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To calm his unspoken fear, I examine it with one tender fingertip.

“My knot,” he explains, his voice already back to its normal timbre.

“Does it…?”Blin!Is my voice rising in fear? I want him to know I accept all of him, but is that thick thing, much bigger around than his cock, supposed to fitinsideme?

“Does it go inside you, Zoya? It could, if you want it to. It happens when a couple mates. It’s more… intimate, more meaningful than regular sex. It never has to happen between us.”

He pauses, hesitating, then continues. “When a wolven finds his soulbound mate, the knot will swell even more, locking the two together. But you’re human, so I’m not sure it can happen.”

He’s gently put my fears to rest, which is all I need to know at the moment. Now that he’s addressed my concerns, what I’m consumed with is that pretty, pearly drop of pre-cum pooling in his little slit.

I almost ask for permission, but that’s not who we are. Lash and I are forging a new relationship—nothing like what I’ve experienced in the past. I don’t have to ask this male for permission. He’s made it perfectly clear he’s willing to give me everything I want.

I lean to taste him but pause, glorying in the beauty of his male staff. As I breathe deep I remind myself this is Lash,myLash. He smells like loam and musk and he’s looking at me with indulgence, as though he can wait all day.

Using my tongue, I flick at the tiny slit, tasting his essence as he releases a soft wolf-like whine of pleasure. He’s gripping thespread. Even in this moment, he’s mindful not to grab me, so I can stay in control.

Lapping at his seed, I hunt for more with the tip of my tongue, learning the taste of him,lovingthe salty tang as I acquaint myself with every aspect of this otherworldly male.

His hands loosen their grip on the spread to explore my body, tracing soft patterns with his claws on my back that make me feel cherished.

Perhaps Lash dives deeper into his animal origins as he becomes aroused. His words have died, turning into growls and moans and chuffs. When I flicker my tongue at the little triangle on the rim of his cockhead, he whines in pleasure. It’s as though the wolf side of him takes over some of his movements and higher thought.

My fingers continue to stroke him, feeling the pulse of life underneath my fingertips. It’s like touching nature itself—raw, primal, unfettered energy.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lash

How can I be in heaven and hell at the same time? Zoya’s mouth is on me. Though her grip is tentative, she’s lapping at my cum like sheownsme. Perhaps she does.

“So fucking good, Zoya.”

She grips my shaft tighter and flicks so fast I have to count backward by sevens to keep from coming in her pert mouth. As generous as she’s being, I don’t think she’d like that. Not today, at least.

I lift my head, my weight on my elbows so I can watch her more carefully. Look. At. Her. In the moonlight streaming in from the windows. She’s more beautiful than anything we saw from the observatory tonight.

“Starlight. I want to call you Starlight. You’re perfect.”

She presses her lips tighter and gazes at me. Though she doesn’t stop her movements, doesn’t even pause, she hums her approval, which almost causes me to shoot my load.

“You own me.” I’m panting. Spilling my secrets.

Keeping one hand on my length, she reaches up with the other and burrows her fingers in the pelt on my shoulders as if she can’t keep her hands off me, even for a second.

I ease back onto the mattress, close my eyes, and fall deeper under her spell.

“Fuck!”

She’s never encountered a knot before. How does she know just how hard to lick it? Just the right place to flick that magnificent tongue to make me lose my mind?

I jackknife up, grip her waist, careful to sheathe my claws, and roll her onto her back.

“If you had kept that up, I would have come in that pretty mouth of yours. That talented mouth that should be a fucking exhibit at the Jurassic Museum.”

I greedily slide her dress up and place my hands on her panties, then stop cold, my gaze on hers. “Okay?’

“Anything, Lash.”

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