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“So, just to make sure I have this right. I left my mate alone for a day, and she managed to sacrifice a piece of herself to a glowing woman trapped in a book, travel to one of the Five Realms, risked her life with The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone, and ate from the Yggdrasil Tree. Is that it?”

Mars stood over me with her arms crossed, obscuring her healthy breasts that my eyes kept finding their way down to. They were so full and ready to be nibbled on. And the abs underneath them? My fingers longed to explore every single one.

Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I thought. I’ve literally never been this horny before, even at the height of starting prog.

But the way Mars towered over me while I sat in an old wooden chair left me feeling like I was being scolded by one of my college professors. And I fucking loved it.

Wait, did I? Let me check my updated horny drive, and see if the new kernel I’d flashed it with was hot for teacher. Booting the drive. . . files loading. . . password entered. . . yup. I was now horny for teacher. I just needed Mars to have a fake pair of glasses and a tight bun, both of which would get messed up when I pounced on her.

“Lilith, are you still with me?”

I nodded unconvincingly.

“Yes. Sorry. I’m having a hard time focusing, what with you lecturing me while naked.”

She grinned something fierce and wicked, somehow rising even further over me.

“Did you already forget? You’re in heat.”

Her bitemark on my chest started to warm, and I grew even hungrier for the werewolf locking eyes with me.

“Right! How could I forget? Sorry. I’ve been through a lot of magical shit today. That nugget must have fallen out of my head somewhere between being caught in a giant spider web and washed out of an underground stream,” I mumbled.

My desire for Mars spread further, from my heart right down to my groin. And suddenly, I needed to know just how strong this chair was.

“Sweetey, your pupils are dilated,” Mars chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m going to last until we get back to your farm,” I said, feeling warmer all the time. “The library —”

Mars interrupted me.

“I flipped the sign and locked the front door when I got here. We’re alone.”

Was I really about to do this? At work? There were no security cameras in the basement. Our budget only allowed for two, at the book drop and the side door.

It should have disturbed me how quick I was to toss away conduct and rules that I’d honored since I got this job. But the fever I burned with could only be quenched by fluids from Mars. I needed her to smother me before I sank into a frenzy that hardly felt human.

And I had magic now, right? So who knows what kind of additional sparks would fly if Mars didn’t sate me right. this. moment.

It’s for the safety of Mars and this library that I engage in these explicit acts, I thought, breathing heavily and watching tunnel vision form around the werewolf standing before me with inhuman golden eyes.

She licked her lips and inched closer.

And just before the werewolf jumped my bones, she whispered, “I’m calling a timeout on the lecture for now. But I meant what I said about you losing your alone privileges. You gave me a fucking heart attack today, and I had to leave my truck behind to race here.”

I nodded, barely able to focus.

“So, I’m going to expect a promise from you before this is all over. Got it? You’ve got magic now, and that comes with consequences.”

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Everything in my life has come with consequences from transitioning to leaving home to becoming a werewolf’s mate. Why should becoming a sorceress and gaining Understanding be any different?”

And while I still needed to determine exactly what I Understood now, magical exploration would have to come later. I was the one that needed to come now and by Mars’ hands. My body called to hers in a way I’d never felt before. I suddenly understood why they made those tacky charms that were two pieces of a heart fitting together. My flesh needed to fit together with Mars’.

This was madness. I’d known the woman for two days, and my hunger for her touch, her commands, was out of this world.

“Stand up,” she ordered, and I obeyed.

“The basement door —” I started before Mars interrupted.

“Locked. Now get over here so I can examine your jaw with my tongue.”

Flooded with a foundation of carnal need and lust, I licked my lips and obeyed Mars’ words, throwing myself into her arms. She didn’t even flinch. I felt all the strength in her biceps as one arm snaked around me to squeeze my ass and the other moved so she could lightly grab my hair.

“Call me the Princess of Ida,” I muttered, and Mars leaned down to unite our lips.

Her warm breath lit a fuse in me that went racing toward some bomb tucked away in the back of my skull.

Mars’ tongue raced over mine and explored every single nook and cranny of my mouth, as though she expected it to have changed shape after what I went through. A light moan escaped my lips as she broke away to breathe.

“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, understand?”

