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My cheeks burn with humiliation even as my hips rise to meet each thrust of his tongue. I’m soaking wet now, slick gushing from me in copious amounts and dripping down to the pool beneath me on the hardwood floor.

Distantly, I wonder if Damon and Max can hear us from their position in the main reading area. The thought should mortify me, but instead sends another thrill of forbidden excitement through my core.

Gunnar’s tongue withdraws suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.

Before I can protest the loss, he laps at my clit instead—quick, precise strokes that immediately send me rocketing toward the edge of orgasm. My thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Yes,” I pant as he massages my clit with his tongue. “Yes! There, please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop.

His tongue works me relentlessly, each stroke building my pleasure higher and higher. He slows down when I’m so near. It’s like he knows exactly how close I am, exactly what I need, and is deliberately withholding it, prolonging my sweet agony for his enjoyment.

“Oh my moons,” I gasp, my hands tightening in his fur.

His golden eyes watch me from above his muzzle, alight with intelligence and satisfaction as he observes my complete surrender to his ministrations. There’s something incredibly vulnerable about being watched so intently while experiencing such intense pleasure.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

His tongue laps at my clit as my pussy walls throb and flutter. I’m so close. I need something inside me. I need to be filled and stretched and claimed.

“Gunnar, please!”

As if he understands exactly what I need, his tongue plunges back inside me, deeper than before, while his nose nudges against my clit. The dual stimulation is my undoing. The orgasm hits me like no tomorrow, my back arching off the floor, a broken cry tearing from my throat as pleasure radiates outward from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes.

But Gunnar doesn’t stop. Even as I convulse around his tongue, he continues lapping at my pussy, drinking every drop of slick as I tremble beneath him.

Through the haze of ecstasy, I become aware of a new sensation—an emptiness, a desperate need to be filled more than his tongue can manage. My heat, which had been partially satisfied by Max and Damon, roars back to life with renewed intensity, demanding more.

Demanding his knot.

I catch glimpses of his erection between his hind legs as he shifts position—angry purple-red, glistening at the tip, the knot at its base swollen to an intimidating size. The sight of it sends another rush of slick from my core, my body preparing itself instinctively.

“Your knot,” I hear myself say, the words emerging without conscious thought. “I want your knot. I need it so badly.”

Gunnar’s tongue gives me one final, thorough lick before withdrawing completely. He repositions himself, moving up my body until his massive wolf head is level with mine.

“Please,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his muzzle, feeling the wetness of my arousal on his fur. "I need you. All of you.”

Instead, he backs away suddenly, creating space between us. I make a sound of protest, my body aching at the loss of his warmth and weight.

I push myself onto my elbows, watching in confusion as Gunnar paces a few steps away.

“Don’t leave,” I plead.

The air around him seems to suddenly shimmer.

His form blurs, shifts, and changes in a way my eyes can't quite follow. One moment, a wolf stands before me; the next, Gunnar, in his human form, kneels on the library floor, naked and gloriously aroused, his eyes still holding that golden glow from his wolf aspect.

“If you want my knot, little omega,” he says, his voice rough with desire, “you’ll get it. But not as a wolf.” His hand drops to his erection, fingers wrapping around its impressive length. “I want to hear you scream and hold you in my arms when I fill you up.”

CHAPTER10

Lena

Iremain sprawled on the library floor, with my legs still parted— my body flushed and trembling while he’s playing with his cock right in front of me.

My eyes drift away from his penetrating gaze, fixing instead on the floor beside me. Something about his human form makes this feel more real, more consequential than when he was a wolf.

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