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Chapter Thirty-Four

No More Lessons

Larkin

This already felt different.

A million times better. All the uncertainty was gone. There was no strange arrangement. No lesson. Just me and him.

I couldn’t stop making embarrassing little moany sounds as we made out furiously in Seb’s bed, both of us naked, with me straddling his waist and his big hands on my ass. The moment we’d got here from work, Seb had dragged me upstairs.

He seemed different. More open, maybe even a little more vulnerable as he moaned hoarsely into my mouth and swept his hands over every inch of me he could reach—up my back, along the base of my wings, then back down to smooth a hand over my tail and into the cleft of my ass to brush his fingers over my hole. I whimpered, my hips jerking from the touch.

I couldn’t believe that this whole time, he’d really wanted me. This amazing, beautiful werewolf had sat there at work for a year and a half silently wanting me, while I’d been a total naive idiot thinking I wanted something completely different. Something that wouldn’t have let me experience this—feeling so close and connected to someone, wanting them so much it ached, being so at ease and unselfconscious about myself and my body.

Seb had made me feel this way. Seb with his quiet understanding and patience and calm, soothing presence. He’d never made me feel stupid or pathetic because of my inexperience. He’d never made me feel insecure about my tail, but still made sure to acknowledge that certain things might make me uncomfortable. Except, with him, they didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’d never been more comfortable with another person.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and sat up, still kissing me deeply, before turning us so I was on my back. I twined my legs around his hips, pulling him closer so our dicks rubbed together, clutching at his hair as I moaned desperately and plunged my tongue into his mouth. A groan rumbled up his throat as he rocked his hips, sliding our lengths together.

I slid my hands down his neck, over his wide shoulders, then lower to palm his hair-dusted pecs. His nipples hardened when I circled them with my thumbs, before I trailed my fingertips over the bumps of his abs. I couldn’t stop touching him. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, we both moaned. It was so hard and hot, and I still couldn’t believe that I got to touch him like this.

It felt more real now. He wasn’t just letting me because he’d agreed to teach me about sex—it’d never just been that for him. He wanted me.

Emotion clogged my throat as I broke the kiss, panting against his lips. “Seb,” I croaked.

“Yes?” He lowered his mouth to my neck, pressing a slow kiss there. I shuddered, gripping his cock tighter as it throbbed in my fist.

“I just… I want you so much.” My mouth trembled. “I’m not good at saying what I mean. It’s like… I can’t get close enough to you.”

Seb lifted his head to smile down at me, cupping my cheek and stroking his thumb over the corner of my lips. “I know what you mean. And you are good at it.”

I gave him a wobbly smile. “No, you just get me.”

His eyes softened and he leaned down to give me a sweet kiss. “I like to think I do.”

“You do,” I breathed, closing my eyes when he started kissing down my chest, pausing to swirl his tongue softly around a nipple.

I had to let go of his dick, so I threaded my fingers back through his hair, my breath catching as he kissed his way lower before fisting my cock and pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head.

“Mmm.” My knees fell open wide, then jerked when he smoothed his tongue over my banjo string, flicking it lightly before sinking his mouth down over my length. I gasped, hips straining up. “Seb.”

He moaned around me, sucking his way back up before sliding his tongue down the underside to nuzzle my sac. I shivered, drawing my knees higher to tilt my hips up, wanting to feel his mouth on my hole again.

His strong hands smoothed down my thighs before clasping behind my knees. He pushed them up toward my chest and dipped his head lower, then lapped softly at my hole, making my lungs empty in a rush.

“Fuck.” I’d never felt so exposed, but it wasn’t making me self-conscious. I let go of his hair to grab the backs of my knees, keeping my legs up while he tongued my hole and groaned against me.

My eyes rolled back. He was moving so slowly, making me feel every tiny tingle of pleasure. Then he pressed his lips to me and stroked my hole with his tongue, almost like he was kissing me there. Heat crawled up my neck to my cheeks. It felt so intimate, but in the best way.

I moaned in protest when he pulled back after giving me a final kiss. He huffed in amusement as he gently lowered my legs and shifted higher to straddle my waist. My breath caught as he leaned over to the nightstand, then sat back holding the tube of lube.

Was he going to reach back to finger me? I wondered why he’d got into a position that would make it more difficult, but then he clasped my wrist, squirted lube onto my fingers, and drew my hand down between his legs.

My breath hitched again as I smoothed my slick fingers over his hole at his insistence. He didn’t say a word, just leaned down to kiss me and groaned into my mouth when I timidly crooked a finger to sink the tip inside him.

Fuck. It was so hot and smooth, the ring of muscle tight around my finger as I slid it inside. I wanted to find his prostate, but I couldn’t really get deep enough from this angle. After a few slow, hesitant pumps of my finger, Seb broke the kiss to pant against my mouth.

“Two fingers,” he rasped, then kissed me again as I slid my finger free and tentatively pressed two to his rim.