“Yes.Like that.Just keep—” Words fail as my muscles tense again.
I release him, only to immediately dig my nails into the flesh of his leg.Then, the snap comes, and I’m clenching and crying out his name.
“Zoey!”
He leaves off my clit, using both his hands to grasp at my hips, holding me to him, grinding into me.I’m almost too lost in my orgasm daze to hear his triumphant shout.Warner bucks, once.Twice.Then, he collapses back on the bed, dragging me with him.
Our postcoital recovery isn’t relaxed.The two of us gasp and pant as if we didn’t breathe the entire time we moved together.My fingers and toes continue to twitch with aftershocks.I flex them to ease the tension from my orgasm.In fact, I need to stretch every muscle in my body.
Intending to do so, I roll off Warner’s chest, aiming for the space at his side.He catches me before I can get away, clutching my body to his.
“Where’re you going?”he slurs.
I prop my chin up on his chest so I can meet his eyes.“Usually have to stretch after a workout like that.”
Warner’s body shakes with a chuckle.“Careful you don’t fall.”
Curious, I glance to the side and realize I was about to roll straight off the edge of the bed.Hitting the hardwood floor would’ve been a major mood dampener.
“Got it.Officially rolling in the other direction.”
This time, Warner lets me go, and I bounce onto his cushy mattress.
Immediately, I extend my arms above my head, moaning in pleasure as my muscles welcome the movement.
“Fucking hell.Keep making that noise, and I’m going to be ready to go again before you know it.”
“Promises,” I murmur, settling into a comfortable sprawl.
Warner shifts onto his side, bending an elbow and propping his head in his hand to stare down at me.He reaches a hand out to my hair, and I hear a click.When he pulls back, I spy my hair clip in his fingers, glittering gold in the sunlight from his window.
The werewolf examines my little craft as if he finds it fascinating.
“Can I see you change?”I ask.
Warner raises a brow, setting my hair clip on the nightstand.“Into my wolf?”
I nod.“That’s not offensive to ask, is it?”
As a smile stretches across his face, I get the sense I’ve done the complete opposite of offend him.He looks pleased, if slightly wary.The next second, he’s off the bed and in the middle of the room.
Every inch of his glorious, naked body on display.
“This’ll take longer than last time since it’s not the full moon and there’s no danger around.You sure you want to see?”
“Yes.”I pull a sheet over me as I sit up, ready to watch magic in action.
“All right.Prepare to be amazed.”Warner closes his eyes and stands completely still.
Almost a full minute passes without anything happening.Long enough that doubt shadows my excitement.Even after talking to my mother, I realize I’m not completely convinced I didn’t imagine the whole incident.That my mind hasn’t found another way to betray me.
Then, the space around Warner darkens, as if a black fog has risen in the air.The darkness clings to his skin, obscuring him, until I can’t resist the urge to rub my eyes, trying to dispel the blur.
The distorted mass shifts, lowers, then dissipates.
And I’m alone in an apartment with a wolf.
A very large wolf.
