Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 167: Three Fingers

Lethia pressed her lips hard against Zeran’s.

With her eyes closed, she smiled slyly as he shoved his tongue into her mouth.

She could feel that his body wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She pulled his head closer while he tightened his arms around her waist.

Zeran’s fingers traced up and down her back with a skilled intensity that made her squirm. She let out a small moan when his lips moved to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

When he sucked deeply at the curve of her neck, Lethia reflexively covered her mouth with her hand, afraid someone might hear.

"Zeh...ran... don’t be so hard. What if someone hears? Aahh..."

Zeran pulled back and smirked. "You started this, firefox... the blame’s on you. And... who cares if someone hears? It’s already on their minds, anyway."

Grinning with pure wicked desire, he returned to ravage her neck.

With a strong pull, his hand tore through her shirt, popping several buttons. She gasped as his tongue skillfully licked every inch of her chest.

Every wet bite of his on her skin made Lethia pull his head deeper, as if she wanted every sting to sink into her, vibrating through her core until it clenched.

At this point, even if Derreck suddenly entered the cabin or Chasey woke up and saw them, Lethia knew she wouldn’t stop. No, she could not.

"Mmhhmm..." Lethia bit down on her lower lip the moment Zeran pulled down her bra, and his lips found her bud.

Her body writhed, arching her head as Zeran’s tongue flicked hard around her hardened nipple. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His other thumb wouldn’t leave the other lonely one. He pressed it hard, loosened, pressed again, and pinched it like it was his play button. And it really played her.

It sent jolts through her core, drenching her damp underwear.

Lethia kept squirming, but one of his hands anchored her tight on his lap.

She craved something inside her warm folds, but their sideways position only let her clench her thighs to ease the ache. Fuck. She remembered how Zeran had left her unfinished in the car and feared he might do it again here in the jet cabin.

Lethia pushed him. The slurp sounded sharp, followed by a sting as Zeran’s lips pulled her nipple hard, then released it, in reluctant obedience.

"Arrghh... sshh..." She felt the throbbing in her nipple, it painfully sensitive.

Her eyes caught his calm yet sultry gaze, which only irritated her further.

Why was he still so confident in this state? Sure, the pheromone bonding made her understand her own neediness, but wasn’t his need just as strong?

Lethia wanted to see Zeran squirm under her touch, wanted this strong-headed man to submit to her embrace, pleading that he needed her as desperately as she needed him.

"Do you like seeing me squirm under your touch?" she asked.

He smirked. "Are you that needy? Hadn’t you told me I’m at your mercy?"

"Fine. I’ll be merciless."

Lethia swung one leg over and straddled his lap, her back facing his face.

She wanted to look at him, but with her lower belly already bigger, this position felt more comfortable.

She adjusted herself, feeling the bulge of Zeran pressing against her. She smirked. His cock was more honest than his composed facade.

Slowly, she rocked her hips and arched her back.

Her eyes glanced down and saw Zeran gripping the armrest tighter.

From the way his bulge kept hardening between her thighs, Lethia knew his cockiness had already lost to his own desire.

Warm breaths brushed her nape. His low grunts made her bite her lower lip, greedy for his touch.

"This grip shouldn’t be here," she murmured.

Lethia grabbed Zeran’s palm, placing his left hand on her breast.

He responded instantly, squeezing it tightly as if it knew its own task.

She guided his right hand to caress her thigh, deeper under her skirt until it pressed against her core. The soft pressure made her gasp, shamelessly depraved.

"You like it, firefox? Thrilling doing this in public like this?" Zeran whispered, leaning close as he twisted her nipple roughly.

"Ngghh... Don’t be cocky. You like it too, don’t you?" She pressed her bottom harder, catching a faint groan from him.

He pulled her closer, his fondling wilder, slipping his fingers into her underwear.

It was like he would pushed every button, making Lethia’s hips move filthier, and her body gladly obeyed.

"Lean on me," his sultry voice coaxed her.

She leaned back, smiling with glee because Zeran seemed to know her back was sore. Her growing belly made her back ache easily these days.

Zeran kissed her neck and nape fiercely, his fingers pinching and teasing her nipples while simultaneously dipping softly into her core.

Lethia was lost in lust, unable to form a single coherent thought, her mind a haze of heat.

Her pelvis clenched as his bulge shifted beneath her, struggling against its confinement.

Just as Zeran tried to pull his hand free, Lethia pressed it harder, forcing it to stay. No way would she let go before she came in full pleasure.

"You kidnapped my fingers now, hm?"

"No. They just found where they belong," she replied.

With whispered moans, Lethia kept guiding Zeran’s fingers inside her.

One finger. Two. Then three.

She pressed all the right places, moving them just as she pleased.

Every thrust made her squirm, grinding against his bulge. Would he come too? No, Lethia had other plans for Zeran’s little brother.

Her blood rushed. Adrenaline surged. When she pushed his three fingers deeper, the throbbing became unbearable.

"Zeh... Ah... No... Zeh..."

Her thighs trembled, toes curling, and then it hit her.

She gasped silently as her body shook in heat-crazed pleasure.

Her chest heaved.

She lost the strength to keep Zeran’s fingers inside.

She came hard, drenched, trembling.

"Are you satisfied now? You finished this time," he said, fidgeting his slick, sticky fingers in front of her.

"I am. Now... it’s your turn."