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Alana places that thought in her back pocket for now, though. Instead, she resumes the imagery of her werewolf’s chest pressed into her back—the weight of him forcing her down, the provocative sound of skin slapping against skin as he gradually starts losing himself.

Fuck, you feel so good.

I think you have me addicted in more ways than one.

There’s a good girl.

That last line does it for her. An electric heat zips down her body and settles in her clit, prompting a moan that would embarrass her had anyone been around to hear. She fucks back at a brutal pace, angling it just right and chasing the pleasure as it rolls over her. When she nears the edge of release, her hands fly between her legs, circling her swollen clit to push her over. And push her over, it does.

Alana hisses and gasps, cumming harshly around her fake cock in a way she’s not sure she’s ever experienced. It sends her skyward, mind in the clouds, before she crashes back down to earth. And when she returns from her time in the stars, she slumps forward and collapses, letting the toy slide out with the crudest, wettest noise she’s ever heard her body make.

“Fuck me,” she rumbles with a dazed giggle. It brings her back to when she finally caved and tried smoking those herbs Citlalli wouldn’t stop raving about. The way they left her body feeling lighter with each pass, unable to do much more than smile and laugh with her for an hour while fog saturated the air around them. If a cloud ten exists, she had been on it. Much like that night, Alana finds herself swimming in the euphoria. The static in her mind, the satisfied ache that travels down her belly and legs. The only sounds that can be heard are of her labored breathing and the click of her window unit as the AC shifts into gear, swaying her curtains. She breathes in the chill air with a pleased hum, and hides her face beneath her arm. When was the last time she’s ever been this relaxed? Or came that hard, for that matter.

She really owes Nakita and Lilith a drink.

CHAPTER SIX

ALANA

When you find yourself closing in on thirty, trips to the mall start to bring back a sense of nostalgia. From the freshly polished floors to the familiar scents of bourbon chicken wafting from the Chinese restaurants at the food court, it brings Alana back to a simpler time. When things like sex or boys were miles away from being on her list of prerogatives.

With little else to do in this town, she used to spend hours there on the weekend as a kid, eager to spend her allowance on whatever she could afford. Which, at the time, was more than most parents thought possible.

She’ll never forget the pale, ghostly color on Nana’s face when she rushed home one Saturday with a nose piercing. It was the tiniest stud from one of those pre-teen stores that weren’t licensed for anything beyond a piercing gun. But when Nana had gripped the front of her blouse, eyes blown cartoonishly wide? She may as well have come back with a tramp stamp and a positive pregnancy test. Luckily for her, her parents were both easy-going enough to let her keep it until her body inevitably rejected the cheap, poorly placed titanium.

Alana’s chest expands as she breathes it all in like she’s stepping into the great outdoors. Though one could argue that a mall was a wilderness in its own right. Even for a slow town like Sweetbriar, the place is busy; rowdy teenagers run through the halls, and small children fight with their parents in any given direction, either bored or crying out for a toy that’s clearly not in the budget.

One of Lilith’s arms links with hers, free hand holding an umbrella to block the lingering rays of the setting sun from the skylight. She guides Alana away from the chaos, and together, they all but skip towards their first destination: a lingerie store. Because, evidently, their first and most important mission was to find Alana the hottest outfit imaginable.

The boutique they stumble upon is dolled up in walls of pink and feathery frills. Everything smells of sugary perfume, and lacy ensembles hang from the walls like forbidden fruit. When they venture inside, even more revealing displays make their appearance: leather, crotchless panties, collar sets. She wasn’t new to indulging in cute panties, but a g-string? Candy bras? Those, not so much.

Lilith and Nakita, on the other hand, roam the store as if it were their second home. They seem to know the place like the back of their hand, eagerly leading Alana around and holding up different ensembles for her to assess.

A pastel pink, glittery body suit is Lilith’s first pick—silky to the touch, with femininity etched in every stitch. Cute, but not what she’s looking for. When Alana shakes her head, Lilith passes her a dark brown leather piece with fringe on the bust as her next option. Hot. Very hot, actually. But far more appropriate for a dominatrix meetup than for a first date. Or, well, whatever this meetup was supposed to be considered. An interview, perhaps?

Lilith picks up another black set with thick straps and gold accents, holding it against Alana’s body and beams, “This would look soooo cute on you!”

A line forms between Alana’s brows. “Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard to impress him, ya know?”

Lilith taps her chin. “Okay, okay, fair. How about this?” She scurries to the opposite side of the display and grabs a powder blue bra and panties.

It has soft mesh around the cups, which would leave her breasts partially exposed against the sheer fabric. Chunky white straps with pretty silver accents are sure to draw the eye. The bottoms are just as beautiful: a cheeky cut for emphasizing the backside. Alana regards it before accepting the offer and padding to the mirror by the dressing room. She holds the ensemble up to her frame, envisioning herself in it. The color pops against her skin, and the cut would accentuate the swells and curves of her body. It’s beautiful, but the foundation of her confidence splinters as she wrestles with whether or not her future companion may find it so flattering.

A voice in the back of her mind asks whether this man has experience with different body types. Surely, he must. He likely gets a plethora of inquiries from people of all shapes and sizes. That’s what the rational side of Alana’s mind tries to reassure, at least. Yet the nagging, worrisome part ruminates on how she compares to his other clients. Clients who, she assumes, are some variant of petite.

Thin, delicate limbs were not the features the Gods had given Alana. She’d been graced with the features of her mother, and her mother’s mother before her; a body reminiscent of women in the old oil paintings she’d admired at the art museums her dad would take her to as a kid. The ones with the soft tummies and rolls and busty chests that hung with gravity’s weight. Was this guy used to that? Did he enjoy bodies like hers?

One’s with thighs that touch and an ass that made her need to jump to put on a pair of jeans? Alana sighs, then shakes the insecurity away. Life is far too short to spend time fretting over a flat stomach, much less what other people think of one.

“I vote for this one,” Nakita chimes. A grin splits her face as she holds what looks to be lingerie for ants. The bra is two vinyl triangles sewn onto a piece of string, while the underwear portion consists of nothing but thoughts and prayers.

It rips a bark of laughter from Alana, her shoulders shaking. “Girl, you have lost your mind. Whose fucking labia is that supposed to cover? That thing looks like it wants to split me open like the Red Sea.”

Lilith cackles like a hyena from beside her, and Nakita barely holds it together. “Yeah, okay, and? It’s not meant to last long. Besides, with an ass like yours, it’d be a crime not to at least try this shit on.” She shoves it in Alana’s face and waves it around.

“Put it back,” Alana hisses, retreating with her hands up as if touching it would set off an alarm. She wanted to look hot and everything, but that? The minute anyone laid eyes on her in that thing, she’d burst into flames. She shoos Nakita back to wherever she found the monstrosity.

“Wait, come on! This is about new experiences and stepping out of your comfort zone, remember? Okay, look, what if we get a man’s opinion?”