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The Austrian took his time, slowly working me open, then Phil picked up the pace. His urgency caused a familiar tension to build in my waist. Discomfort faded and pleasure quickly replaced it, and soon we were moving in perfect sync. Soon, I moaned and groaned with every thrust of his hips.

The power he put into each forward push nearly sent me into the headboard, and I flattened my hands on it to keep my head from going into the wood frame. The other Hunter noticed and quickly lifted me, sitting me on him and thrusting upwards.

“Oh, shit!” I gasped in surprise, the position much deeper than the first. Suddenly scared by the pleasure and feeling, I wrapped my arms around him. “Wait...”

Phillip devoured my lips, lifting me around the waist. “Move with me. Don’t stop.”

I yielded to his words and gyrated my hips, and the pressure of another orgasm collected in my waist. Without warning, I was taken over the edge again and threw my head back into a soundless cry. Phillip smothered his own groan into my neck and plowed into me several more times before stiffening.

Fucking amazing.

Everything from the waist down was pleasantly numb, and I breathed through the remnants of overpowering pleasure, enslaved to the brand-new feeling.

Phillip brushed back wet hair. “You doing okay?”

I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. “Depends on what you mean by okay,” I joked breathlessly.

Post-orgasm, I didn’t know whether to get off of him or stay where I was. It didn’t occur to me to ponder what I’d do after I had sex for the first time. Usually, sex was with someone you were dating, and generally people cuddled afterwards.

I wasn’t exactly sure what two people who weren’t dating did after it was finished.

“I should shower,” I whispered, trying to slyly get off of his lap.

Phillip didn’t let me get far. “The serum is still affecting you. I’ll help.” I went to protest, but a finger on my lips silenced me. “It’s better if you just let me have my way this once.”

“Fine.”

His boyish smile restarted my pulse, which had only just settled down after losing my virginity to the last man I ever thought I’d give it to.

“Good girl.”

I couldn’t even explain why the affectionate, somewhat misogynistic way of calling out to me pleased me, but it did. And really, my head was a mess. Not the mess I thought it would be, though.

I wanted to keep going. I wanted more. Once wasn’t going to satisfy me, and I wasn’t brave enough to ask for another round. Not even under the influence of alcohol.

It was the last thing I thought I’d struggle with as Phillip carried me to the bathroom and got the shower ready for us.