“What’s your recovery time like? Is it faster because you’re a werewolf? Can I finish you in my mouth and still get to fuck you in a bit? Or should I bring you to the edge and then have you finish inside me?”

Zoey is lucky I don’t shoot off just at the sound of those dirty, analytical questions dropping from her glistening lips. Especially when her hand circles my erection, continuing to work me over as she rattles them off.

“I, uh …” Earlier, I bragged about my stamina. But the truth is, my other hookups never lasted more than one round. I clench my teeth and grip the couch harder as her thumb traces over my sensitive head in an almost-absent-minded manner. When I think I can talk, I try again. “In the past”—I gasp—“I’ve been one and done. But with you …” The word morphs into a pleasurable growl. “I don’t know, Zoey. Fuck if I know.”

A satisfied smile curves her lips. “Guess we’re taking you to the edge then.”

31

ZOEY

This Gunner apology is going better than I expected.

I love watching Warner writhe on the couch, tormented by the pleasure of my touch. Being in control in the bedroom—or in this case, the living room—has always made my blood run hotter. That someone so strong and powerful would give himself up to me is a heady sensation.

There’s a tantalizing heat building in my lower belly as I run my mouth along his length. Warner tastes salty, especially when I flick my tongue over the slit of him.

He jerks in response, a low groan filling the entirety of his apartment.

I think we’re nearing the edge.

Which means it’s time for me to get mine.

I let him pop out of my mouth, and his erection bobs against his stomach, hard and wanting.

Warner’s eyes meet mine. Hungry. Pleading.

I stand, moving beside his head to comb my fingers through his hair, all the while admiring the masterpiece of lustful male I’ve created.

“Zoey.” He whispers my name as if his begging confuses him.

Warner knows I’m in charge, which means he has no idea what’s coming next.

Or more likely who is coming next.

“Do you still want to lick me?”

“Yes.” The word is ragged as his arms shoot out, strong hands gripping the back of my thighs to pull me closer.

I grin at his eagerness. “Take off my underwear.”

His eyes get dark as he watches his own fingers pull down the lace, exposing me to him. Never have I had someone gaze at me with such intensity before. A girl could get high off this kind of attention.

When the fabric is on the floor, I fondle the silky strands of his hair again. “Do you want me to ride your face?”

Please say yes, I beg silently.