Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Is It Really A Succubus?

And Addison, she hadn’t said a word since lowering her head. Her silence stung like a blade. Her shoulders trembled, as though she’d been deeply wronged, refusing to even look at them. That sight alone twisted their hearts with guilt and helplessness.

Yet despite the emotional turmoil, Zion’s body betrayed him. His cock remained painfully hard, pressed just against the entrance of Addison’s pussy, as if begging to be let in, as if it had a will of its own, tempting him to surrender to instinct.

He was barely holding himself back, gripping Addison’s hips to stop her from moving, stop her from plunging down onto him. He was just one thrust away from bliss… but also one thrust away from judgment.

One move could mean getting her back.

One move could mean her hating him forever.

Then, as if silently choosing to stand by Zion, Maxwell and Levi moved closer. Even without turning his head, Zion could feel their presence, and he didn’t need to look to know they were both at their breaking point.

Their cocks were just as painfully hard, their breaths ragged and shallow, and the veins along their arms and necks bulged as they strained to keep their instincts in check. Their bodies were on the edge of betraying them, wanting to act before their minds could stop them.

“Zion…” Maxwell’s voice was hoarse, low, yet laced with unspoken desperation. It wasn’t a demand, it was a plea, a question wrapped in surrender. ’What should we do?’ That was what he was really asking. Without even realizing it, Maxwell was deferring to Zion, placing his trust in him when it came to Addison.

And maybe, deep down, he understood why.

Zion had always seen himself as the sinner, the prodigal son who’d strayed too far, made too many wrong turns, and was now clawing his way back toward redemption. And because of that, he knew that Zion would never want to hurt Addison again.

And here he was, clinging to the last shreds of rationality as if his life depended on it. Because maybe it did. He could give in with a single thrust. That would be all it took to satisfy the aching hunger surging through him.

But he didn’t.

And the others, watching him, began to believe they could hold on too.

While the three men hesitated, desperately trying to think of a way out, Addison felt like her body was on fire, burning from the inside out. Her skin was too hot, her breaths too shallow.

It was unbearable. But what made it worse was that she wasn’t entirely unconscious. She could hear them. She could feel everything. Every lingering touch, every breath against her skin, every unspoken word, it all reached her, stirred something deep within her.

And damn it all, no matter how much she told herself she hated Zion, but her body betrayed her. His kiss, his touch… it made her melt. Her mind screamed in denial, but her body clung to him, eager, craving more. It was maddening.

Yet it wasn’t just her desire; it felt like something else was inside her. Another presence. Faint but undeniably there. Not hostile… but needy.

Whining.

Begging.

It didn’t speak in words, but she could feel it pulsing inside her, echoing in her instincts, making her want what it wanted. And the worst part? A part of her wanted it too.

But more than anything, her body began to move before her mind could catch up. Words spilled from her lips, words she never meant to say, and that was when she finally realized it. Something else… another presence… had started to take control of her body.

When had it begun? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it started after she shifted into her wolf form. Maybe even earlier than that. But back then, she still had enough strength to resist it. Now, drained and drowsy, with exhaustion weighing her down, the presence had slipped past her weakening guard and taken over.

And the worst part? It had nearly succeeded in seducing Levi until her two other mates intervened.

The moment the haze cleared just enough for her to grasp what almost happened, shame hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire face flushed with humiliation, and all she wanted to do was bury herself in the ground like an ostrich and disappear from their sight.

But even more overpowering than her shame was the ache consuming her body. Every nerve screamed with need—hot, desperate, and relentless. The presence within her, sensing her surrender, began to loosen its grip, slowly handing back control.

Yet by now, she couldn’t back out. Her pussy throbbed painfully, pulsing with raw hunger, and her entire body burned with the unbearable desire to be touched… to be fucked until she couldn’t stand, until her legs gave out beneath her.

It was making her insane.

Driven by the fever in her blood, she began to squirm beneath Zion’s hold, rubbing her slick pussy against the swollen head of his cock in slow, agonizing circles. She was chasing relief, any relief, clinging to the hope that friction alone might cool the fire clawing at her from the inside out.

“I… please, help me,” Addison croaked, her voice barely more than a whisper, but raw with desperation. “Fuck me.”

She met Zion’s gaze, her eyes pleading, shimmering with vulnerability and need. And as if something inside him answered her call, Zion’s eyes glinted gold, Shura rising to the surface, his primal hunger igniting as he stared down at her like a beast finally unleashed.

“Are you sure about this?” Zion asked, his voice low and strained.

Because deep down, he knew, he felt it. The woman in front of him wasn’t just anyone… she was Addison. He couldn’t explain how, but every fiber of his being, every beat of his heart, and bone-deep instinct screamed it. The way she looked at him now, eyes filled with raw need and silent plea, confirmed it more than words ever could.

And that certainty only strengthened his earlier suspicion: that a demon had possessed her body. If left unfed, Addison might suffer… or worse.

He continued staring into her eyes, searching, waiting. Then, from within him, Shura rose to the surface, aching to take their mate, yet trembling at the thought of hurting her. He, too, needed to be sure.

Finally, Zion cast a glance at Maxwell and Levi. No words were exchanged, but they understood.

Maxwell and Levi began undressing the moment they caught Zion’s subtle nod—his silent go signal. Then Zion shifted his attention back to Addison, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.

“Do you really want this?” he asked, his tone laced with teasing, though a slight tremor betrayed his tangled emotions—desire, excitement, and maybe even nervousness.

Addison gave a shy nod, her eyes flickering with both need and hesitation. Seeing that, Zion gently loosened his hold on her.

“Then why don’t you help me take off my shirt, hmm?” he murmured, his voice thick with want, eyes burning with hunger as they stayed locked on hers.

To him, this felt like a dream, one he never thought he’d be allowed to touch. Despite the strange and overwhelming circumstances, Addison wasn’t pushing him away. That alone made his heart feel like it would explode. Inside his mind, Shura leapt with joy, thrilled that their mate wasn’t rejecting them.

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