And I went weak in the knees at this new sense of authority from her. Her eyes drilled into mine, and I acknowledged all at once how much power and influence over me the alpha had.

“Do you trust me?” she whispered.

I nodded.

“If you tell me to stop at any time, I’ll stop,” she said. “Do you consent to being ridden like a ware in the basement of your workplace?”

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“I consent,” I said, feeling her raw power wash over me and realizing my own stresses from earlier were retreating like Napoleon from a Russian winter.

Mars ran her tongue down my neck, and I shivered, gooseflesh racing down my arms. She pulled me tight against her and inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of my hair and my flesh.

“The magic within you makes you smell different, my mate,” she hissed, inhaling deeply again. “I smell bitter strands from The Maiden’s web, the warm breath of The Mother’s den, and the worn scales of The Crone’s tail that gripped you tight. And your magic carries its own smell, hints of tree sap and acorns. It’s intoxicating to a wolf’s nose.”

She motioned for me to lift off my shirt, and seconds after I did so, Mars unhooked my bra. The feeling of her fingers freeing my tits elicited a small gasp from me.

“You’ll make more noise yet, Little Cottontail.”

Mars pushed me down into the chair with one arm and thread spread her legs wide before sitting in my lap. I had never been more thankful this particular chair didn’t have arms to it. Her weight settled on me, and the werewolf lightly bit the tip of my nose before joining our lips again.

And while our tongues danced, Mars’ hands fondled my breasts, squeezing the nipples just to feel me jump and moan louder. Sparks of passion radiated through my chest with every movement as her fingers massaged my tits.

I broke the kiss.

“Mars. . . I. . . I need you,” I said, struggling to make words.

“I’m right here, my mate. And I will see to your pleasure. Have no fear.”

She continued to fondle my breasts as I sighed in the throes of passion. Hormones flooded my brain with every noise she coaxed from me.

And with every moan, the werewolf straddled me a bit tighter, growing increasingly wet. Her juices dripped down onto me. She ran a finger inside of herself and offered it to me, shimmering with her wetness.

I licked and sucked on her fingers while Mars watched with a smile. When I’d finished, she licked her fingers while my eyes fluttered.

When I was panting, Mars switched places with me after practically ripping off my pants and gaff.

She brought me down into her lap, and I felt her fingers move from my stomach down to the girldick I’d warned her not to touch the other night.

I flinched as warning bells sounded in my mind, dysphoria rearing its ugly head.

“Nnnnnuh,” I hissed, startled.

Mars’ fingers froze at my waist.

“Hey, it’s me. And I remember your rule. I’m not going to touch it, I promise.”

I remained frozen, unable to even breathe.

“Do you trust me?” my mate asked. “Because I swear, we can stop right now if you want. I only want to make you feel good. But I won’t move another inch without your say-so.”

Taking a few shaky breaths, I settled back into Mars’ lap.

“I trust you.”

“Good. Now, be calm, and let Mommy treat you right,” the werewolf said, sinking her teeth into my neck just short of drawing blood.

“Ugh!” I buckled as her raw energy sank into me.

Melting into her embrace, I felt Mars move her fingers further down, pausing to listen to my breathing and heart rate. I took a deep breath as Mars’ fingers moved to the base of my girldick and felt around gently.

My breath hitched when the werewolf found the nerve clusters she was looking for.

“There?” she asked as I shivered.

“Y — yeah.”

Mars started slow with her strokes, applying pressure until I was as hard as going to get. Lightning chased waves of pleasure upward into my core, and I grunted.

“That’s it,” she said, continuing to run her fingers above the shaft of my gock.

And just when I thought Mars couldn’t surprise me anymore, my mate adjusted her fingers again, delicate in exploration.

She avoided the girldick, instead moving her hands to my scrotum and feeling around for a pair of inner canals I couldn’t believe she knew about.

“Doing okay, Little Cottontail?” she asked as I closed my eyes and sank deeper into the werewolf’s lap.

“Yup,” I hissed. “Keep going.”

After more exploration, Mars found my inguinal canals and gradually penetrated them. Fireworks exploded all through me as her fingers pushed a little deeper inside.

“H — how did you know about those?” I gasped.

