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Aura hiked her skirts up, revealing the tops of her pretty thighs before she dropped onto my lap. Her lips were bruising as they claimed mine, her pelvis grinding against my throbbing cock. I bit back a curse as her hips rolled, her breaths coming in shorter pants.
She was more potent than any wolfsbane. “Aura, if you keep moving---”
She rocked with increased fervor. Her head fell back, baring her neck. Oh gods … was she actually close? I lost my own breath, but the next time she tried to rock into me, I placed a hand at the juncture between her thigh and groin, holding her in place. Selfishly, I wanted her to last a little longer. She practically snarled with frustration, her face growing redder.
I wrapped one arm around her lower back, anchoring her as my hand slid to that warm spot between her thighs. I nearly combusted at the feel of her slick on my fingers—a welcomed surprise, but a dangerous one. She didn’t know what her body was doing, I reminded myself. I needed to have control. She didn’t know. She didn’t know. She didn’t know.
“Stop teasing me and—”
“Get up,” I said. Her eyes blew wide, her mouth going slack. I could tell she had to try her hardest not to nod. Her body went tense, as if fighting the desire to give in to the command. “Please,” I added. “You insufferable woman.”
She stood, legs shaking.
“Turn around and pull your skirt up.”
“I don’t have to lis—”
“Dammit, Aura.”
She let out an ugh and hiked up the layers of silk and lace. I pulled her back onto the chair so that she fit right between my thighs. “Lean back against me. That’s right.”
She fit perfectly against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Her shallow breaths and that intoxicating scent threatened to drive me mad. “If you don’t touch me, I’m going to rip your cock off,” she said.
I laughed at the sudden ferocity. “Maybe don’t rip it off,” I said as I cupped the decadent heat between her thighs. “Be nice, Aura.”
“I’m anything but.” Her hips shifted again with need and my thumb sought that sweet spot amid the wetness.
“How’s that?”
Her moan was answer enough. I circled and stroked as she threw an arm back around my neck, her hips moving with a rhythm that had me begging myself not to come in my trousers. I easily slipped a digit inside her, then another. My fingers curled, and she spasmed against me with a fragmented cry on her lips. She was still shaking slightly when my thumb started to circle her swollen clit, my fingers still moving inside her. It wasn’t long before she was coming hard and fast, her walls squeezing around my fingers as another cry fell from her lips. My free hand flew up to muffle her sounds while I kissed and sucked on the side of her neck.
“As much as I want to hear you scream my name,” I mumbled against her skin, “maybe let’s not draw a crowd. Unless you’re into that.”
An annoyed growl vibrated against my hand, and I grinned.
I stroked her once more, and she quivered in my arms, her own hand over her mouth this time. “There you go,” I urged. “Good girl.” I slipped my fingers from inside her and right into my mouth. The taste of her was exquisite.
She craned her neck to look at me, mouth agape and that aroma filling my nostrils again. Everything within me warmed and tensed. As I thought of driving into her, of not stopping until she was knotted and marked and—fuck. My own thoughts were like ice water over my head. “Get up.” She didn’t move. “Aura, get up!” This time I punctuated it with an alpha bark, and she practically flew off my lap.
Her skirts fell back over her thighs as she scowled at me, chest heaving. But her heart rate had calmed, her temperature dropping back to baseline. She looked equally flustered and confused but back to the Aura I was starting to know and understand.
Then, with a deep crease between her brows and a slightly tremulous voice, she asked, “Why the hells do you have an alpha bark?”
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GENUINELY NICE
AURA
The feverish haze parted, and a sickening realization slammed into me. I backed away, revolted by what had just happened in the library. Not even a private space. Just moments ago, I felt frantic, something between hyperaware of everything and unable to control my actions.
I hadn’t just let him touch me. I’d let him bring me to a quaking climax. If his fingers could do that … I groaned and slapped my hand against my forehead a little too hard. Stop it, I told myself.
“Feeling any better?” Sylvan drawled. He leaned back in the chair, a smirk on his face and legs still spread wide.
Oh, and there it was. The impressive bulge straining against his trousers. I’d touched him. I’d wanted him. And now I couldn’t look away.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” said Sylvan.
