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“Hmm, please don't stop.”

He clearly has no intention of doing so. But he does stop, just long enough to shift me and lie me flat on the large desk, pushing his laptop to the side. The papers I had organized fall to the floor in heaps, but I couldn't care less.

Grant adjusts my legs, spreading them to allow him even more access.

“I'm… I'm… I'm cu—” My warning comes a little too late, and I explode with pure ecstasy.

Grant isn't done yet. He lifts me back up and kisses me while his member is freed from his pants.

I reach for it, running my fingers across the length, and I'm instantly ready to go again. He pulls me closer to the edge of the desk before sliding into me.

My body trembles as he thrusts into me. I hold on to Grant for dear life as the reasonable part of my brain shuts down. All that's left is the pleasure that comes with having his hardness moving inside me.

“More,” I groan. “Fuck me harder.”

Grant pumps his hips so quickly, I'm afraid the desk will break. As he fucks me, all I can think about is how we're destined to keep doing this.Our sensual embrace isn't one that is going to stop after this time. My body can't say no to him.

Grant's lips are on my neck when he releases. He bites down a little, drawing a loud moan from me. There's no way everyone in this house hasn't heard our sounds of pleasure. He slides out of me, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Our eyes lock for a second, and everything around me fades. It's just us in this moment. Grant leans in, kissing me slowly. I pull at him, wanting more, craving every bit of him. As if his body reads my thoughts, Grant's member rises to the occasion.

“I want more,” I confess, brushing my lips against his ear.

He responds by sliding back into me, sending the air out of my lungs.

Oh, fuck yes.

Chapter 11

GRANT

I give Leena's door three soft knocks. Her footsteps fill my ears immediately as she walks to the door. She opens it with a frown, almost like she knows what we're about to discuss.

“Hi,” I say, giving a small smile. This doesn't change her expression, though.

“Hey,” she returns. Her voice is lower than normal.

Leena moves out of the way, letting me enter the room. She walks back to the bed and lies down on it. Any normal person would think she's falling sick, but just from looking at her, I can tell what's wrong.

“How're you feeling?” I ask.

She sighs. “I feel so restless. Is it always like this?”

I stroll to the shelf and take a look at some of the books there. My fingers trace the spines of a couple of leather-bound books. The sound of my nail on them is pretty soothing.

“It's a mix of emotions before the full moon,” I explain. “With two days left before the transformation, everyone feels either on edge or their anticipation just keeps building.”

“Ugh,” she groans, picking a pillow and pressing it across her face.

“There are less painful ways to take yourself out, you know,” I chuckle.

“Then give me some,” she states, her voice still muffled by the pillow. “I don't want to transform.”

“Do you know one thing I've always found fascinating? Is children's ability to adapt.”

Leena slides the pillow out of the way, revealing a raised eyebrow. “I didn't think we'd have the kids talk until at least a few more months.”

I laugh out loud, shaking my head. “Most of the pups that end up having their first painful transformation sort of look forward to the next one because they can't wait for the pain to stop.”