Then, I notice two things. The first is an obvious hardening under my butt. The second is a blackness that seeps out from his pupils, erasing the lovely brandy color of his irises.

The change is fascinating. I find myself leaning forward, cupping his cheeks to hold him in place so I can watch it happen.

“Why do your eyes do that? Turn black?”

Warner blinks. “Emotion. If a wolf is enraged. Or aroused.” He leans up to nip at my nose before dropping his head back to the armrest. “It shows our animalistic nature is coming out. It also happens right before a change.”

I jerk back. “You’re not going to change in the middle of sex, are you?”

The werewolf laughs at that, but stifles the amusement when he spots my frown.

“No. Don’t worry. For one, as long as it’s not the full moon, I have complete control over when I change. But also, when I’m in wolf form, I don’t deal with sexual urges. That’s all in my human form. All the wolf cares about is your safety.”

“Good to know.” I smirk down at him.

A sudden tug on my wrist pulls me forward until my face is flush with his. When my hair falls around us like a brown curtain, I feel safe from the world. Werewolf rules and human rules drift away. Warner gives another tug until I’m close enough for him to bury his head in the crook of my neck. I hear the deep inhale he makes, and the sound piques my curiosity.

“What’s up with you always sniffing my neck? Are you planning on chomping down? That seems like vampire territory.”

Warner chuckles and licks my quickening pulse. “It’s one of your warm spots.”

“Warm spots?”

His nose trails over the skin, teasing me until I can’t help squirming in his hold.

“Mmhmm. Your scent is stronger here. Drives me crazy.” His teeth pinch me, but so gently that all I can do is gasp.

“You said spots. Where else?” Hopefully, he’s not about to shove his face in my armpit.

Warner unhooks my bra and slides it off my arms before pressing his nose between my breasts. “Here.”

He licks my skin, and a shaking starts deep inside me.

Strong hands trail down my spine and over my thighs until his fingers press into the soft flesh at the back of my knees. “This is another.”

“You want to sniff my knees?” Despite my rising arousal, I can’t help snorting out a giggle. Against my chest, I can feel Warner smile.

But then his fingers reverse their journey until they find the center of me.

“This is probably my favorite though.” And he starts to leisurely stroke me, which means I’m back to writhing against him.