She continued to finger-fuck my canals as I shook, and ripples of pleasure raced from my core to my spine.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

Mars applied a little more pressure and gave me her most nasty laugh yet.

“Do you like having your trans cunts fingered, Lilith?”

I was shaking too hard to make anything but an animalistic noise.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you sweet thing,” she giggled, again. “How do I know about muffing? I dated a gorgeous transfemme up in Quebec City for a few months. Krystal taught me a few things about how to bring her to ecstasy.”

On the verge of orgasm, I moaned and quivered.

“Mars, I’m about to. . .,” I managed to start before pleasure robbed me of any further words.

Carefully, the werewolf stood us up. She began to grind against me from behind, pulling tighter and applying more pressure in her muffing.

“Ugh!” I hissed. “Mars, I’m going to come.”

With all the firm control of my alpha mate, Mars lowered her lips to my ears and whispered, “Be a good girl and swear on your magic that you’ll never again strike a bargain without telling me first.”

My brain was swimming in ecstasy, so her words didn’t get much thought from me. I was putty in her fingers at this point and willing to give Mars anything she asked for.

So, I struggled through the storm of horniness and bliss to spit out that sentence.

“I swear on my magic not to strike another bargain without telling you first,” I whispered as she thrust against me. I was suddenly reminded of when she took me against her bed, kicking my enjoyment up yet another notch.

With my body shaking uncontrollably from holding back, I felt the dam inside shatter. I came as Mars continued to grind on me. It wasn’t long until she moaned and came against me, a unified contentment washing over both of us.

“Fuck!” I said as Mars guided me back to the chair. I once again sat on her lap as she delivered soft kisses up and down my back.

While we both basked in the afterglow of our sexed-up afternoon, I remembered what she told me to say in the throes of passion and scoffed.

“You. . . you tricked me!” I stammered, not entirely upset, more shocked than anything.

“And you risked my mate’s life today without warning,” Mars said, in between kissing my back. “Besides, I didn’t trick you. It’d be more accurate to say I coaxed you.”

I pictured Mars panicking as I stepped through the red door and realized for the first time how that must have left her feeling numb and raw with worry.

“Your heartbeat vanished, Lilith. It fucking vanished. One minute, I felt you in my chest. The next, you went silent. I was beside myself with dread, hours away from you, powerless to help.”

I opened my mouth to speak and fell silent. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say.

“You were just. . . gone. And I wasn’t here to — shit, Lilith. You found an old book in a dusty cult chamber and surrendered part of yourself to a thing trapped inside. How can you not realize how much danger you put yourself in?”

Mars’ arms wrapped around me tighter as she shook on the verge of tears.

“I’ve already lost too much. If I lost my mate right after finding her, I’d go mad. Before you get mad at me for ensuring you have to speak up before doing something dumb next time, try to understand where I’m coming from,” she said.

How were we having this conversation? We’d fucked twice, and suddenly it felt like our souls had been intertwined for years. Then again, they probably were. We just weren’t aware of it until Mars and I found each other.

“Why does it feel like we’ve already been together for years, Mars? To be having a conversation of this magnitude after two days. . . it’s nuts. And yet, I can’t feel any more impacted by your words than I do right now. My heart is shaking as I hear you about to cry, as you confess your fear to me. And it’s all. . . it’s just. . . ugh,” I said, clutching my chest. “Fuck.”

Mars rested her chin in the crook of my neck and sighed.

“Welcome to being a werewolf’s mate, Little Cottontail. Why you went and decided to become a sorceress on top of that is beyond me. But you won’t do anything like that again without my knowledge from now on.”

Deep inside my being, I felt an acknowledgment that she was right. My brain was buzzing with the feeling of a lock clicking shut. I’d sworn on magic I chanced everything to get. And while Mars may not yet know why I took those risks, I certainly did.

I was going to fix things. I was going to become the mate Mars deserved. And I was going to Understand every scrap of arcane knowledge that I could get my hands on. It’d just be without secret bargains going forward.

“Just. . . catch your breath, sweet thing. We’ll clean up, and I’ll call Buckie to give us a ride out to the farm. And I can introduce you to your new bodyguard when I’m not around.”

Her tone was nothing short of smug, whereas mine was nothing short of shrill.

“My new what?!”