“You’re okay with dairy, I take it?”
He nods. “In this form.”
“Nice.” I pop my half of the taco in my mouth, making sure to chew with my mouth closed, even though I don’t know why it matters.
You know why.
He finishes his half with delicate bites, then grabs the foil out of my hands and combines it with his into a ball, tossing it into what appears to be a foil-only trash can. I angle for a better look, curious.
“I know it just looks like trash, but it’s so sparkly when I shift,” he explains, his eyes meeting mine.
He sharply tilts his head to the side. “Did you know your eyes glow?”
Wait. Is he flirting with me?
“I wasn’t aware. Then again…” I take a moment to fully appreciate him. “Huh. Your eyes have a sort of glow to them, too.”
He flutters his lashes at me. “Really? And what color do you see?”
I lean in, enjoying the scents of espresso and taco wafting off him. “They’re the color of the Caribbean, a sort of clear turquoise that goes on forever.”
He pulls his plump lower lip through his teeth. “Why, thank you. When I look in the mirror, they’re more of a purplish iridescent.”
I nod along and check my watch.
“Oh, am I boring you? Do you have somewhere to be?”
His teasing tone tickles my balls and spins my head. “Most of your customers don’t come in until six-thirty?”
He shrugs. “At the earliest.”
“Gee,” I say, touching the tip of his nose. “I wonder what we can do with sixteen whole minutes?”
His brows shoot up. “Wow. You’re forward.”
Oh fuck.
“Sorry,” I say, putting my hands up as I step back. “I have a weakness for avians and it’s been a stressful few weeks.”
Poe’s eyes glow even more as he lifts the pass-through and steps aside. “Then let’s see what we can get done in sixteen minutes.”
Holy shit, what the fuck am I doing?
Getting laid, hopefully.
I give him a wolfish smile, unbuckling my belt as I pass through the beaded curtain into a small office area. He follows me, directing me to the tiny couch that takes up half the space. I pull my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, then sit bare-assed on the tiny couch.
He bites his lower lip again, his eyes glinting as a set of translucent underlids blink from the sides. His pretty raven hair develops an iridescent sheen.
“You’re a big boy,” he says appreciatively as he kneels in front of me. Pushing up my shirt, his grin brightens. “And so hairy. Look at this gorgeous pelt.”
He runs his delicate fingers through the fur over my abs and chest, and it’s as if electricity is shooting from his fingertips. My cock sways and drools as he runs his perfect nose up the length of me, using the tip of his tongue to capture the pearl of pre-cum emerging from my slit.
Before I can process what’s happening, he’s got nearly my entire cock in his mouth, sucking as he bobs his head up and down.
“Damn,” I say—growl, really—cupping the back of his head. “Bringing out my wolf with that mouth of yours.”
Buddy, I’ve been here the whole time.
