<h4>Chapter 511: Chapter 511 A Second Of Triumph</h4>


    A soft whimper slipped from Addison’s lips the moment his mouth brushed her skin, the sound trembling and needy, as if silently protesting his restraint, as if begging him to stop teasing and just give in already.


    "But, Levi..." she whimpered, her voice pitiful and thick with need. "I want you now..."


    Her body moved on instinct, her hips pressing forward as she rubbed herself against his crotch, slow and desperate, the damp heat of her pussy grinding against him without any sense of restraint.


    The sensation shot straight through his nerves.


    Her voice alone was dangerously seductive, soft and breathless, vibrating right against what remained of his sanity. No man in his right mind would remain unaffected by that tone, by that pleading, by the way she moved against him like she was seeking relief only he could give.


    Levi’s teeth clenched hard.


    His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as he sucked in a sharp breath, his control wavering under the relentless friction of her movements. The pressure, the warmth, the way she kept grinding against him so openly... it affected him far more than he wanted to admit, his restraint straining thinner with every second she continued to press herself against him.


    "Addie..." Levi growled lowly, his jaw tight as he gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining as he forced his wolf back into submission.


    "Shush..."


    Addison pressed her index finger against his lips, silencing him before he could coax her again. Her breathing was uneven, her eyes hazy, and the thin thread of reason she was clinging to was already fraying at the edges.


    She could feel it.


    That thing inside her was stirring again.


    If she let Levi keep dragging things out, savoring and restraining himself like he always did, the entity lurking within her would lose its patience. It would seize the chance, take advantage of her weakened state, and push her bodypletely out of her control. She was already at her limit; every second of restraint only made the heat inside her burn wilder and more unstable.


    And if it spiraled any further, her pheromones would grow even stronger.


    Stronger to the point that they would spill uncontrobly into the air.


    With so many unmated male werewolves in the camp, that would be a disaster. They would catch her scent. They would be drawn to it. And Levi... even Levi might fall under that influence again, just like before, lured and drained without even realizing how much of his vitality was being siphoned away.


    No.


    She still had a sliver of rity left.


    Which meant she had to act now, feed that restless hunger just enough to calm it before it erupted into something far more dangerous.


    With a sudden burst of effort, Addison shifted her weight and flipped their positions, pushing Levi back as she climbed on top of him. The abrupt movement made his eyes widen in surprise, his hands instinctively tightening at her waist.


    Her hair fell around her flushed face, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of heat and mischief as she looked down at him.


    "Now... I’ll take the lead," Addison said, her voice soft butced with unmistakable seduction.


    The sight alone nearly snapped the fragile control Levi had left.


    Her body pressed over his, warm, restless, and openly needy, her gaze heavy and inviting as if she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. Just that single look — heated, determined, and dripping with restrained desire — was enough to make his breath hitch, his wolf surging violently under his skin as if it was ready to break free at any moment.


    But did Levi, as a man, and a werewolf at that, really look like someone who would willingly hand over control to his mate so easily?


    Addison’s brief triumphsted only for two seconds.


    In the next moment, the world spun as Levi’s hands gripped her waist and flipped their positions in one swift, decisive motion. Her back hit the bed, her head sinking messily into the pillow as her widened eyes shot up to meet him.


    What greeted her was his grin.


    Wide. Dangerous. Brimming with restrained hunger.


    He shifted his weight, separating his body from hers just enough to move, only to slide his knees between her thighs and push them apart into a helpless, open position as he knelt over her. The movement was slow, deliberate, and unmistakably possessive, leaving her exposed beneath him without even needing force.


    Then, without breaking eye contact, his hand moved to his waist.


    The faint sound of his zipper sliding down cut through the thick air.


    He unbuttoned his pants unhurriedly, his gaze locked onto her face the entire time, watching every tiny change in her expression as if savoring it more than anything else.


    And he saw it.


    The shock in her eyes flickered, then melted into something hotter.


    Anticipation.


    Addison’s lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling unevenly as if she couldn’t decide whether to hold her breath or gasp for air. Her body trembled beneath him, heat pooling in her core as her gaze followed his every movement, unable to look away even if she wanted to.


    The atmosphere grew heavier with each passing second.


    The way he took his time, the way he watched her react, the way he positioned her so thoroughly beneath him, it all felt deliberate, like he was silently reiming the control she had tried to snatch away earlier.


    And the worst part?


    Her body responded instinctively.


    Her breathing grew heavier, her thighs tensing slightly around his knees as her eyes darkened with want, the earlier defiance in her gaze slowly dissolving into raw, undisguised desire under the weight of Levi’s overwhelming presence above her.


    For reasons he didn’t want to admit out loud, the sight of Addison like this which looked flushed, breathless, and looking at him with such undisguised need, made Levi’s mood lift in a way he hadn’t expected.


    It wasn’t just desire.


    It was reassurance.


    Among her three mates, no, among the four of them, Addison had mated with Maxwell and Zion far more often. With him, it had only happened once. On the surface, he had acted indifferent about it, calm and nonchnt, never bringing it up or dwelling on it as if it didn’t matter.


    But deep down, a quiet insecurity had always lingered.


    A small, irrational part of him had wondered whether her longing for him was lesser, whether he stood at the edge of her heart while the others upied a deeper ce.


    He had buried that thought well, never letting it show.


    Yet now, seeing herid out beneath him like this, her eyes fixed on him, her breathing uneven, her body reacting so honestly to his presence alone, that buried insecurity began to crumble. The way her gaze followed his every movement, the way her body tensed with anticipation instead of hesitation, the way her desire was directed wholly at him and no one else in this moment...


    It told him everything he needed to know.


    Her longing for him was not inferior.


    Not diluted.


    Not hesitant.


    If anything, it was raw, open, and intensely focused, as if in this moment she wanted no one but him.