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“Here you go,” Tanner said, bringing us our coffee. “Sorry about the delay. The blender wasn’t working. So as an apology, I decided to bring them over to you.”

A growl started to swell in my chest at the interruption, but I swallowed it before either of the humans heard it.

“Thanks,” Chris said, giving Tanner a warm smile. Turning toward me, Chris asked, “Are you ready?”

Part of me wanted to say no and demand he finish his thought, but I suppressed it. Chris didn’t owe me anything. I simply needed to wait for him to be ready to tell me. I nodded, and we headed upstairs to find a secluded corner to study in.

“Uuuuuhhh,” Chris groaned, throwing his head back and slouching until he was barely in the chair anymore, halfway under our secluded table in the recesses of the library. “Hamlet is so boring.”

“You’re the one who chose it,” I reminded him, my fingers clacking away at the keys on my laptop.

“I know. I hate it. Why didn’t Hamlet just die in the first act and spare us all boredom? Seriously, he is so whiny and annoying. I’m glad he dies.”

“I’m sure the Crypt Keeper would love that take,” I said with a snort. “So original. ‘I want Hamlet to die in the first act so there’s no play’ is an excellent paper that is sure to give us an A.”

He frowned at me, poking me in the side. “Ass.”

I grinned. “You were the one who chose it. I would’ve gone with one of the comedies.”

He released a loud moan and sagged even further. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how he was still in his chair. I tangled my fingers in his silky hair and began massaging his scalp, bringing a very different type of moan from his lips, which stirred my dick. I swallowed, ignoring it. Now wasn’t the time. While there was no one around us, that didn’t mean I wanted to be sporting a boner in the library.

Like he sensed my arousal, he opened his eyes and gave me a sultry smirk. “You know what would make me feel better?”

“We are supposed to be doing homework,” I muttered, my pulse leaping in my chest.

“We have been. For a while now. I’ve caught up on everything, and we’re making headway on this stupid paper.” Chris straightened, then slowly slid onto my lap, making my mouth go dry as the desert. He pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Just for a little bit.” He snapped my laptop closed before winding his arms around my neck. “No one can see us here.” Kiss. “No one ever comes here.” Kiss. “Just you, me, and the dusty books.”

Did I have the strength to resist him a second time? Nope. I sealed my mouth to my mate’s, and he groaned against me, melting into my embrace. I curled my arms around him, keeping him close, and pressed my lips to his in slow, measured touches. My body vibrated with the need to explore him, to know everything about him, to be as close as possible physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Before I had caught feelings for Chris, he’d already been the most important person in my life. Now, if possible, those feelings had increased, deepened. It was like all that I was yearned for him, craving a closeness I’d never even thought was possible.

Chris flicked his tongue against my lips in permission, and I opened for him instantly, only to growl when his tongue met mine in a sultry dance. My pulse throbbed in my ears, and my dick stiffened in my briefs. I slowly slid my hand up his side, grinning against his mouth when he shivered, until I reached his face. Almost reverently, I rested my thumb on the hinge of his jaw and allowed my fingers to brush against his rapidly pounding pulse in his neck.

“Jaxon,” he breathed.

I squirmed at hearing my name from his lips.

Diving back into my mouth, he plundered me with his tongue. I submitted to him fully, holding him close as I slid my tongue around his in an attempt to get him as deep inside of me as possible. Still, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more.

“Chris, baby, I need you.”

He nodded, not speaking as he trailed his lips over my face. His tongue flicked out to tease my earlobe, and I shuddered at the sensation. Chris groaned. He sucked it into his mouth, then dragged his teeth over it before trailing tonguing kisses up to the point of my ear, when he once again sucked. I bucked under him, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. I needed friction. I needed him. I needed more. I had to have him. Claim. Mine. All mine.

“Chris,” I moaned.

“Mmmmhhh, I think I love you like this, big guy.”

I whimpered. “Please, baby. I need…” My words broke off into a quiet cry when he began to rhythmically suck on the tip of my ear.

“What do you need?” he asked in a husky whisper that made me tremble.

“You.”

“Well, technically you have me.” He chuckled. “I am on your lap.”

I shook my head. It wasn’t enough. “I need you inside of me.”

He took a sharp inhale and ground his hard cock into my stomach. “Yep. I’m good with that.”