Page 68 of Pulled By the Tail
“By being unintelligent? No,” he repeated.
“Okay.” Her fingers twisted into the bottom of her hair, thinking. “The book was forbidden. It had pictures. Pornographic pictures.”
His posture changed and he sat more rigidly. “Explain this.”
“For this fantasy, I’m a student, right?”
“I will not play if you are pretending to be a kit.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she started with the basics. “I’m in university and a perfectly legal age, but I’m inexperienced.” His tail lashed behind him. “I spend all my time studying,” she said, letting her voice grow soft and wistful. “I’m too busy to have a boyfriend or to be interested in males, because I’m always in the library.”
She stepped closer and walked her fingers up his bare chest, savoring the warmth and hardness of him.
“Libraries are where students should be,” he said, his voice deepening.
“There’s this male who works there. A sexy librarian. I like watching him and his tail as he shelves books,” she continued.
“You like his tail?”
“I love his tail. I wish I was brave enough to pull it.” His chest rumbled and she grinned. “And I like his voice. It’s so deep and firm.” She licked her lips. “Especially when he tells off the noisy students. He likes his library to be in order and you can just tell that he’ll discipline anyone that breaks the rules.”
He growled, low and so perfectly tempting. “And you broke the rules by going into the restricted section.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I will help you understand the reading material.”
Thank fuck for that.
Talen
His mate lickedher lips and he could hear her heart accelerate.
He moved to the lounge chair and patted his lap. “Fetch this book and show me.”
A look of confusion furrowed her brow. “But—”
He patted his lap. “We will read this forbidden book together.”
“Oh.” She looked around the library, clearly not prepared for this possibility. His mate loved to play bedroom games and he loved the awkward way she tried to explain her fantasies as he feigned misunderstanding.
Naughty librarian.That game was universal and one he held in great affection.
She grabbed a book at random.
“Not that one,” he said. “I want you to read for me, my heart.”
With his trousers unfastened, he took his member in hand, already hard, and worked his length while she pursued the shelves. This might be one of his mate’s games, but he wanted to hear the progress she made teaching herself to read a new language.
“This one,” she said, pulling down a book with a colorful cover.
“Show me.”
She brought him the book, holding it out for inspection.
“Good,” he said. “Now lift your skirt and show me your panties. Are they wet for me?”
She sucked in her breath and complied, raising her skirt just enough to see the white lace undergarment.
