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The library smelled of paper, dust, and ink. The silence inside the building was deafening in the way only forced and intense silence could be. Only the sound of the occasional rustle of papers alerted Cymmie that there were people nearby, since she wasn't exactly in the line of sight of anyone.

The golden wolf was far in the back of the library's bookshelves, searching through them for an interesting book to read. Her life had been fairly calm since the last arrival of Shadow. He had left her alone for several weeks, and though the time should have relaxed her, it instead put her on edge. She was constantly looking for him everywhere she went, expecting to get some surprise in the worst place.

Every time she danced she expected to see Shadow lounging against the wall, waiting for her to go in the back so he could fuck her senseless and leave without a care in the world.

But lost in the books, Cymmie wasn't worried for once. The smell of the library comforted her anxious body, and she breathed it in gratefully. As she inhaled though, something was off. That scent she was so in tune with, appeared.

Her eyes widened with both excitement and fear, and her clothed chest began to rise and fall faster with her quickened breath. She was shaking as she slid her book back into place, but it wasn't because of the anxiety she felt at his smell, no it was because of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The feeling that she was falling, caused her stomach to bottom out.

She quickly moved farther into the back, slinking into the depths of the library to where few went but the actual librarians. She tried to control her breathing, but he got to her so easily. Just the scent of him for god sake caused her head to spin.

She remembered in the beginning she used to hate him, now she didn't know how she felt about him. Cymmie didn't like him, but she loved certain things about him. His alpha characteristics, that strength and power that could put her on her knees so fast she would do anything he said.

He rounded her out perfectly, able to take charge when she needed it and demand things from her. She shuddered as her arousal spiked, remembering her first meeting with him. Shadow was dangerous though, she could tell by the look in his eyes and the feral strength in his muscles.

That was why she kept herself distant from him. Otherwise she would've allowed herself to seek him out, and with the way she reacted to him it would have been easy to find him.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she realized she had done something stupid; she had made herself vulnerable; as always. Before she knew it she was walking in to the gorgeous jaguar. His black and blue fur covered by a black dress shirt and blue jeans.

Shadow smirked at her, "Ah there's my wolf."

Cymmie snarled at him and turned to walk away from him but he gripped her arm, in a firm but gentle hand that demanded respect, and drew her to him. She didn't try to fight her way out of his arms, she probably could have, and he wouldn't force her to stay because he knew he didn't have to.

"Little wolf, don't run away," he growled in her ear and nipped her half exposed shoulder.

She could feel his erections against her jean-clad ass, pressing insistently, wanting attention. Her arousal multiplied ten fold, and she groaned as he pushed his hips against her backside. Her tail lifted of its own accord and she shuddered as he was that much closer to being inside her.

He flipped her around and pushed down on her shoulder, his eyes glimmering as he stared into hers, she obediently fell to her knees. Why should she fight it? It made no sense right now to her lust filled brain; she wanted to please him and would.

She made quick work of his button and zipper, pushing his pants open and staring with pure desire at his two blue erections in front of her muzzle.

As Cymmie kneeled there the world disappeared and it was only Shadow and her, the two of them together. Though she was sure everyone could smell the arousal radiating from their area in the library, hell they didn't even have to smell it, just feel the pure energy and electricity that sparked between the two of them as Cymmie took a hold of Shadow's top erection and licked it from base to tip in one long stroke of her tongue.

Shadow's paw fell upon her head and he shuddered, his dick twitching at the touch of her tongue, and he nudged his hips forward toward her muzzle.

His musk filled her mouth, rolling across her tongue as she took his tip into her mouth and the bottom of his two erections brushed across the fur of her partially exposed chest. Her hand came up to enclose the bottom shaft, and she stroked him slowly as she suckled on the tip of his top erection. A splash of precum from both of them rewarded her efforts, one drop staining the fur in between her pads and the other drop spreading across her tongue.

Shadow grew tired of the teasing however, Cymmie could tell as he took her head in between his paws and pushed he head farther down until her small jaw was stretching uncomfortably to accommodate his girth. She couldn't breathe as he held her there, purring and watching her through half-closed blue eyes that showed complete power.

She pushed at his pelvis, and he released her head just as she choked around him and he smirked, growling with excitement as her throat closed around him tightly. Cymmie took in several deep breaths, hips canting forward and back, slightly, of their own accord.

"You liked that, did you?" Shadow observed with a smug tone to his voice.

Instead of responding, Cymmie quickly went back to work, swallowing him down as far as she could, and sliding up, finding that rhythm that made it work so well.

Shadow was soon leaning against a bookshelf, watching her through eyes clouded with lust as his hips twitched to match the bobbing of her head. But Cymmie could tell he was starting to lose control, which she only think he had because he didn't want her to know how much she got to him when she did this.

He grabbed her head fur, gripping the short strands there with each paw and began to fuck her mouth. The grip on her fur caused her to moan around him, which must have sent vibrations through his top dick because he whispered some profanity that she couldn't hear quite right because her ears were pressed so hard against her head.

His lower erection was rubbing hard against her breasts and the silver cloth of her button-up shirt. Her hips were rocking, looking for some friction, but she refused to remove her paws from his flesh. Then he was shoving her down hard on his erection and cumming down her throat, until let her up and let her swallow the rest. Exactly at the same time his other erection let loose a stream of cum on her chest, staining her shirt and fur a creamy white, marking her strongly with his scent.

She ran her tongue around her muzzle and looked up at him with glazed eyes, realizing everyone would really know now what they had been up to, because of the white staining her cream colored chest.

He watched her with a smug smile and then tucked himself back into his pants, zipped them back up and said, "I would love to play with you, little wolf, but you tend to be loud. Right now is not the time. If you really need it, seek me out next time."

Cymmie made a face of anger, suddenly the lustful glow gone from her eyes, replaced with fires of indignation. How dare he think she'd seek him out!

But he was already turning and leaving, Cymmie horny as all hell and pissed off couldn't say anything that could protect her dignity. So she merely wiped off as much as she could of the cooling cum onto the floor, and left the library with embarrassment and frustration burning in her stomach. Damn those cats!