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“You’re so big,” she gasps with a thread of worry in her voice. It isn’t just her inexperience in this arena that makes her think so – I am larger than average by a lot. To top it off, her praise makes me swell even bigger. The tip of my cock bobs close to her mouth, and she licks her lips. I worry for a second that I’m going to cum all over her face. My thighs are blocks of stone as I dig deeper into the floor, cementing myself in place.

The pink tongue that just traced her lips hesitantly skims the head of my cock. My answering groan is so loud that I’m certain the entire campus would hear it if the rooms weren’t magically soundproofed. Her innocence is so sincere and tempting despite her recent nights with two different men. It flays me.

“Zosia,” I gasp. “I can’t ….” My words die when her lips envelop the thick head of my cock. I no longer know what words are. Her mouth is warm, wet, and inviting as her tongue strokes the underside of my erection.

Fuck ….

She slides as much of me between her lips as she’s able; it’s only about half of my thickened length, but it’s enough. When she slides back off again, my hips shake with the desire to fuck her mouth. Her mouth is perfect, but I tear myself away from her. A whimper of disappointment nearly makes me rethink the decision, but I don’t. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her if she continues, and I don’t want to.

Instead, I grasp her hips and push her fully onto the bed so that she’s no longer half on and half off. Then, I reach down to strip off my socks, grateful that we decided we’d not wear shoes in the apartment.

When Zosia reaches for the hem of her shirt, I stop her with a shake of my head. I don’t give a shit about my clothes, though, and they’re on the floor within seconds. The admiration and awe in her eyes as I kneel naked beside her sends a thrill through me. I focus on grasping the hem of her shirt and not my single-minded lust.

“I could have undressed myself,” she whispers. The rosy tinge of embarrassment stains her cheeks.

“I want to unwrap this present slowly,” I whisper in a rough voice. “You’re so beautiful that I want to see every inch as it’s revealed.” The color in her cheeks increases, but I’ve shocked her into silence, so I do exactly as I said I would.

I lean over her gently and trace the swell of her breasts as they rise above the lace of her bra. The golden ink of the tattoo she’d received last night melds with her bronzed skin, and I include it in the caress of my lips and my fingertips as I explore her body.

It’s pointless to contemplate what my mark will be; the design doesn’t matter. The meaning behind it is what’s important. I don’t belong to her and she doesn’t belong to me, but we belong to each other. It ties our souls together and it solidifies our mate-bond. Being mates doesn’t make arelationship easy, but it implies a commitment to work through any difficulty.

Zosia is everything I don’t deserve and more than I’d dreamed, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her safe. Her life is in my care, and my heart is in hers.

Chapter 23

Zosia

Avery’s attention balanced sweetness and desire, and Kodi made our time together fun and familiar, albeit inexperienced. Garrett is intense.

I’m both terrified and exhilarated, and my heart feels like it might jump from my chest. I was definitely aroused when I was with the other two men, but I didn’t feel the fierce adrenaline that’s coursing through my body – my animalistic nature seeks dominance. My entire being feels like it might combust.

The knowledge that he’s holding himself back makes me feel powerful and slightly frightened. I’m not scared that he’ll hurt me, but I’m uncertain of what he’ll do when he surrenders. His expression brings to mind a starving man. He’s confessed that he’s not a virgin, but he appears almost as desperate.

… and his body. Holy hell, I’ve never seen a body like his. If you’d asked me a year ago what I considered hot, I would not have said a mountain of firm muscle. Seeing Garrett naked, however, has changed my mind. As my gaze devours every inch of hard, sculpted flesh, my body reacts with visceral, involuntary desire. I might be drooling.

My sphinx nature is closer to Garrett than it was to the others. We’re one, unlike most shifters, but the primal urgesI usually only feel in sphinx form bubble to the surface. Their presence lessens the importance of the limitations and appearance of my body. I can’t forget my injuries, but they lack their usual power and gravity.

Tangled in the moment, my brain offers an overdue epiphany. My mates aren’t perfect, and each of them has expressed their worries and insecurities. Despite their beliefs, though, I still find them attractive, ideal, and a fitting match. Why is it still so difficult to believe they think the same of me? Deep within me, something accepts this irrefutable logic.

All of my concerns are inconsequential. I force my bodily insecurities aside, along with any worries regarding my acceptance of three mates in as many days. I note and push away the worries about opening the library or the threat of the detectives’ return. All that matters at this moment is fulfilling our needs and soothing Garrett’s fears.

I lie in the center of the bed in nothing but my bra and soft leggings while he memorizes my curves, freckles, and scars. He’s clearly unable to hide or fake his lust and appreciation. If I didn’t see it in his eyes, I’d note it in the rigid strain of his muscles.

After an eternity seems to pass, a whimper of longing escapes me. The quiet protest, urgent and raw, finally sparks him to action. He growls in a feline manner that makes my sphinx preen. Moving quickly, he settles between my cloth-covered legs and grasps my bra with both hands. The sound of tearing fabric fills the room as he rips it in half and throws it away from the bed. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the unexpected action. Bras are expensive; the library provides mine, however, so I’ll forgive him this time.

I forget all about the poor garment when he seizes my breasts. I’m not a small-busted woman, but his hands are huge and the calluses on his skin stroke my nipples. It’s an exquisite form of torture.

His massive cock bobs between my legs, but I’ll panic if I focus on how big he is. My body doesn’t share the concerns of my mind. I’m aroused and ready for him; the stretchy cotton between my thighs is practically soaked. I’d be embarrassed if the lubrication wasn’t necessary.

Amber eyes burn with fire as his gaze shifts between my breasts and my face. His fingers pluck my tender nipples before his hand slides from my neck to my ribs to the waistband of my pants. His exploration stops there, his breaths labored, and he captures my lips again. The fierceness of his kisses might bruise me, but they don’t hurt or cause discomfort.

My back arches, straining toward him, needing to feel his body against mine. Frustration sets in when the shifter maintains the distance between our bodies as he continues to dominate my lips and tongue. He might be afraid to crush me with his considerate weight, but I wouldn’t mind. I can’t tell him this, though, because his kisses steal my breath away. His nips and strokes distract me from the hand sliding toward the juncture of my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His deep groan vibrates through my entire body when he cups my mound through my pants.

I gasp with surprise when Garrett reaches under my pants and thrusts a finger inside me before I can decipher his words. I nearly explode from his finger alone, especially when he places the perfect amount of pressure on my clit with the heel of his palm. His answering growl almost shakes me to pieces.

It doesn’t matter that I orgasmed four times before my few hours of sleep. My body responds as if I’ve been celibate for years, and I start to believe the claims that sphinxes are insatiable. I’m insatiable when it comes to these men.

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