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Nerve endings were jangling. Things were buzzing.
    Why was he pushing her away?
    “We have to do this in stages—slowly, okay?”
    She wasn’t even sure if she still understood what the word
slowly meant.
    “But…you…”
    “Slowly,” he said, and somehow he’d gotten her entire
uniform buttoned up and closed back together. “Come back tomorrow.”
    “Well, of course I will—but…”
    “Go on. I’ll be fine. I’ve waited to touch you for a year. I
can wait another day.”
    He sounded sincere. He really did. Strange thing was,
however, he didn’t look sincere. He looked in agony and most of him was
juddering like a broken-down washing machine, and when she finally sighed and
turned and picked up her tray, she could see he’d pulled his lower lip right
into his mouth.
    The way he did when he was in pain.
    “Are you sure I can’t—”
    “Go, before someone realizes you’re missing.”
    She went. Though doing so posed several problems she hadn’t
really thought about until she got out of the door and started walking down the
narrow corridor to the lab.
    The first being that she couldn’t really walk properly. He’d
destroyed her major motor functions. Her body kept sort of sloping to the left,
and everything between her legs still felt hot and swollen and slick. Too hot
and swollen and slick.
    She was almost certain people could tell. She only passed
two people on the way to the lab and then back, in the direction of her room,
but even so those two people definitely knew something was up. Her face felt
hot and her hair felt all coming out of her ponytail on one side where he’d
pushed his hand, and all she could think was, I wish I’d touched him in
return . I wish I’d taken him in my mouth or in my cunt, then fucked him
until he burst. I wish it I wish it I wish—
    “Hey, Serena, you okay? You look like you’re…straining.”
    Oh God no. Tara. Tara coming down the corridor from the
canteen, as she tried to actively run toward the living quarters.
    “Yeah, I’m totally fine,” she said, but there were two
things wrong with doing so. Number one—she’d shouted the words over her
shoulder as she got up a mild jog. Number two—she’d used the word “totally”.
    Nobody said totally unless they really meant I’ve just
let a werewolf bring me to a fantastic, incredible orgasm and now I’m thinking
about fucking him and fucking him until he dies .
    Though she had to say, Tara would probably appreciate the
last part of that equation. Serena wondered if her friend knew she had blood in
her blonde hair. Or if she understood she was looking more and more insane
lately, like a person on the edge of doing something terrible.
    Eating a werewolf, perhaps.
    “Slow down then, for goodness sake! I wanted to talk to you
about this one wolf, who—”
    “I really have to get to my room, Tara. I’m so tired—the big
werewolf is a lot of work, you know.”
    Boy, was he ever.
    “Oh my God, has he actually started reacting to stuff?
Because when I did stuff to him he barely made a sound. Kind of like he was
asleep, even when he looked awake.”
    God, God, she didn’t want to hear this now. Hell, she hadn’t
wanted to hear it before, so Tara trying to tell her tales of torturing Connor
after she’d just had his mouth on hers and his hands…there…it just wasn’t
kosher. It wasn’t something her soul could reasonably take.
    “Tara, seriously—I’m exhausted,” she said, as she ground to
a reluctant halt by her quarters.
    “You look it. Jesus. Have you got a temperature? Because
this fortress in quadrant five got struck down by a re-emergence of bubonic
plague—did you hear? So you know, if you’re feeling sick you should really
report—”
    “I will. I swear to God I will.” She opened the door to her
room, and when she stepped inside she made damn sure there was no room for Tara
to sneak in. It wasn’t really that hard to achieve, however. Her room was the
size of a shoebox. “After