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Victoria shivered and whimpered, tensing in one moment, sighing and softening the next. I forced myself to slow, to pull softer kisses from her lips, waiting to see what she would take for herself. But she slowed to a stop, panting slightly, her breaths mingling with mine. My cock was hard and soaked with our arousal.

I could've sworn she looked a little disappointed as I leaned back. The expression smoothed too quickly, a shy smile rising in its place.

"Take me inside of you, Victoria," I whispered.

The disappointment vanished, lit up by hunger, and I scooted down against the floor, staring avidly as she rose up on her knees and then sank, her wet, swollen sex swallowing me one inch at a time.

CHAPTER 17

Victoria

The bar had fallensilent outside Elias's office door, and I was going to regret this late night when I had to show up to class tomorrow morning, but at the moment I was too caught up in the strange, private little world of a cluttered office and the golden fae cradling me against his chest.

His hand played between my legs, more like an absent thought than any real intention, but it was just shy of irritating. Too soft and yet too stimulating at the same time. Generally I enjoyed sex, and even masturbation, withoutneedingto get off, used to getting by taking whatever pleasure that came. But tonight had been long and drawn out, and I'd been so close so many times that I now felt like an exposed live wire, crackling and ready to spark.

I covered his hand and slid it up to my stomach, fingertips tracing damp lines on my skin.

"No more right now," I said. I needed to calm down, at the very least. Actually, I needed to go home. If only I wanted to.

I was sore. Elias had been more demanding tonight, and after making me ride him to a groaning finish, he'd put me on myhands and knees and fucked me all over again, never flagging in arousal.

"Sorry. My mating season is starting," he said softly, kissing my forehead. "I'm not normally quite so pushy."

I snorted at that, and he laughed.

"I mean, as myself, I'm not," he said.

Which was a disquieting reminder that we hadn't really been playing roles for the past hour or so.

"What's a mating season?" I asked, adjusting my dress to cover me as I rolled. We were on the hard floor, but I couldn't bring myself to care and Elias apparently didn't either, his feet propped up on a box against the wall.

His chest rose and fell beneath me as he sucked in a deep breath. "The usual—heightened sex drive, increased pheromone production, more extreme awareness in the senses," he said, gesturing up to his antennae and then down to the coremata that were flicking over my clothed stomach.

My eyebrows rose. "What do your coremata sense?" And why hadn't I asked earlier, considering they had been playing all over my pussy and ass every time we'd had sex?

"They're something between…a tongue and the subconscious process of human scent receptors, I suppose," Elias mused, shifting more comfortably and reaching down to tuck the tendrils away. "That's a bit inadequate. There aren't always reasonable comparisons between species, you know."

It was enough to leave me blushing at least, but Elias wasn't studying me for once. "And your antennae?"

"Those are much more subtle. They detect arousal, fertility, cortisol, fear?—"

"So both sexual and predatory," I pointed out.

Elias sniffed primly. "It's nothing you aren't doing. We moth fae just do it at a more expansive and informed level. I can tellthe difference betweenyourscents, and the scents added to all your" —he flapped a hand in the air— "products."

"During the mating season?"

"All the time. During the mating season…well, I can sense all of that, and I can…manipulate a response a bit as well."

Eyes wide, I pressed my hands to Elias's chest and levered up into sitting, my back against the leg of his desk. He looked as though he might've been pouting for a moment.

"I didn't do it tonight, if that's what you're about to ask," he muttered.

I shook my head. "No, that's not— This is fascinating, Elias!Howcan you manipulate all of that? With the antennae?"

He laughed and sat up, scooting back against the wall and wearing a smile. "No, there are glands around my throat and groin, especially beneath my mane. It is a predator quality, I suppose, but I don't believe it works so well as to overpower the other person's will. I suppose…if you naturally were disgusted by me and I wanted to fuck you, I would have to get close enough for you to scent me. Ideally have your face right up in my fur. You might be surprised to feel some arousal, but it wouldn't outweigh your disgust."

"But if I was attracted already, and we hugged and I put my face in your mane?—"

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