Page 75 of Mask and the Magnolia

He has no argument.

There are literally no words for him to use, none that can deny what I know he can feel.

I have no idea how to make him understand that, though.

He’s not rejecting the bond or the idea of finding his mates, but Isaak is stubborn enough to try and fight it even when it would be a losing battle.

The fact that I’m eye level with his dick that is obviously hard and pushing against the fly of his slacks says it all.

I need to use that to my advantage somehow so his beautiful mind will catch up to his equally beautiful body.

”Okay,” I say with a sigh as I drop my hands, intentionally brushing my fingers over his crotch as I do. “I get it.”

I slump back in the chair, trying to look more defeated than I feel, then I adjust and purposely allow my skirt to ride up too high on my hips. I widen my thighs as I turn slowly toward the desk, Isaak tracking everything happening below my waist the best that he can. Sitting up straight, I fix my hair and adjust my striped sweater, flashing a hint of the healing teeth marks on my shoulder before covering them again.

”I have to FaceTime the Dean at 8am.” I wake up my laptop and pull up my camera to check my appearance. “You might want to go take care of that”—I point to his erection—“while I do so we can get on with our day without issue.”

A few beats of silence pass as I do a terrible job of seducing our omega, and I assume that means I failed. So, I get up and reach for my thermos of coffee, not bothering with my skirt since it doesn’t really matter and just when I’m about to sit back down and accept defeat, I freeze instead.

“I’m a virgin,” Isaak blurts, the words rushing awkwardly out of his mouth and into the space around us.

I set my coffee down and turn slowly, not giving a good goddamn that I’m now wearing my skirt as a belt as I face him.

He nods, a look of horror on his handsome face as he fights to keep his eyes on my face and not my panties. “I’ve never done anything before and I am terrified of disappointing you.”

“You’ve never had sex.”

He shakes his head.

“Never done oral? Not even a handjob?”

“No,” Isaak whispers as he looks away. “I’ve never wanted to, I’ve always been too career driven.”

A smile spreads slowly across my lips, one I’m sure my alphas would be proud of. “Isaak, look at me, honey.”

He does, albeit reluctantly.

“There is nothing you could do to disappoint me, not like that, and not with how strong my feelings are for you.”

“You say that now, but?—“

“No buts.” I shake my head and sit back down so I don’t maul him. “If your experience is as little as you say it is, all you have to do is kiss my pussy the way you kissed my mouth and you’ll be headed in the right direction.”

Isaak groans and palms his dick through his pants. “Magnolia.”

“What? I’m just being honest. As a fellow omega and your mate whether you want to accept it or not, I feel like it’s my responsibility to teachyoufor a change.”

“I’ve watched porn, Maggie.” He scrubs his hands over his face. “I don’t know why I said that.”

I shrug my shoulder. “Because the veil has been lifted and maybe you feel more comfortable with me knowing that I’m going to love you no matter what you have to say.”

“You’re killing me, Magnolia.Killing me.”

“Good. At least I know I can keep chipping away at you until I get those walls to crumble.” I grin and widen my legs again. “You’ll be begging us to bond with you in no time.”

I giggle and go back to waiting for the Dean, but quickly become annoyed that I have to stop playing with Isaak just so I can get questioned by the asshole who contributed to my creation.

Which happens the second 8am hits. I take a deep breath and slide my finger across the mousepad, answering the Dean on the second ring.

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