Zoey is all curves and soft edges. I can see her nipples through the lacy material of her bra. I want to suck on them, see how wild I can drive her with my tongue on those sensitive peaks. Then, I want to drag her panties off and tongue her core until she’s screaming my name. I stalk across the room to where she leans back against the couch. I’m almost to her, hands reaching, when Zoey dodges my grip by dropping to her knees.

“What …” My question trails off as she undoes my belt buckle and slides the leather free.

“Do you mind if I suck your dick? I imagined it once, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” Her fingers pause on my fly as she stares up at me. Waiting for my permission.

“Sure. Go for it.” My attempt at sounding casual fails when the words come out on a choked breath.

Zoey makes quick work of my pants zipper, and her eager hands push the material down, along with my briefs. I’m half hard from the sight of her on her knees, and when she makes a happy noise and wraps her hand around the base of me, I grow to my full length.

“I’m STI-free,” she informs me. “Tested three months ago and haven’t been with anyone in a year. When was the last time you were checked? Do werewolves get STIs?”

Everything about her, even her curious questions about werewolf health, turns me on.

“As far as I know, we don’t get them. But my doctor gave me the all clear a month ago.” The words come out rushed; I’m happy to share the info, but I want to get to the promise in her eyes.

“And you haven’t been with anyone since?”

I shake my head, losing my voice as she adjusts her grip on my hard length.

“Good.” She gazes up at me as her hand slides up and down my cock, almost leisurely in the slow movement. “What do you like, Warner?”

When I hesitate, she leans forward, pressing a hot kiss to my stomach, making my ab muscles twitch in response. Her free hand wraps around the back of my thigh, gripping firmly, holding herself against me. And all the while, she strokes.

“What do you like?” she whispers again, breath warm against my skin. Then, her tongue sneaks out, teasing me with a lick, like an offering. Showing what I can ask for.

But all I manage is a confession, courtesy of my lust-soaked brain.

“I-I haven’t … done this.”

Zoey doesn’t back away in surprise. She simply nuzzles her nose against my hip bone. “You’ve never gotten a blow job?”

I shake my head, then answer, “No.”

“Are you a virgin?”