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.”

I glance up to catch her little smirk, which has me chuckling. “Smart-ass,” I mutter before pressing kisses to her soft belly.

Her scent surrounds me, thicker than syrup, and I’m still hard and throbbing.

A light touch strokes under my chin, tilting my head up.

“Stand up.”

I slide her legs from my shoulders and rise up from my crouched position. Suddenly looming over her feels wrong. Zoey should have the higher ground. Wrapping my palms around her thighs, I boost her up until my new belt is her strong legs. We both groan as her damp center brushes against my erection.

But the delicious sensation somehow brings on a sliver of logic.