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I don’t have time to finish my sentence because my climax smacks into me, and my body lifts off the wood to meet him in a symphony of groans and slapping flesh. My hands come up and bury in his hair as he darts his head in and bites my neck. I’ve never been a vampire coveter like many girls my age were during the Twilight/Buffy years, but I’ll be damned if those teeth don’t rocket me into yet another peak. His voice is low as he mutters something unintelligible and foreign sounding, and I have to bite my lower lip hard to keep from screaming as pleasure courses through my veins.

When our bodies come to a stop, his weight blankets me, and I suck in deep breaths. My pulse is racing, and every inch of my skin feels like electricity is dancing over it. Licking my lip, I realize I drew blood, and a soft giggle escapes before I can catch it. Teddy lifts his head, tilting it to the side as he studies me. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. He leans in and licks the blood off, a growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

“That’s... well, it’s kinda hot. I mean, all of this was hot. You’re hot. I…” I let my head thunk back against the wood, closing my eyes as embarrassment floods me. Jesus, this town brings out the most awkward fucking parts of me, like it’s a goddamned documentary on being a nerd.

Edgar doesn’t answer. He licks my cheek and buries his face in my hair.

What in the actual fuck is going on?

He’s being super weird and—holy mother of cheese eating Frenchman. We just screwed our brains out...in my classroom. The door is locked, but we’re at school. It’s fucking Parents’ Night, and I’m sprawled over a drawing table with a half naked judge, cum on my thighs, and ripped panties.

A knock on the door pauses my mental freak out, and I clear my throat, trying to gather my remaining wits about me. “Yes?”

The voice on the other side of the door answers in a wry drawl, “I don’t know what you’ve been getting up to in there, sugarplum, but it smells delicious.”

“Wolfie?” I squeak. “What are you doing here? You were meeting with the sheikh.”

“I did, and he wants to meet with you this weekend. I promised I’d come set it up with you right away, but it seems like I’ve interrupted averyimportant conference.”

I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I can’t scold him because Teddy is still weird as fuck. “Um, well, that’s true. But... I could use… some help? I think there’s a back way in here; earlier Hugo got in without?—”

Like magic, the door opens a crack, and McBabyVet slips in, then re-locks the door behind him. His eyes are full of amusement as he looks at us, and I wrinkle my nose. As if I knew I was going tobreakEdgar Boone this evening. How could I have predictedthat?

“Having trouble with the bully, darlin’?” he asks, his lips curving up as he walks over and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I frown. He’s not even the least bit concerned that I’m laying here with Teddy dribbling down my legs in the art room.Whyisn’t he concerned with that? I mean, Presley, I get—they’re together already, but Edgar should be an issue, right?

“Relax, sugarplum. Different doesn’t equal bad. If you’re sweet on this asshole, I’m not upset. As long as he treats you like the queen you are and respects our place in your heart, Prez and I are happy to share.” His eyes cut to Teddy, and he chuckles. “Although, I think this instance, you may have... ahem... bitten off more than you can chew, Boone.”

“What in the fuck does that mean? And why is he acting so damned odd?” I demand, pushing on the heavy shoulders pinning mine down fruitlessly. “We have to get him off me before anyone else finds out we shouldnotbe unsupervised!”

Wolfie grins, walking around the table. He picks up the torn thong, whistling, and I glare. The lace gets stuffed in his pocket as he sidles up to Edgar. Laying a hand on his back, he winks at me before leaning down to whisper something in his ear. The body crushing mine stiffens, then lifts off of me, and I can breathe again. Edgar looks down at me with a sheepish smile, and I give them both my best death stare.

“How did you do that? That wasn’t even English, and since when does Edgar Boone speak another language? Your father would tar your hide, buster.”

His chuckle is dark as he adjusts his clothing and sits up on the table. “I told you, my father doesn’t control me anymore.”

“It was Aramaic,” Wolfie says, his eyes full of mischief. “But I think that’s a story for later. Do you keep wipes in here? I’d assume you do, because duh...art.”

Wipes?! What in the… oh. Jesus refried Christ in a tortilla.

He’s trying to help me get cleaned up before a Sherilynn clone comes banging on the door of… where we’ve been banging. “Um, yeah. In the back room? By the sink?”

Teddy reaches over and grabs my hand, tugging me to his side. His fingers stroke over the mark he left absently as he murmurs, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I mean, I didn’t intend to?—”

“No. Absolutely not. In fact, I feel…” I struggle for the words, not knowing how to analyze, much less express, the emotions careening around in my heart and mind at the moment.

“Free?” he asks, his smile hopeful.

“Hm no. Not free, but...like a slight weight has lifted? Like a part of me is lighter?” I look at him, and something flashes behind his eyes. I don’t know what it means, but his expression says that he understands. “I have a lot of baggage, I suppose. From here, my parents, my life before I got out of this town. Maybe one piece of it got chucked out of the plane.”

“That sounds delightful, sugarplum!” My adorable vet walks up, planting a kiss on my head and then Edgar’s, and hands me the pack of wipes. “Might I suggest you get cleaned up while His Honor charms Bobbi Jo into letting you leave a little early? We can pick up the animals, meet Prez at your house, and order takeout. That should relax you.”

My lips curve and I look at them pleadingly. “Can I have a milkshake?”

Teddy bursts out laughing and squeezes me against his side. “Tilly, after that performance, I think you can havetwo.”

Hot damn. Orgasms, food, and two milkshakes? A girl could get used to this.

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