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“We can try,” he rasped, eyes locked on my trembling hand gripping my cock. “But it doesn’t matter if you can’t.”

“I think I’ll be able to,” I wheezed, already picturing it. I hadn’t seen Seb’s knot yet, but I knew what werewolf dick looked like. I imagined myself hovering over his lap, slowly working it inside me while he groaned and shuddered beneath me, gripping my hips tight, telling me how well I was doing.

I was going to take his knot. Literally nothing would stop me.

“You’re doing great, Lark,” he murmured, and my heart thudded hard at the praise. “Is there anything you know you don’t want?”

I let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm down enough to think rationally. “Um… I don’t think I’m all that interested in… you know, like, being choked, or… wh-whipped or paddled or something.”

He nodded and gave me a tiny, encouraging smile, before his gaze drifted down my body, pupils expanding in a rush. “What about being spanked?”

Oh golly. My breath hitched, my cock giving a very interested jerk against my palm. I tried to imagine Seb’s big hand making hard, firm contact with my ass. Maybe while he was fucking me, or had me bent over his lap while he stuffed his fingers in my hole—

“I think I want to try it,” I croaked, clutching my cock for dear life. If it got any harder, was it going to fall off? It felt like I could slam it down on this desk and snap the wood in half.

“We can try whatever you want, Larkin,” he purred, that soothing voice so at odds with the stiff way he was holding himself now, like he was fighting not to launch himself across the room.

Launch, dude! Launch yourself at me!

“Keep going,” he added darkly. “What else do you want to do with me?”

“I want to… I want…” I found my gaze locking onto his mouth.

We’d agreed that I didn’t need any help with kissing, so there was no need to practise that, but…

Seb looked like he’d be a good kisser. There was just something about him that told me he would. That he’d take control of the kiss, but gently, not aggressively, and cup my jaw in his big hands, holding my head steady for his tongue to sink inside my mouth. Maybe he’d groan while he did it, because he liked kissing me so much, and maybe then he’d get a little more… dominant. Still not aggressive, but… taking what he wanted because he knew I wanted to give it. Licking into my mouth, gliding his tongue firmly against mine, before trailing his lips down my neck and chest…

“Lark.” His low voice made me blink rapidly and refocus on him. He gave me a tiny, faintly amused smile. “What else?”

If I said I wanted to kiss him, after saying I didn’t need his help with that, he’d know I wanted to kiss him. Which… Did I? I had no idea anymore. I was too fucking horny to think. My dick was about to fall off. He couldn’t expect me to keep talking when my dick was literally about to fall off, could he?

“Sixty-nining,” I blurted, then flushed as I wondered if I was being totally weak. Maybe I should’ve been suggesting kinkier stuff, like… I didn’t even know. The porn I watched wasn’t really all that hardcore or anything.

Maybe nipple clamps or something? I flinched at the thought. No, I didn’t think I’d be into that.

“We can do that,” Seb rasped, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly, all these abstract ideas were seeming more and more concrete. Certain. He was telling me we’d do all these things. We were actually going to do all these things. We were talking about them so we’d do them.

“And I kind of… want to… maybe be tied up.” Suddenly, I was trying to think of every single thing I wanted—everything I’d fantasised about. “So you can do whatever you want to me. M-maybe… maybe you could tie me up and edge me again.”

Seb finally rose from his slouched position against the door in a sharp movement. My breath hitched, eyes wide as he started crossing the room in fast, determined strides.

“Maybe I could use a toy on you.” His voice was gravelly, reminding me of last night.

“Yeah,” I breathed, then clamped my teeth on my lower lip as he got closer.

I’d never used any toys. I’d been too nervous to order any and have someone else in the family intercept them in the mail. For all I knew, sex toy companies delivered their products in bright pink boxes with, like, a little dildo pattern on them or something. I would literally wither up with embarrassment if my mom saw that.

My trembling knees automatically spread wider when he reached me, so he could stand between my thighs. Finally releasing the death grip on my cock, I placed my hands behind me on the desk for balance as I stared up at him, barely remembering to breathe, just waiting to see what he would do.

“What about frotting?” he asked in a murmur, reaching down so his long fingers could pop the button on my fly. A tiny whimper escaped me, and he went still as he stared down at me and waited for my answer—waited to see if I would tell him to stop and push his hand away.

Obv I didn’t.

“Uhhh…” I’d already forgotten the question. “About… what?”

He gave me a tiny smile as the sound of my zipper being slowly lowered filled the room. “Frotting. You want to try that?”

Oh my god, oh my god.