Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 168: A Payback

Zeran let Lethia rise from his lap. Basically, he just let her do whatever she pleased. This was her moment. He should be empathetic enough for the mother of his pup.

He kept doing things that weren’t like him. Even he was surprised by the fact that in the car earlier he had messaged Derreck to make sure Lethia’s friends could join her surprise. Of course, he could do that much for the woman who stole his attention.

"What do you want to do now?" Zeran asked as Lethia stood before him.

Her hands traced softly from his chest down to his stomach, making Zeran clench his jaw tight. He touched and stroked her hips down to her lower belly, feeling his pup purr in delight. He deliberately infused every touch with his pheromone bonding energy.

The way Lethia bit her lower lip made Zeran go wild inwardly. The beast in him wanted to take her, to knot with her, but he had to restrain himself. Just a little longer... until the full red moon.

"I’m in a good mood, so I’ll make you good."

Zeran was slightly taken aback when Lethia suddenly knelt before him.

Just as he expected, she caressed the bulge that refused to calm down.

The teasing gaze and smile she kept giving thrilled his nerves more than ever. He wouldn’t find calm until release came.

He pressed his lips together to bite back his groan as Lethia opened his waistband and zipper.

His hips jerked reflexively to make it easier for her to pull down his trousers.

Then the bulge pressed clearly against his boxers.

Lethia knew exactly how to tease him, kissing the shaft through the fabric.

He wasn’t sure if a proud she-wolf like her had ever knelt before a man’s cock. Even though she had been married, not many alpha she-wolves would give this special treatment with their sacred mouths.

"Do you know how to do it?" he asked.

"What do you take me for?" With that, Lethia slid down Zeran’s boxers, and instantly the long, thick cock sprang up before her, making her gasp in awe.

"Th–this... this is... a monster. I... I..." Lethia stammered, only making Zeran smirk deeper. She looked up at him. "What are you?"

He chuckled. "Who are you comparing me to? Your ex-husband? Renar? Caelum?"

Zeran felt a prick of discomfort as he saw Lethia’s cheeks flush bright red, leaving his question unanswered. His pride was shattered by how small-minded his thoughts were.

"Don’t worry. You’re the first to make me kneel like this. I’ve wanted to taste this for so long."

Her statement ended with Lethia licking the pre-cum that had leaked from his tip as she squeezed his shaft.

The soft brush of her tongue on his cockhead made him let out a low growl.

"W–wait... what do you mean? Are you inexperienced with this?" he flinched.

"Don’t worry. I’ve learned a lot."

The way her hand stroked him from tip to base, slicked with the leaked liquid, made Zeran’s nostrils flare. He exhaled heavily, teetering on the edge.

Lethia’s silk-soft touch made his thighs tense with anticipation. He gritted his teeth, trying not to moan. Was it lust? But he’d never felt this kind of ripple surge through his body when he had jerked off himself.

Watching Lethia lick his shaft from base to his sensitive balls with a greedy hunger, as if she were savoring an ice cone afraid to melt, sent a boiling surge through his body.

Reflexively, Zeran swept her long, wavy hair aside with one hand so his baby mama wouldn’t be disturbed.

The glisten of her bare shoulders under the dim jet light looked impossibly sexy. His other hand caressed the delicate curve of her shoulders, gentle but possessive.

The sultry focus in her expression, worshipping his cock, drove his mind insane. He closed his eyes, trying to resist fully giving in to his desire.

But he failed. Heavy breaths escaped with a low growl as Lethia took him into her mouth.

He opened his eyes, watching the struggle of the mother of his pup as she tried to take him in.

One thrust. Two. Three. Her face flushed as the tip of his cock gagged her.

She pulled back, releasing him, the string of mixed saliva and his own liquid forming a bridge, and she panted hard, coughing low.

Zeran bent down and kissed her deeply, savouring her saucy lips with fervour.

"You don’t have to force yourself. Handling me is not easy." Their eyes locked.

Lethia licked her lips and swallowed.

"Not easy doesn’t mean I can’t. I just want to give back what I get."

Lethia pushed Zeran back to lean again, refocusing on the thick, long, hard, veiny meat before her.

She had learned to be careful not to graze her teeth. She did that well, but the problem was that she couldn’t take it fully into her mouth without gagging. Practicing this was harder than learning it.

Zeran smirked in anticipation as Lethia started again. This time, her movements were smoother, her rhythm steadier and faster.

She stroked the part of his shaft that couldn’t fit into her mouth with her hand.

Every time his tip touched the back of Lethia’s throat, it pushed Zeran closer to release.

Unconsciously, his hand nudged and guided her head along with her tempo.

The slick slurp echoed as she took him deeper, sending a shiver down his spine.

His hands gripped her hair, wanting to guide her faster, but he didn’t want to force it and risk traumatising her.

The pulsing throbs building in his cock made Zeran clench his thighs and ass, ready to let go.

Just as he felt her sucking intensifying, she stopped.

Completely stopped, leaving him hanging on the edge of desire.

No way she could leave him dangling like that.

The plop sounded as she pulled back, looking up at him with a sly smile.

"It’s payback," she said, her gaze full of daring, the kind that should’ve had Zeran on his knees begging.