Harmony’s POV
“Butterfly, I want you to come over and sit on my face so I can make you c*m 'til you can’t breathe anymore.”
That was the last text I got from Mr. Rossi—Professor Rossi—as I sat through Civics Across the Realms.
Needless to say, the scent of my arousal practically painted the air. Yeah, I know they all smelled me. The wolves. The bears. Even what I think was a wolverine shifter—rare and damn near extinct—was sniffing the air and sneaking glances my way.
I didn’t give a damn.
I sighed, shoved my phone into my bag, and forced myself to focus on the lesson. Barely.
After class, I met Ann and Jasmine back at the condo. Jasmine was pacing like a lunatic, all in a frenzy because she smelled her mate but didn’t get to meet him.
“I’m happy for you, Jas,” I told her, genuinel
