Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 180: What If The Pup Hears?
Lethia gasped as the water poured over her.
She was already naked, but behind her lashes, she could see Zeran’s hungry gaze undressing her all over.
Her body grew warmer as his big, firm palms caressed her stomach bump. She wanted to protest, but the shower rain streaming over her face silenced her.
Her fluttering lashes settled when Zeran turned the water down, she could open her eyes clearly and meet his hypnotic blue gaze.
"You!" she yelped. "Why do you keep leading me on, but never give in? Do you know how much it tortures me? I keep—"
Her words caught in her throat, unable to tell that she wanted him to claim her already. Was her pride interfering?
Zeran smiled softly. His hands now gripped her wrists gently, freeing her breasts from their hold.
She didn’t know why she let him guide her arms to fall to her sides. Lately, it was like she wasn’t herself.
She still stared at him sharply, aware of how his gaze devoured her peaks.
The lust gaze that screamed claim, but the clench in his jaw betrayed his restraint.
Then she intentionally heaved her chest raggedly, every drop of water from the shower making her nipples harden further.
Yes. She wanted him to see how cruel his presence was to her body, to her desire.
She bit her lower lip hard, holding back a single gasp or moan as Zeran’s fingers traced the sides of her breasts with gentle precision.
"Because I keep losing my mind around you." Zeran stepped closer, and Lethia felt his hard shaft pressing against the underside of her stomach.
She couldn’t see it past her bump, but with its head nudging against her pubic, she knew she wasn’t the only one tortured.
"Then, should we—"
"We should tie the knot under the red moonlight, the day after the next full moon. Four days from now. Just wait a little longer, hm?"
Lethia blinked, startled, as his hand caressed her cheek. Zeran’s eyes softened, waiting for her answer.
Her frantic heartbeat drummed wildly. Was he... proposing?
"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own proposal? You said you would marry me." His grin turned smug. "Your time to prepare a wedding dress is running short, though."
Like wearing a mud mask, her face stiffened. She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head, as if she could hide from existence itself.
Right. The message she had sent. How could she forget? ’What an embarrassment.’
But then, she snapped her head up, brows pulled tight in anger, glaring at Zeran.
Her fists clenched, and she started pounding his chest, muscles jerking under the force.
The more she hit, the more he smiled. She struck harder, wanting to hurt him, to make him feel it.
"How could you answer my message like this? In the bathroom? In this state? You—"
Her words cut off when Zeran seized her nape and crashed his mouth against hers.
He drank the air straight from her lungs.
Lethia choked, jaw moving involuntarily. But before her eyes fluttered shut, he broke the kiss.
"You would be the death of me. What should I do with you?" His words brushed her lips in a ragged growl.
Then he kissed her again. His fingers tangled deep in her hair, making Lethia arch her head back.
"Ehnnh..." The moan slipped out without her consent.
Lethia didn’t understand what Zeran meant with his words. The moment she closed her eyes, she forgot them entirely.
She only let herself feel. To feel every exchange of intoxicating nibbles between their mouths.
To feel their flesh melting together in the wet.
She had long stopped questioning why she felt this way around him. It was a question she didn’t want an answer to. Not because she was afraid of the truth, but...
Did she trust him?
She hoped so.
Since her father’s death, she had buried her trust deep in the lake where she scattered his ashes. She was the only one left to protect herself.
When she was rejected, her pregnancy haunted her—haunted her with the fear that her child would one day seek out his father.
She used to think perhaps the Moon Goddess despised her with all her misfortune.
But Tuffin men’s presence made her believe, if only faintly, that maybe the goddess wasn’t entirely cruel.
Her arms clung around his neck when their swollen lips finally broke apart.
Lethia looked up to meet his gaze.
"Without thinking about the pup, do you... want me?" She bit back her pride and asked with hesitation.
Zeran’s knuckles trailed her jaw, then her chin. He smiled.
"It’s true your scent intoxicates me. It sends a jolt straight down, makes the monster there restless. But... you’re not even in heat. The pup has always been calm since we first met at Callista’s office. So tell me... what made me like this? What made Zeran Tuffin dive and get his arm pricked by a sea urchin? You tell me!"
His fingertip lifted her chin.
Lethia stared into his darkening, deep-blue eyes sharply, as if peeking through his soul could somehow tell her the answer.
But the deeper she dived, the darker it became.
Even though she knew what his body wanted, she still couldn’t read Zeran Tuffin.
Lethia smiled slyly. "I don’t know... maybe you’re just a pervert?" she teased, her fingers tracing across his broad chest.
He smirked. "Is that so? But you want this pervert’s cock inside you, don’t you?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushing hot.
"Don’t say something like that!" she yelped.
Zeran’s fingers trailed down the line of her neck, slipping into the hollow between her breasts.
"You don’t like it? Then why did this react and stiffen?"
His thumb circled her sensitive nipple, pressing it like a button that drew out Lethia’s muffled moan.
"Ngghh... Zer—"
Her hand reflexively tried to stop his lewd fingers, but his other hand caught her faster.
With just one grip, he bound both her wrists and lifted them above her head. Her body writhed, ticklish and overwhelmed.
"Look at you, shivering with need under this pervert’s touch. You enjoy it?"
The circling motion turned into a soft pinch.
"Aaahh... Zeran! Shut up! What if... what if the pup hears?"
His grin widened. "Don’t worry. This pervert’s bonding will make him sleep soundly."
