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“Strip.” Wednesday looks up from her book, one of her eyebrows arched. “What?” Enid stands at the foot of their bed, arms crossed, her eyes bright. “You heard me. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” “And if I refuse?” Wednesday’s tone is challenging, but she’s already closing the book and setting it aside with slowness. “Then I’ll do it for you.” Wednesday’s pulse quickens. She can feel it in her throat, between her legs. She stands, maintaining eye contact with her girlfriend as she works to discards her clothing with precision. “You’re being unusually assertive tonight.” Enid lets out a sigh, giving her nothing more. “Now lie down. On your back.” Wednesday submits, settling against the pillows as excitement builds in her stomach. Enid climbs over her, straddling her hips. Enid captures both of Wednesday’s wrists in one of her hands, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there,” Enid commands. “Enid—” “No talking, either.” Enid’s free hand traces down Wednesday’s sternum, between her breasts, across her ribs. “Not unless it’s to tell me what you need.” Wednesday’s breath hitches as Enid’s mouth finds her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks against the skin. Those warm hands map her body with possession, cupping her breasts; Wednesday’s hips lift, seeking friction. “Behave.” Enid’s voice is sweet. She kisses down Wednesday’s body, teeth grazing sensitive skin, tongue tracing the hollow of her hip. When she spreads Wednesday’s thighs, settling between them, Wednesday is already wet and dripping onto the sheets below. She places a kiss to Wednesday’s inner thigh, nipping at the tender skin, breathing hot against her cunt without touching her. Wednesday’s fingers twist in the fabric above her head. “Touch me.” It comes out rougher than Wednesday intended, almost desperate. Unlike her. “Where?” Enid’s fingers trace close to her opening, not quite where Wednesday needs them. “You know where.” Wednesday chokes, her eyes squeezing shut at the teasing. “Say it.” Wednesday’s jaw clenches. There’s a palpable silence now, Wednesday swears Enid could hear her heartbeat thump against her ribcage. Enid waits, patiently. She has all night. It’s quiet but urgent. “Enid. My clit. Touch my clit.” Enid smiles, her fangs digging into her own lip. “Good girl.” The praise sends unexpected heat flooding through Wednesday’s body. She doesn’t get much time to process it before Enid’s mouth is on her, tongue firm against her clit. Wednesday gasps, Enid works her with confidence. Enid slides a fingers inside. “Fuck, Sinclair—” She adds a second finger, curling upward and stretching Wednesday open, increasing the pressure of her tongue until Wednesday comes hard. Her hips buck against Enid’s face, a cry escaping her lips. Enid doesn’t stop. She works Wednesday through the first orgasm and straight into a second, fingers pumping, her pace quickened. Wednesday’s hands fly down to tangle in her hair, holding Enid hard against her as pleasure builds again. “Sinclair,. Enid, Fuck, I—” Enid adjusts the angle of her fingers, finding the spot inside that makes Wednesday’s back arch off the bed. Head lifted, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can.” Her head lowers, tongue circling Wednesday’s swollen clit with some gentleness now. Wednesday’s thighs tremble around Enid’s head, her grip tightening in the werewolf’s hair as the second orgasm builds sharper than the first. When it hits, a cry breaks from her throat, her whole body convulsing as Enid holds her through it. Enid withdraws her fingers, slipping them past Wednesday’s lips and into her mouth. “Taste yourself.” Wednesday’s eyes lock onto Enid’s as she opens her mouth obediently, tongue swirling around her girlfriend’s fingers, tasting her own arousal. Her pupils dilate at the intimacy of it, Enid offering another smile. “You did so well for me,” she whispers, tilting her head to the side. “Thank you for trusting me.”