MALCOLM
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"If you're a virgin, then explain how you got Rylan."
I watch the colour bleach from her face. She does that thing where she opens her mouth and closes it countless times. Then she settles on a curt, "I don't have to explain anything to you."
Oh yeah?
I abandon the sink, drawing closer to where she's perched on a stool. I notice how her robe parts to reveal creamy flesh. My canines throb with the consuming urge to mark her, it worsens when I scent the lingering musk of her orgasm. I want in on my tongue.
Patience, I tell myself. There is apt time for that.
I lean over the table. While she doesn't pull away, I notice the flush spreading around her cheeks. My little minx is just as attracted to me as I am to her.
"You're curious about me," I say. Her guard lowers and I cat
