The girl sat up, and I became hyperaware of those impressive tits practically spilling out of her purple lace bra. Bonus: She smelled of Comet. I hoped she was the girlfriend of one of those fuckers.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that this girl had stuck around.
I crossed my arms behind my head, ignoring the soreness in my biceps and the blush in her cheeks. “Are you just going to sit there, baby?”
No answer. She was kneeling, fingering her bra strap.
I was about to tell her to head out when she leaned in closer. Shaky hands slid my boxers off and got to work.Now we’re talking.
I was a big guy—no one had ever dared to deep throat me before, and I didn’t expect her to try. Leaning back, I blew out a contented sigh and placed a hand on her head, but I let her decide how much to take.
As I approached the finish line, I sat up, gripped her hips, and twisted her in midair. Her dripping core landed on my face, her mouth staying anchored exactly where I needed it.
Her mewls and wiggles sped up as I feasted on her faster-than-light orgasm. Hearing her happy gags, I fucked her mouth and finished with a deep grunt.
I huffed out a breath. “That was fun, baby.”
I started dozing off with her pussy still perched on my face. I’d rather have a pussy on my face than someone breathing on me.
“Can I get your number?”
I jolted awake. Cracked my lids.
Oh.
She was still here.
“Or do you want mine?”
She was holding up a phone.
I pressed a hand to the headache forming behind my eyes.
Wait, why was my phone in her hand? How did she unlock it?
“Not particularly,” I said.
Her face crumpled.
I couldn’t help it—I just wasn’t the sugarcoating type. And I wasn’t trying to impress anyone or be someone else, either. I was a twenty-two-year-old, unmated wolf with unlimited energy.
“But why?”
I dragged my hand down my face in slow motion. “Look, uh…”
“Ludmilla.”
I summoned my most innocent, angelic smile. “I’ve had a great time tonight, but between wereball, university, and Alpha training, dating isn’t a priority. And we’re not mates?—”
“I don’t care about my mate. I want to choose my man.”
“Well, I care about finding mine.” Even ifsomethinglike mewon’t get a mate. Probably.
“That’s sweet.” She nuzzled into my neck.
Yawning, I lifted my shoulder, careful not to drop back on her and kill her.
“Want to watch a movie?” she asked.
