Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 169: Good Girl

Lethia wiped her lips with her fingers, slipping her thumb into her mouth deliberately, teasing Zeran on purpose.

Seeing his cock still so hard, the veins bulging even thicker, she knew he was right on the edge.

Such a devil she was, tormenting him like that. But oh, she was proud—proud to make Zeran squirm for her.

The coldest, cockiest, most infuriating man, brought to this kind of vulnerable state by her power. She savored every second of it.

"What did you say?" Zeran asked, irritation flickering in his voice. That only deepened Lethia’s smirk.

"You did it to me. What did you say back then? Ah... punishment? Then take this as your punishment for lying to me."

Her chest swelled with delight as she watched his glare sharpen, his fury burning in those eyes.

And gods, maybe she was insane, because that very look only turned her on more. Was she truly a sadist? She should have been afraid, but her frantic pulse throbbed with nothing but thrill.

She tugged the corner of her lips playfully, reaching for her shirt lying on the soft-carpeted jet floor.

But just as she tried to stand, Zeran was already on his feet, stepping into the aisle. His position blocked her, keeping her trapped in his row.

Still kneeling before him, she looked up, catching the shadow darkening his blue eyes as he stared down at her with that beautiful smirk.

His magnificent cock was still hard, throbbing, standing tall right at her face.

Lethia’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She didn’t know why her body burned hotter at this dominance over her.

She bit her lower lip in defiance, trying to suppress the throb between her legs.

Her body felt so weird. It was the strangest feeling because she liked it this way.

Why the hell would an alpha like her crave being submissive to his? Was it because of her pup?

Zeran stepped forward until the tip of his cock was just an inch from her lips. Then he bent down slightly, gripping Lethia’s jaw with one hand, forcing her mouth open.

"Punishment? Well, fine. But you already got your redemption earlier with my fingers. So I should claim mine, don’t you think? Play fair, firefox. Now, take it."

The way he said it made Lethia’s mind go blank.

That sultry, low growl of his voice, the raw masculine scent thick around him, too intoxicating, too overwhelming, until her body purred in helpless submission.

Every throb, every drop of liquid dripping from that veiny shaft before her, jolts straight to her core. Fuck. Why was she turned on again?

She savored this half-forceful dominance from him.

In her desire, she knew he wouldn’t let her go before she took that throbbing cock into her mouth. And gods, she didn’t want him to let her go.

The loosening grip of his hand on her cheek made her blink in panic, fearing he wouldn’t force her. But she wanted him to. She wanted him to push her.

"Guide me," Lethia pleaded softly. She tried to soften her gaze, to beg him without words.

"I’ll take it. You guide. Please..."

Her eyes locked with his as she tilted her face up.

Her lips brushed the leaking tip before she slid the head into her mouth, still holding that pleading look to catch his reaction.

The air thickened, as if both of them were caught off guard by just how soft and submissive Lethia had become.

Zeran smirked. His hand glided from her jaw to her ear, gathering all her hair into one tight, full fist.

"Fine. The wish granted."

And with that, Zeran began to move his hips.

He matched the rhythm of his thrusts with the push and pull of Lethia’s head.

She gagged, but this time she adjusted, taking him better.

That pleading gaze of hers, with his cock buried deep in her warm mouth, only drove Zeran to thrust faster.

He shifted his pace, careful enough so she could relax her throat muscles, and it looked like she finally found the balance, because now she could take more of him than before.

His eyes fluttered shut. This was ‌literal heaven in the sky. He felt his emotions slipping out of control by how his growl rumbled with every thrust, yet he wasn’t furious. It was more like he embraced this shift in his heart.

"Touch yourself. I’ll take care of mine, you take care of yours down there. Now."

His command made her pussy ache uncontrollably.

Without thinking, one hand gripped her breast while the other slipped between her thighs. She found her pulse and circled her fingers in one steady motion.

Zeran’s thrusts weren’t reckless, and that made it easier for Lethia to relax and open her throat. Her jaw tightened, her mouth felt full, and so did her heart. It was her first attempt at giving a blowjob, and she was grateful that it was Zeran who gave her this experience.

The push and pull, the focus of his meaty cock glided slickly, sending adrenaline rushing through her veins.

Her pride rippled through her chest because she could now take nearly the full length of his shaft. Oh God, if this were a dream, please let her sleep a little longer.

The guttural growls spilling from his chest made her circle harder on her clit. It pushed her to the edge.

He thrust faster.

She pressed harder.

Her back arched as every pulse drove heat straight to her core.

Her walls clenched tight, spilling warm slickness over her fingers with each wave that hit her from inside.

And then, with one final thrust, something hot, thick, salty-sweet with a bitter edge spilled deep into her mouth.

She gulped it down fast, but there was so much that it almost choked her, a low cough escaping her throat.

Thankfully, Zeran pulled out with a deep growl rumbling through his chest, and the rest spilled across her heaving chest. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Both of them panted harder as Zeran dropped to his knees in front of her.

He cupped her chin and kissed her. Deep.

Lethia melted into the soft comfort.

He didn’t shove his tongue; it was a slow, deep, sucking kiss with gentle nibbles at her lips.

They held each other so tightly, as if Lethia wanted her body to memorize every inch of Zeran’s warmth, to drown in the remnant ecstasy of their orgasm.

When he finally broke the kiss, he wiped her lips and chin with his thumb.

"You look a mess," he teased.

"That’s my middle name." She smiled. He smiled too. Blissful.

Then something jolted her back. She hurried to grab her shirt, darting a glance toward Chasey, still fast asleep in her seat.

"Do you think she...?" Her anxious look landed on Zeran, who only smirked and shrugged.

Lethia shook her head quickly, reassuring herself—no way Chasey had woken up, right?

But even if she knew, so what? Whatever had happened had already happened.

Lethia giggled to herself while wearing her shirt. Never once did she imagine would end up doing foreplay sex in semi-public transport.

Her mind ran wilder as different places flashed through her thoughts.

After freshening up in the bathroom, she tried to go back to her own seat, but Zeran’s grip stopped her. She turned, frowning.

"We’ll arrive in two hours. No more playing! Let me sleep, okay?" she yelped, narrowing her eyes in suspicion of what Zeran might try next.

He chuckled. "I know. But... here." He patted the empty seat beside him. "Sleep here. I bet you’ll fall asleep faster and deeper with cuddling me."

Lethia flinched shyly because the butterflies in her stomach danced in delight.

But she straightened into her alpha self again to maintain her composure, clearing her throat before sitting beside him.

"Fine, if you insist. It’s good for the pup anyway."

With a sly grin, Zeran pressed the button on his armrest, sliding it back to erase the barrier between them.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her head against his chest.

"Now sleep."

"Hm, I’ll try..."

"Good girl."