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I groaned. “Yeah, mention to him that I’m
back, I’ll stop by at some point,” I said, wondering how I had managed to get
so caught up with things to forget about trying to get a job. Normally, this
would be the first thing I’d be worried about. But since I was banging my best friend
who was a werewolf…well, I guess my priorities were slipping away from me.
    “Alright, see you later.” She said, picking her purse up
from the couch and walking towards the door. “And remember,” she called out
over her shoulder, “there’s no such thing as too much fun!”
    I shook my head and grinned to myself as she shut the door
behind her. I looked down at the can of whipped cream in my hand, and feeling
slightly ridiculous, but also kind of sexy, I sneaked back into my bedroom.
    Trent was still sound asleep, his turgid wood saluting the
ceiling. I took a deep breath.
    ‘ Come on. You’ve
always wanted to do something like this ,’ I urged myself. I snuck up over
to him and sprayed the whipped cream in my hand, slowly moving it over his
silky hardness. I closed my eyes and shuddered at the smooth sensation. It was
soft and delicious, and I could only imagine how good it would taste.
    I opened my eyes and giggled at the sight of his member
covered in the white, cloud-like cream. I brought my mouth over it, the sweetness
caressing my mouth.
    He stirred again, and this time I heard him groan a bit. I
took his cock deep into my mouth, letting his thickness slide down to the back
of my throat.
    “Good morning,” he said, looking up with at me with a
bemused grin. I pulled my mouth off him and smiled.
    “Good morning to you too,” I replied before moving myself
back down his length, cradling his balls with my tongue. A low, guttural noise
came from his mouth and reverberated through my body, sending me in a dizzying
delight. I played with him, moving my hands and mouth over him until he nearly
lost it , and he sat up and threw me back on the best, growling and smiling as
he pinned my wrists up by my head.
    “You’re a tease,” he said, and I giggled. He kissed me all
over my face, keeping my hands firmly above my head and clasping my thighs
together with his.
    “Well you’re keeping me prisoner. There’s not much I can do
to prove otherwise.”
    “True,” he grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to have my way
with you…”
    But before he could have his way with me, a flash filled my
mind. It was Lola, and though I couldn’t tell quite what was going on, I could
see her face in my mind, clear as day. Something was not right.
    “Crap,” Trent muttered.
    “What’s happening?” I said, sitting up as he released my
hands.
    “She’s probably off being crazy again. The thing is, we
can’t afford any more sightings. They get people unsettled, and not to mention
the Knights…”
    His face clouded over for a second. I gave him a look, but I
understood. My romantic history aside, the Cyrus people really didn’t seem like
people we wanted to get involved with if we didn’t have to.
    “I still feel really bad about Lola,” I admitted, glancing
over at him with a look of remorse.
    “Yeah. Me too.” He clenched his jaw. “You may not believe
me, but I really did swear that I would imprint her once we got married. I
never thought I’d…” he looked at me, and I felt a wash of guilt overcome me. I
had avoided thinking about Lola so far, mostly because it was easy to peg this
as her fault. To make her out to be the bad guy. But really, I couldn’t blame
her. If I were in her shoes I would kill me. And somehow, I wouldn’t put it
past her to try.
    “Yeah, I fucked up. This is my fault just as much as it is
yours. I should go talk to her,” I said, biting my lip nervously as I imagined
facing that horrific wolf from my dreams.
    Trent shook his head. “This is my fault. I was the one
engaged to her, not you. Besides…I get why you want to apologize, but she’s
definitely not in a good space right now. Even if