Page 35 of Even Werewolves Learn

If I get any closer, she’ll feel how hard I am for her despite the fabric of my pants and the very thin fabric of her light-pink skirt.

If I bend my face just a little, I could replace my thumb with my tongue.

I don’t move, though.

“Have you ever thought about what a knot like this would feel inside of you, Constance?” I ask, and I’m not even trying to control my voice anymore. It’s rough, and maybe I’m turning into Wolfe, because it almost sounds like a growl.

Constance gulps again.

“I’m going to need words now, Constance,” I say in the same tone of voice.

I’m barely holding on to my control. I can feel that I’m leaking precum in my pants already, and that my cock is all but begging to be free and in Constance’s hands.

“Yes,” she answers, breathless.

“Yes, what, Constance?”

“Yes, I’ve imagined what a knot would feel inside of me,” she says, and her cheek turns warm against my palm as I see the other one turn red.

“And do you like the idea of it?” I ask, pushing my luck because she hasn’t bolted out already.

“Yes,” she answers, and she sounds even more breathless this time.

“Would you like to find out if it feels as good as you imagine?” I ask her.

I’m not moving. I refuse to spook her as I wait for her answer.

“Maybe,” she says, and I hear a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

This is more than I could hope. This is not a “no,” or a “never.” It’s an opening, a possibility.

But this is not a “yes” either.

And so I take a step back.

“When you’ve made up your mind, I’d like to show you,” I say, and because I’m an asshole, I take advantage of her stunned look to put my lips where my thumb was seconds ago, and I kiss her.

It’s short, soft, and still wet from when her tongue licked my thumb, but that’s all I allow myself.

And then, I’m crossing the room to my desk, taking my bag, and I leave without another word.

19

Constance

Idon’t know what just happened.

One moment Louis was in front of me, asking me questions I thought were only possible in my wet dreams, and the next he’s disappeared.

I know he kissed me.

I know.

I also know I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t want to.

But now, I feel hot and bothered, and I’m pretty sure I soaked the back of my skirt in addition to my panties.