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Then he pulled away, leaving me whimpering. The line had grown. At least a dozen people now, murmuring excitedly. Marcus gestured to the next—a man carrying a tray. Wax play. My eyes widened. Oh fuck. The man lit the candle, letting red wax drip onto my stomach first. Hot. Searing for a second, then cooling into tight pleasure. He moved higher, dripping wax over my clamped nipples. I screamed, the heat intensifying the bite of the clamps. Lower now. Thighs. Closer to my pussy.

I say. "Okay, so I'm going to drop in on your skin and I need you to safeword if it gets too much," he says and I nod. I watch as he drips the wax onto my abs, a little at a time and always moving to different places. I moan at the feeling of it on my cold skin.

I squirmed and bucked as if that would remove the wax from me, but it just spread the liquid farther until it cooled. "Fucking whore! I thought you wanted men to cover you in hot white liquid!" He laughed at my pathetic mewling. He tilted the candle again and the hot wax dropped onto my breasts. "Please! Please!" I sobbed and writhed. "I'm not done finding how far your desperation will carry you." He continued, "Picture this - nipple claps pull your breasts forward." As he was speaking, he pulled my breast up by pinching my nipple with his hands as if to demonstrate his point.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I smile encouragingly, pulling my t-shirt off overhead and tossing it aside. I swear I feel Jax’s eyes on me before I dart a glance over my shoulder, confirming that he is, indeed, watching. So I might as well make it good, right? I shimmy out of my workout shorts, bending over at the waist, making a show of it. Slide my panties down my thighs. Twist a little as I pull my sports bra off overhead to give him a nice shot of side-boob. Then I call my wolf forward, feeling the familiar tingles all over my body, starting in my chest and radiating out through my limbs, my fingers, my toes.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Mira moved slowly down his torso, letting each line of wax trace a path along his skin-between his pecs, over one nipple, then the other. When wax hit his left nipple, he growled. "Fuck-Mira-" "Good," she whispered. "Let it out." She rolled her hips just slightly, letting her pussy graze the top of his cock. He twitched under her, groaning deep, his hands gripping the edge of the table even though she hadn't told him to hold anything.

The presence of Xerxes, the wolf within, stirred within Wyatt, acknowledging the closeness. His hand naturally found its way to rest on her waist, bringing her even nearer. Lost in the moment, she gently tilted her head towards his face. Her hazel eyes, filled with an intriguing storm, met Wyatt's cyan blue gaze. His lashes blinked, creating a momentary eclipse on his cheeks. The strawberry lip gloss she wore glistened on her lips as she planted a soft peck on his bearded cheek. Wyatt closed his eyes, savoring the subtle yet satisfying sensation. Inside his head, Xerxes urged him to take it further.