Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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I was riding high on the fact that I went down on Duke, and it was amazing, but I reminded myself that I should not allow the situation to get steamier as I don't want to sleep again.

I moved away from Duke, and in the next moment, he pulled me toward him, lifting me with ease to sit on the kitchen's counter.

"Where do you think you are going?" His hot breath splashed against my lips.

"To shower…", I said weakly while pressing my thighs together.

"You had your breakfast. Don't you think I should have mine?"

I wanted to remind him about the omelet he made, but the fire in his eyes told me that he was talking about me as his breakfast. God, give me strength!

"That…", Duke swallowed the rest of my lame excuses with a scorching kiss that made my mind spin.

I knew that I should push him away, but my arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, and the moment he got between my legs, my ankles connected behind him. Traitors!

His hot palm traveled up my thigh and he growled into my mouth when he realized that the only thing I'm wearing is his t-shirt.

He gripped my waist, and his right hand went between my legs which parted for him fully, giving him easy access.

"Ahh…", I let out a lustful sound when his finger slipped between my folds, making small circles around my clit.

"Fuck! You are so wet!", Duke groaned into my mouth, and then his finger slipped inside me.

Of course, I was wet! I was aroused just by remembering last night even before I came to the kitchen, and having his cock in my mouth only fanned the flames further… and now this.

Duke broke the kiss and I saw him suck on the middle finger of his right hand. The one that was inside me just a second ago. His eyes were closed and his expression blissful like he is savoring the sweetest flavor in the world.

His next kiss made me taste myself on his lips and I shuddered as his fingers started playing with my nipples over the t-shirt.

I jolted at the sound of the front door closing and Duke pulled out of the kiss abruptly before he turned swiftly to face the door, shielding me with his body.

"Why are you here?", Duke growled impatiently.

"I smelled food." It was Sergio. "Did you start cooking again?"

"Get out!", Duke spat.

After a brief pause, Sergio spoke again. "Why do I smell a female? And it's a repeat scent. Wait! This one is stronger. Is she still here? Is that why you are telling me to leave?"

I was confused. What repeat scent? To werewolves, every person should have a unique scent.

I peeked over Duke's shoulder, and I saw that Sergio's eyes flashed in surprise.

"Oh… I guess I should leave…", he said clumsily. "Sorry, I… my plants bloomed overnight and then I smelled food and… I apologize."

"Wait!", I called, preventing Sergio from leaving and Duke frowned at me.

I knew that Sergio should scram and give us privacy, but if he leaves, Duke and I will definitely continue, and I will pass out again, and then there was a thing about plants and repeat scent I wanted to hear more about.

"It's not nice to chase him away…", I told Duke.

"He can buzz off!", Duke responded to me while glaring at Sergio. "Why are you still here?"

I put my palm on Duke's cheek, forcing him to focus on me. "Maybe it's OK for you to be like that because you know each other well, but if you send him away because of me, he will hate me."

Duke cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you care about his opinion?"

"Because he is an important person in your life. Wouldn't you prefer that my father approves of you?"

Duke paused for a second and he opened his mouth to protest, but a second later he closed his mouth and nodded in agreement.

I glanced over Duke's shoulder and saw that Sergio was sitting at the table already and grinning while eyeing the pan on the stove. Shameless.

I hugged Duke and whispered, "Help me get down…".

I could hop down on my own, but there was a risk of the t-shirt moving and exposing my private parts.

Duke pulled the hem of the t-shirt lower before lifting me. He sat on the chair opposite Sergio, with me on his lap.

Duke's erection poked my bottom and I tried to squirm away, but the strength of his grip around my waist told me that leaving is not an option.

"About that breakfast…", Sergio reminded Duke who rolled his eyes at him before tilting his head toward the stove.

"Help yourself.", Duke said grumpily and buried his face in my neck.

Duke's hot breath fanned my skin, but my attention was on his slightly sweaty palm that rested on my thigh or to be more precise, it was his fingers that were roaming in the area of the hem of my t-shirt, teasing and touching, and I knew that he was struggling not to get handsy.

Sergio got two plates without searching. He divided the omelet in two, placing one plate in front of us, and taking the second one for him.

Even with only half the portion, the big plate was full. Was Duke planning to eat all this by himself? Duke has a big appetite, but I knew that he would rather eat me than the omelet. That thought made me happy.

I watched Sergio who was on the opposite side of the table, eating with gusto like he owns the place. He even made a small moaning sound after putting the first bite into his mouth.

Sergio was intrusive by all standards, but he is a werewolf, and they don't think much about nudity or carnal pleasures, so I couldn't blame him for it. I heard and saw plenty while visiting Zoe, Luca, and Ash at Fynn's place.

It took a few visits for Fynn's crew to get used to my presence and to act normally. When we were gathered in common areas, most of the werewolves behaved, however, in the forest was another thing. My level of awkwardness didn't diminish the more I bumped into couples who indulged in satisfying their primal needs. I grew up in an environment where modesty is valued, even if it's fake, and the behavior of the werewolves would be labeled as outrageous, at best.

However, part of me admired werewolves for being open about their sexuality and I hoped that one day I will reach the point when I'm bold enough so that my inner thoughts and desires don't make me flustered when someone finds out about them.

I wondered if Sergio could smell my arousal. That was highly likely.

I tried to focus on the man who was holding me on his lap.

I took the fork and cut a bite-sized piece of soft omelet with diced vegetables, before offering it to Duke who ate obediently.

After the third bite, Duke asked, "What about you?"

I smiled slyly. "I ate earlier. It was quite filling."

Duke's lips lifted into a smile that reflected in his eyes. It was a naughty secret we shared, and I loved it.

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