CHAPTER 133: INSTANT KARMA

Her thighs now rested on his broad shoulders, and she instinctively crossed her legs around his back to ground herself.

Her fingers tangled into his hair, gripping it tight, tugging hard as he alternated between slow, languid licks and sudden fast strokes that hit every nerve-ending dead on.

"Ngghh..." she whimpered, deep in lust, her breath shaky—like a plea for something more than just his tongue.

He tormented her expertly, his tongue knowing just how to push her to the edge, where she would gladly beg. Because it was him.

She would fall apart, because this sweet madness, this unbearable pleasure, came from him.

Every time her clit twitched under his tongue, every time she trembled, Zeran’s cock throbbed in return—hungry, aching.

He’d never felt anything like this, not just from tasting her... but from the way she surrendered at his mercy.

It started as a need to mark her, to protect her from the death curse. But now, as he lapped up every divine drop pouring out of her, he wanted to brand every inch of her skin as his.

Obsession? Maybe.

Possession? Most likely.

Devotion? If the curse broke later... he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her go.

He could feel his pup purring in happiness inside her.

He had whispered to it that he would claim and take its mother once the red moon wedding was done, and by its soft growling, Zeran assumed the pup could wait until the knotting pheromone bonding happened.

But now, the pup begged him for mercy, murmuring that its mother’s body couldn’t handle the sweet torment any longer.

Zeran smirked, lips lazily nibbling at her folds in fond delight.

That stubborn throb that kept twitching against his tongue told him she was close.

She tasted intoxicating. Sweet enough to drown him all night long. And still, he’d never have enough of her.

Teasing her had become his new favourite pastime in his daily monotonous life.

During the commute from his office, he found himself wondering what sort of whimpers she might let out each night.

What shy, flustered expressions she’d wear every time he flirted too hard.

Those little things kept him smiling like a devil every time he stepped into the mansion, a place that had felt empty ever since his mother died.

The beast inside him growled with feral starvation.

If he didn’t stop soon, he wouldn’t be able to restrain it. He had to stop. For the sake of the holy red moon plan.

The car had stopped long ago—they were parked in front of the mansion now.

And the way her legs gripped around his back, the way her thighs trembled more violently with each second... he knew she was teetering on the edge.

Then, so he thought, ’Let’s tease her more.’

Just as Lethia’s fingers clenched tighter in his hair, Zeran abruptly stopped.

He pulled back slowly, deliberately, leaving her throbbing, empty.

Then he kissed her folds like a soft goodbye—gentle, cruel, and full of unresolved tension.

Lethia’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide in frustration, like someone had yanked her out of a beautiful dream far too soon.

Her gaze locked onto Zeran, who was already starting to disentangle her legs.

"I’ll stop for now," he murmured.

His tongue slid over his glistening lips, slow and deliberate. He leaned up and kissed her, soft, yet firm, just enough for her to taste the lingering sweetness of herself on his tongue.

’Oh Goddess, why the fuck did his tongue taste even sweeter? Stop? He means stop using his mouth, right? Not stopping at all. Will he put it in now?’ Her mind reeled with anticipation.

Just when she thought he would finally finish what he started, because his hand was still caressing her thigh, he pulled her gown down instead and gently closed her legs, all while his lips kept tormenting hers.

The discomfort in Lethia’s flinch made him pull back, the bastard still wearing that smug grin.

"Save it for later, Firefox. That’s for looking at another man with those divine eyes of yours," he muttered, nudging her nose with his own like a teasing bastard.

Then he stepped out of the car, leaving Lethia drenched in ache and stranded in the hollow mess of her unfinished desire.

End of Flashback.

Zeran let out a guttural growl, panting hard as he stared down at the pile of tissues crumpled in the trash bin before him.

He wiped off the last of his release and glanced down, watching as his little brother finally, at ease.

Maybe it was instant karma for teasing Lethia like that.

He’d practically leapt out of the car earlier, barely managing to keep it together with that raging hardness straining against his pants; he had to let it out. The ache was almost unbearable.

His self-control had gone to shit ever since Lethia started living here. He even had to take unbonding pills with a triple dose every single night just to keep himself in check whenever he had to cuddle or bond pheromone with her.

After a long, cold shower, Zeran headed straight to Lethia’s room. He knocked, but there was no answer.

When he opened the unlocked door, he saw her already asleep, blanket and pillows scattered in chaos around her.

As he reached over to fix her blanket, a warm scent of sweet honey brushed against his nose, making him smile.

The lingering scent of her arousal still clung to the air, thick and heavy, even though their pup inside her seemed to be calm when he checked it gently with the palm of his hand.

Judging from the way she frowned in her sleep, she had clearly gone to bed in a bad mood, most likely at him.

And honestly, it was probably for the best if he didn’t sleep beside her tonight.

Just as he closed the door behind him, slowly, his phone buzzed from his pajama pocket.

Zeran’s brows drew together the moment he saw the caller ID, and his gut was churning with caution as he picked it up.