Lethia was deep in her darkest—most sinful, no-way-out—phase of life. She clung to her survival instinct instead of whatever was left of her fragile feelings.
She needed to get rid of the fox soon. Even if that damned fox had promised her so kind of power—whatever the hell that ant—she didn’t give a shit.
The more questions she asked, the more ti that bitch would steal from her. And she didn’t have the damn luxury to waste ti now.
So whatever she was doing now was just to get her to that bitchy fox’s endga faster. No detours.
Even though, of course, she did feel bad for Renar and Caelum, because she was going to ss with their feelings too.
But what choice did she have? What the hell else could she do but keep going?
Caelum’s arms wrapped around her waist with fierce possession, pulling her in so tightly she gasped, as if the crash knocked the air clean from her lungs.
"You... you’re hiding sothing, aren’t you? You’re playing with —no, with us." His eyes searched hers, piercing deep like he already knew the truth.
It made Lethia wonder if she should just tell him the truth—that she was being possessed by a damned fox spirit.
But in that mont, sothing slamd into her mind like a violent wave.
If Renar and Caelum believed she was truly possessed... would they still stay with her? Still be a part of this twisted mission?
A mission where she had to extract their real, genuine feelings—make them love her, completely, wholeheartedly—only for her to use it for her own gain.
However, she needed to make it work sohow... and tell them. Soon.
"What could a powerless, wolfless woman like possibly do to play around with a beast like you? Didn’t you want ?"
Her hand slid down over Caelum’s broad chest.
Her fingers traced a slow, teasing line along his solid chest, from the dip of his V-neck, following every sculpted ridge like she was reading him in braille.
She could feel his breathing pick up, each inhale rising faster, deeper—his chest twitching beneath her touch as her fingers moved up and down, up and down.
Their eyes stayed locked—like a battle of wills—waiting to see who would surrender first.
She could feel Caelum’s grip on her waist tighten, sending a tickling sensation dancing along her spine and raising goosebumps all over her skin.
But that wasn’t the only thing rising.
She could feel the bulge pressing against her stomach, and it felt like it was ready to rise, too.
Caelum stopped Lethia’s naughty hand on his chest by catching it in his grasp.
"I think my cute and sweet behaviour made you misunderstand , my naughty queen," he murmured, pulling her soft hand to his greedy lips and leaving kisses across her knuckles.
The soft press of his lips against the back of her hand made Lethia’s gaze flicker.
That tenderness struck her chest like a drumbeat, then dropped straight down, pulsing at her very core.
"Misunderstand?" Her corrupted gaze demanded an answer from his hazy, heated eyes.
She could see it, he was barely hanging on. His gaze kept flickering to her lips, unable to hide the strain.
"Among the Tuffin Young Masters," he said with a deep, restrained breath, "I’ve got the best ability to hold back my urges... even with your scent is this damn tempting."
His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him, close enough for her to feel the hard bulge straining behind his trousers.
"But once I set my mind to sothing..." He leaned in, his voice darker now.
"There’s no way I’d let you out of here until morning. I warned you, didn’t I?"
"I won’t kiss you unless you ask for it. And this..."
His grip on her wrist tightened as he lifted it toward his lips, hovering it there.
A warm breath escaped him, slow and intentional, washing over her skin like a silent promise.
"Your naughty fingers have invited , haven’t it?"
Caelum’s voice was a breath against Lethia’s palm, low and teasing, almost a whisper. His warm breath kept washing over her skin, making her hand tremble in his grasp.
Lethia wondered... should she go all the way with Caelum tonight? The stage needed for the bead fox to finally rge into Caelum’s body depended on his feelings—when he liked her, when he wanted to protect her, and when he knotted inside her.
What if she could get all that tonight?
Then this night could simply be dismissed as just another one-night stand. Nothing more.
Caelum always said he liked her, so that first step? Practically checked.
And by the way he’d saved her scarf, kept it for years like a damn treasure—he might just be the type to throw himself in front of a blade for her.
Then, judging by how hard the bulge rubbed against her stomach right now... the third step wouldn’t be a problem either.
So, Lethia’s assumption led to one interesting truth—Caelum had deeply fallen for her. And in her mind, she could simply take the first step.
A kiss.
Get that confession from his lips... and let the rest fall into place on its own.
’Whisney... Are you ready?’
["Of course! I’d go for it even without being told."]
"If I say no, will you believe it?" Lethia bit the inside of her tongue, trying not to let her nervousness show.
Caelum smirked, eyes molten, and kissed the back of her hand with reverence before he answered,
"I’m a man of my words, my obscene queen."
She had lost count of how many tis Caelum had called her queen. And when she heard that last remark, she should’ve been angry—but she wasn’t.
There was a spark of indecency when she heard Caelum teasingly call her that.
That smirk.
That damn tease in his gaze.
It sent the demon guarding her last bit of restraint—right between her thighs—into a frenzy, pounding hard like it wanted out.
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