Just from the spent look on Caelum's face, Lethia's pelvis twitched hard.
There was a flicker of pride blooming in her chest, because even in the middle of groaning a deep growl and spilling his cum all over his hand, Caelum kept his gaze locked on her eyes.
How could she not feel proud?
She, a rejected-wolfless, had the top star Caelum Zelinsky quivering under her gaze.
Lethia glanced up at the ceiling of Caelum's room, where a mural showed a Lycan playing on a swing with a girl in a field of blooming daisies. The girl was smiling, carefree, while the Lycan gave her a gentle push.
'Why the hell do these beasts have warm, tender murals like that on their ceilings?' she thought, remembering the similar mural above the bed in Renar's penthouse.
She shut her eyes and arched her head back, letting herself melt into the lingering pulses inside her core, still dripping with that warm release.
