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“‘Are you cold, my sweet Eleanor?’ Wolfe asked even if he knew the answer to that question. He was stalling. He knew that, but couldn’t help himself. Eleanor, however, had decided stalling wasn’t what was going to happen tonight, and so instead of answering, she untied the knot at the front of her pale-blue dress and let it pool at her feet. She was wearing nothing under that dress, and the moonlight was shining on her skin. Wolfe gulped and stood rooted to the spot. What was she doing? His brain short-circuited, and his eyes wanted to roam over her body, but he forced them to stay on her face. They needed to talk first. He couldn’t let her be so bold with the full moon being so close.’”

Louis pauses and looks at me. I imagine the look is close to what Wolfe’s would be if he let himself cast his eyes on Eleanor’s body.

Hungry.

But there’s also something in his eyes that’s purely “Louis”—a playfulness mixed with cockiness.

The bastard knows exactly what he is doing.

“‘My sweet Eleanor, you can’t disrobe like this,’ Wolfe said, his voice shaking from unrestrained lust.

‘Why is that?’ Eleanor asked as she let her hands wander from her sides to her breasts, teasing, toying, and pinching the already hard little peaks Wolfe had salivated over when they were visible through her dress. This time he couldn’t control his eyes, and he felt himself grow hard. But when one of her hands traveled south, he knew he had to stop her before anything happened or he would lose his mind.

‘We need to talk first,’ he said, and Eleanor could hear pain in his voice.

‘You don’t want me?’ she asked in a voice that was supposed to sound hurt, but her eyes had zeroed in on his hardened cock when her hands had started to move over her body, and she knew that him not wanting her was the furthest thing from the truth.

‘I’m not like the men you’ve known before,’ Wolfe said in a rough voice. Maybe it was because of the tension in the room or because the moon was taunting him. He didn’t know.

‘I know,’ Eleanor said. ‘You’re much bigger than anyone I’ve known.’”

There’s a very distinctive cocky tone to that last sentence in Louis's voice, and I can’t help but double-check if that little tidbit exists in the book. It does.

That doesn’t change the amusement in Louis's voice, and now my brain attaches itself to the thought. I want to know if Louis is big too, and if that is why he keeps acting so cocky.

“‘No, sweet Eleanor. I’m something completely different,’ Wolfe said, and his voice almost sounded like a growl. It was supposed to scare her, but instead, Eleanor took two steps in his direction, and grabbed his left hand before bringing it to her breast. She squeezed his hand inside of hers and around her breast, and Wolfe felt blood flow to his groin.

‘I don’t care. I’ll take all of you,’ Eleanor answered before taking his other hand and bringing it where her hand had been going before he’d stopped her earlier. She made him fold his fingers and dipped two of them inside her core. She was soaking wet, and Wolfe congratulated himself when he didn’t replace his finger with his cock and started pumping inside of her immediately.

‘Even if all of me means my cock will be different?’ Wolfe asked.

‘I know what werewolf cock looks like, my love,’ Eleanor said, and Wolfe couldn’t hide his surprise at the fact that she had understood what he was. ‘So yes, all of you.’

Wolfe released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, and added a third finger inside of her before pushing on her shoulder, and making her walk in the direction of the bed. When he realized this wasn’t going fast enough to his taste, he removed his fingers from her sweet little pussy, and threw her over his shoulder before dropping her unceremoniously on the bed. She ended up sprawled across the mattress, arms and legs opened like an offering from the moon goddess.’”

“Should I keep going?” Louis asks, and I can hear the way his voice has turned slightly rougher, even with the sound of my heart beating wildly in my ears. I think my breathing has turned shallow too, but I can’t be sure because my mind has turned to mush, and all I can think about is the fact that I want Louis to turn into Wolfe and throw me on my desk to ravage me.

I know. This is bad behavior. He’s my student. I’m his teacher.

But right in this instant, my mind refuses to take that information into account, and all I can think about is the fact that I’m fucking wet because of him, and he’s not even touching me.

I could lie to myself and say that I’m wet because of the story, but I’m better than that, and I know the only reason my panties are currently drenched is because he’s the one telling the story.

Or more exactly, I know they’re completely soaked because as he keeps reading, all I can do is imagine myself as Eleanor, and him as Wolfe.

“Yes,” I hear myself answer him. I don’t think. I just answer, and I know by doing that, I’m signing my downfall.

“‘Wolfe tore his shirt open and threw it away before doing the same with his pants. Eleanor lifted her head from the bed and gave him an appraising look. She hadn’t lied when she had said that he was much bigger than what she had known so far, but she wasn’t scared. She knew he would fit. They were made for each other. She moved her right hand to her pussy, pushed a couple fingers inside of herself, and used her juices to rub her little nub. That seemed to send Wolfe into a frenzy, and he dropped between her legs and replaced her fingers with his mouth before spearing three fingers inside of her again. He pumped and pumped, and added a fourth, and she exploded against his tongue. He didn’t stop, though. He made her come twice more, and only then did he brace his hands at her hips and replace his fingers with his cock. And oh God, did he feel good inside of her, but also insanely big. Wolfe could barely think when he sank inside of her. He had already been so close when she hit that third orgasm, but he couldn’t stop. She thought he was big, and he could feel how tight she was around him. It was going to get tighter very soon. In the same way he had been doing with his fingers, he started pumping with his cock, bolstered by Eleanor screaming his name. And then, his pleasure hit him, and in a roar that was akin to a howl, he came. That’s when his knot swelled slowly, and Eleanor came again, squeezing his knot inside of her.’”

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Louis

Constance has stopped breathing altogether.

Her heart, though, is the wildest I’ve ever heard.

And her scent is the strongest I’ve ever smelled. It permeates the entire room, and I know any shifter used to hunting prey will smell it from hundreds of meters away.