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“Just talking to myself.” I force a smile. “Chemistry. You know.”

She nods like she totally gets it and goes back to her notes.

The shadows reach the edge of my panties and stop there, waiting. The bastard is toying with me.

My phone lights up again.

Shadow Daddy: Spread your legs.

Me: No.

Shadow Daddy: That wasn’t a request, Red.

A shadow wraps around each of my thighs and pulls them apart under the table, slow and merciless. It’s not enough for anybody to notice. It’s just enough for him.

I bite my lip as the shadows slip under my panties. They touch me everywhere at once, teasing my clit, circling my entrance, making me wet no matter how mortified I am.

“Focus on your studies,” I mutter to myself, gripping my highlighter so hard it creaks.

Shadow Daddy: Good girl. Pretend nothing’s happening.

Easy for him to say. He’s not the one getting shadow-fingered in the middle of the damn library. This man is going to get me kicked out of school, and I’m going to let him.

A shadow pushes inside me, and I have to turn my gasp into a cough. The guy across from me slides a water bottle my way.

“Thanks,” I manage, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip while a shadow fucks me slow under the table.

This is insane. I’m surrounded by people, and not one of them knows what’s happening to me.

More shadows join in. They snake up under my oversized sweater and wrap around my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks. I hunch over my textbook and pretend to be fascinated by molecular structures.

“Hey, you okay?”

I look up. It’s a guy from my study group. Mike? Mark? I can’t remember, because the shadow inside me just found my G-spot.

“F-fine,” I squeak.

“You sure? You look kinda off.” He sits down without being invited. “I have the notes from Tuesday if you need…”

The shadows go berserk. One tightens around my throat. The one inside me thrusts harder and faster, while the ones on my breasts pinch my nipples just right. Every single one of them is working to make me come right now, right here, in front of this boy.

“I’m, oh God, I’m good!” My voice comes out strangled.

“You don’t look good. Maybe you should…”

I come hard. In the middle of the library, with this oblivious boy trying to share his notes, I come on my possessive alpha’s shadows. I slam a hand over my mouth and fake a coughing fit while my pussy clenches around the shadow inside me and slick floods my panties. My whole body shakes. Tears sting my eyes from the effort of staying quiet.

“Shit, are you choking?” Mike-or-Mark starts to stand.

“No!” I wave him off. “Water went down the wrong pipe. I’m fine, please go away!”

He looks offended, but he finally leaves. The second he’s gone, I slump forward on the table, panting.

My phone buzzes.

Shadow Daddy: Good girl. Now pack up your shit.

I don’t argue. My hands shake as I shove my books into my bag, my pussy still pulsing. The shadows pull back and leave me empty and aching.