Lethia, startled by the abrupt halt of her pleasure, squinted in confusion at the frown shadowing Caelum's face.
Their eyes met—both laced with internal conflict and unspoken questions.
"Why—?" Lethia asked awkwardly. She wanted to ask why he was stopping, but her pride wouldn't let the rest slip out of her mouth.
"You don't know?" Caelum replied, equally confused. "Ah, right. You're wolfless. That's why you can't communicate with your pup. But this isn't even my pup, so why is it growling at me?"
Lethia frowned in annoyance—her pleasure completely disrupted by a question she didn't even understand.
The heat between her thighs was already soaking through, her need pulsing so badly that if Caelum really stopped now, she might just touch herself without shame.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you not feeling anything weird in your lower belly?"
The only fucking thing she felt was her arousal dragging her mercilessly toward the edge. But her face? Still calm. Still collected.
