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“Don’t fucking talk. Are you new here?”

The other slid her palm over my already flagging erection. I gritted my teeth, fighting the impulse to fling her hand away. She moved to kiss me, and I jerked my chin away from her. “Not on the mouth,” I growled.

This wasn’t working.

I closed my eyes and let the fantasy of Sunday take over like the addict I was. The hands touching me became hers, the scent filling my nose, her cunt, and just like that, my dick thickened, and desire came roaring back. If I let myself, I could almost feel her wolf calling for mine. I could pretend she’d bared her throat and given in, letting me mark her and mate her.

Something inside me went taut, not with need but with an agonizing pain so intense I gasped. My eyes flew open, and I shoved both women off me, not caring that I’d practically thrown them onto the ground.

Something was very fucking wrong with Sunday.