Page 87 of The Vixen

For a moment, there’s a flash of heat—like the squirt of gasoline on a bonfire. If there was a fireplace in the library, it might make sense. But it’s gone before I can fully question it.

When I breathe in, there’s that musk again, more him than her. I breathe through my mouth and slide my tongue along the back of my teeth.

Returning to Luna’s zipper, I shoo her hand away when she half-heartedly tries to stop me.

“Did he make you come?”

She’s quiet for a few moments while I strip her bottom half and let her pants rest in a heap on the floor.

“No.”

“Has he ever?”

She gasps as I raise her knees, spreading her legs as I force her back onto the desk. I place her heels on the edge of the wood before shoving the laptop so her neck isn’t kinked.

“He’s tried,” she whispers.

Her hips jut at the feel of my thumb pressing against her clit. Eyes closing, she relaxes back on the desk and parts her lips while I massage her.Soresponsive.Soeasy.

Thorne should be ashamed.

I lean over her chest, one hand bracing myself on the table while the other works between her legs. “Do you think about me while he’s inside of you?”

Color floods her cheeks, and her breathing grows heavy. But she doesn’t respond.

Coward.

“Say it.”

Her eyes flutter open. For a moment, she looks beautifully innocent, but her expression pinches when I pick up my pace rubbing her. She raises onto her elbows and lets a moan flow easily from her mouth.

I used to have to work for that moan.

“If you want me to lick your pussy while that Neanderthal’s cum is dribbling out of you, you’d better say what I want to hear,Your Grace.”

Her heavy gaze floats between my lips and my eyes. “I think about you.”

“When?”

She swallows. Her breath shakes. The valley between her breasts deepens as her arms squeeze.

Finally: “All the time.”

My rhythm hitches. My eyes suddenly lock to hers as I slow, as though she commanded the attention; but I know she doesn’t mean the words as heavy as I hear them.

I hold my breath to brace for something that never comes—specifics I wouldn’t know what to do with. Luna’s eyes close as she faces the ceiling and shifts her knees wider.

The knot in my gut tugs, as if to remind me it’s there. I push back even harder than before.

Dropping to my knees, I take her clit in my mouth and slide a finger inside her pussy to massage her upper walls. Cum coats my hand—hers, Thorne’s, whoevers—and I feel that flash of heatall over again. Jealousy is so foreign a feeling, I don’t recognize it until I notice my thrusts deepening to brutal jerks.

Luna moans anyway.

A second finger joins the first, and I steady my rhythm while flicking her clit with my tongue.

It takes little to make her come tonight, and I tell myself it has nothing to do with her already being primed. After only a couple minutes tops of my tongue pressing on her clit the way she likes, she pushes her chest up. Her mouth opens with a guttural grunt.

Her pussy clenches tight before it starts to spasm, and her breaths turn ragged. Before I can run a full circle over her clit for a second round, Luna closes her legs and slowly gets up. As she dresses, she avoids my eyes.