Page 124 of The Good Boys Club

My feet had gone to sleep, and pins and needles were tingling my toes.

“Wait,” Cian said. He flattened a hand against my damp torso. His chest began rising and falling rapidly. His mouth opened, short even breaths puffed out. His eyes widened, pupils dilated.

Oh.

He’d caught his scent. His wolf was back.

Cian stepped closer . . . closer still. Until his chest pressed against mine, the fabric of his T-shirt soaking up the residualpiss and cum that covered me. He moved his face between my neck and shoulder, and breathed in deeply, letting out the air and sucking it in again and again.

Then he pushed a gap between us to look into my eyes as he said, “I need to knot you. Right this fucking second.”

Rawdogging

Present Day

Mash

“There are condoms and lube in my top draw—” I started to say, but Cian had already run from the bathroom.

I stepped out of the shower cubicle and onto the bath mat so I didn’t drip piss all over the tiles and make the floor slippery. My knots hadn’t deflated yet, and there was drying cum all over mystomach, but I was growing hard again at the thought of finally getting railed by my best friend.

“Do you want me to wash first then meet you in the bedroom?” I called out.

“Can’t wait that long,” Cian said, suddenly beside me, his hand on my hip. “I can only find werewolf condoms. I’m not sure they’ll fit over my knot.”

A sinking feeling hit my stomach. “Didn’t you bring any shifter rubbers?”

“I wasn’t expecting to fuck anyone here. And the shops in Lykos only sell were ones.”

“Can’t you just roll it down to your knot?” I asked.

Cian raised a single brow. We both knew that was one of the stupidest ideas I’d ever had, but I was edging into desperation.

One time, when I was younger and all I’d had available were human condoms, I tried doing exactly that. It ended very, very awkwardly. One lost condom, one mortified girl, one trip to the uni’s on-campus sexual health clinic to locate said condom, and a ridiculous amount of grovelling and begging for forgiveness.

“Fuck me bare, then,” I said.

“But—”

“I’m clean. I got tested in June, and the last time I had sex was in May,” I said.

Cian’s face fell into utter confusion. “May was like . . . four months ago. You haven’t had sex in four months? What about Laura?”

“Who?”

“The woman you were avoiding the last time you gatecrashed my office.”

“Ohh,” I said, drawing out the word. “Her. Yeah, no, we never banged. We watched movies and ordered a takeaway.The Fast and the Furry-ousones, actually.”

“But you hate action movies,” he said.

“Exactly, she didn’t pass the vibe check.”

“But later, when you climbed in my bedroom window, you said,‘I haven’t had sex in two days.’”

“Alright, memory police. I lied, okay?”

“Why would you lie . . .” He broke himself off, looked up to the ceiling, and shook his head.

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