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I have the insane thought of him inside of me.

But I don’t know him well enough. I can’t leave myself that vulnerable with the hunter who tests me in ways that risk my life.

I wouldn’t have let any harm come to you, his note had read. The words filter over the backs of my eyelids, and I believe them.

He’d been testing Godric, as well as me.

A test that the Alpha failed today.

That frustration makes me spread my legs in invitation, and Ze’ev surprises me by peeling my pants down.

I blink at him as crawls downward, when he’s between my legs he kisses my mound.

Then my clit, making me buck.

And then his tongue is inside me.

Oh Gods.

Godric has never done that, but I never expected him to. If the Alpha had ever put his mouth on me like that, I imagined he might be too tempted to bite.

But Ze’ev is soft and sweet, peppering kisses on my clit before he rolls his tongue over me.

The sensation is too much, too stimulating, and I try to close my legs.

He holds them open, then glances up at me from his position, nearly making me explode just from the sight.

I’m not experienced enough to know if Ze’ev has done this before or not. It doesn’t really matter. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

I curl my fingers through his hair, abandoning all hesitation as I approach a precipice that might shatter me.

A growl rumbles through the room, but I don’t register it.

I throw my head back and part my lips as the wave of pleasure washes over me. Ze’ev doesn’t change his pace at all. He follows me to the edge and sends me imploding with his tongue.

My walls contract, desperate for fingers inside of me to clamp down onto, but Ze’ev slides his tongue inside instead. He tastes me, groaning between my legs as I curl my fingers into the furs.

When the climax wanes and I feel like I can string two thoughts together again, I realize I can still hear growling.

And it’s not coming from Ze’ev.

My gaze flashes to the towering shifter covered in blood.

“I’ll take over from here,” Godric informs the hunter. His words are hardly decipherable, but he’s clearly talking to Ze’ev, who is still nestled between my legs.

I can’t tell if Godric is pissed or turned on.

The Outcast flashes him a smug grin as he pointedly gives my slit a long lick, as if to say, I’m not done yet.

Does he have a death wish?

I groan, unable to move as my body spasms in response.

Godric goes incredibly still, but now he watches me.

“Your heats are getting worse,” he remarks. His nostrils flare, and I don’t even want to know what he’s scenting by doing that. “You made a nest and invited a capable partner into it.”

A nest? Is that what I’ve been doing with the furs?