“You want me to carry you to the bed?”Please say yes.
“No.”
“Then—”
“How do you feel about fucking me up against a wall?”
My answer is to scoop her up in my arms, holding her close against my chest as I move to the middle of the room.
“Which wall?”
Zoey chuckles, smoothing her hands over my tight shoulders.Her touch is fire and torture, and I never want her to stop.
Instead of choosing, she leans into me and bites the lobe of my ear.
I grunt and stumble forward, finding the nearest space, an expanse of bare wood to press her up against.My hips and chest pin her in place, and she gasps when I rock against her.
But then she utters the one word sure to freeze all the heated lust coursing through me.
“Stop,” Zoey commands.
And I listen, immediately stepping back and letting her feet settle on the floor.My eyes trace over her body, searching for where I went wrong.Nothing is obvious, but I yearn to know.To correct my mistake.
“Zoey, I?—”
“Do you want to lick my pussy again?”
A shiver works a slow path through my body, and I can imagine blackness seeping into my eyes.
“Yes,” I growl.
The thought of having Zoey’s taste on my tongue brings my animalistic nature to the surface.
“Then, get on your knees.”
I drop fast and press my face into her belly, breathing in her sweet, earthy scent.Zoey sighs a happy note as I nose through her curls, then lifts a thigh to give me better access.Her eyes flutter closed at the first swipe of my tongue.Hands in my hair, leg slung over my shoulder, bare breasts thrust forward.She is a goddess.Powerful.Taking what she wants from me without an ounce of embarrassment.
This is what I hungered for after that first night in the bar.I needed her, this woman who wouldn’t be afraid of me or mine.Someone fierce and bold.Unafraid to dominate even the most terrifying of monsters.
Maybe Zoey Gunner isn’t the type of person looking for control out in the world, but here, in our passion, she holds court.In our pack of two, she is the alpha, and I am her devoted beta.
A human who knows about my claws and fangs, yet still demands I drop to my knees and lick her cunt.
Her moans mix with gasps as her nails dig into my scalp.The sharp pricks go straight to my cock, and I fist myself, even as I circle my tongue around her clit.
“That’s it,” she groans, writhing against the wall, rocking into my face.
Arousal tastes sharp and tangy, not like food, but delicious in a forbidden way.I bury my face in her folds.Her warmest spot.
“Warner …” Zoey pants my name, and I stare up at her through the valley of her breasts.Maple-brown eyes connect with mine.“Make me come,” she demands.
My balls tighten, wanting to join her.But it’s too soon.If I can last, I’ll be inside her, surrounded by her tight warmth.
Sliding my lips back to her clit, I suck until she’s gasping on screams.Her leg buckles, but I catch my goddess, slinging her other leg over my shoulder and pressing her to the wall as the orgasm ripples through her.
After a moment, I realize the painful, pleasurable grip on my hair has loosened, and instead, she’s stroking my sweat-damp strands.
“Good werewolf.”
