holding her like that, walking her down the stairs and straight toward the door.

The moment they reached the front yard, Lethia came to a sudden stop when her other hand was yanked back.

"Argh..." she yelped, turning around to see who dared stop her.

Caelum, breathless and panting, had grabbed her hand from behind, tugging hard enough to stop her and Renar in their tracks.

Renar turned, his expression unreadable.

"Why are you acting like some brute, dragging someone along like that?" Caelum snapped.

Lethia could feel Renar’s nostrils flare before he answered with one hard punch to Caelum’s face.

The hit made her hand break free from both of them, but now Lethia stood frozen as the two cousins began to brawl, throwing fists straight into each other’s faces.

She should’ve believed what Callista said. In the end, she also shared their blood. Of course, she knew them better.

Lethia shuddered in horror, hearing the sounds of both these handsome fools hitting each other, their bodies clashing, fists landing, rolling on the grass, taking turns dominating one another with brutal blows.

"Can you guys please stop?" Lethia tried to scream to stop them, but they were already too tone-deaf to hear a damn thing.