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“Fuck you, I’m normally coordinated as hell. Plus I’m built werewolf tough.” I couldn’t hold back my grin when I added, “And in case you missed it, I made it up the stairs.”

“You made it up the stairs,” he agreed, and the next thing I knew, he was sweeping me up in his arms like I was the maiden in a historical romance novel and carrying me over to my apartment door. The gesture was kind of spoiled by him having to put me down so I could dig my keys out of my pocket, but it was still pretty great. Once I’d unlocked the door, he lifted me up again and carried me inside like I weighed nothing, heading straight for the bedroom. Which, yes, please.

When we got to the bed, he sat me down on the edge and murmured, “So, you up for some more therapy?”

Nobody could say I wasn’t a fast learner. “You do mean crunchy leaf therapy this time, right? Because I’m not running that fucking agility course.”

A warm, amused smile spread over his face. “I’m not talking about the agility course. I was thinking we’d get naked and I’d fuck you, if you wanted⁠—”

I was stripping out of my shirt before he’d even finished his sentence.

His smile widened and he dropped his backpack at the foot of the bed, and then we were both racing to get naked. Standing, I shimmied out of my sweats, and Hunter pulled his tank top off and stepped out of his jeans. I took a minute to admire the solid, muscular planes of his chest and the tight vee of his abs. His cock was long and thick and already hard, a pearly drop of precum beading at the tip. My mouth watered at the thought of getting my mouth on him—although the drooling could also have been an aftereffect of shifting. I was pretty sure it was plain old human lust, though.

I saw my hunger reflected in his gaze and we moved at the same time, our mouths clashing as we kissed, and he lifted me and dropped me on the bed and sprawled on top of me, kissing me again before working his way down my throat and chest. Hunter latched onto one nipple and sucked, nipped, and tugged, and it was too-much-not-enough, the sting sending a bolt of heat right to my dick.

My back arched up off the bed, but Hunter’s hands on my shoulders held me in place. He teased one nipple and then the other while I squirmed uselessly under his weight, not sure if I was trying to get away or chasing more.

And then he moved lower.

Hunter’s mouth engulfed the head of my cock, and I would have jackknifed off the bed except that his arm was locked across my belly, pinning me in place. I made a needy sound and rocked my hips, and Hunter hummed around my dick. Another whine escaped me when he took me in all the way before he started to move, his lips dragging against the skin of my cock in a tortuously slow rhythm that had my nerve endings crackling and sparking, like a faulty set of Christmas lights that were liable to catch fire at any moment.

Then he took his mouth away and flicked his tongue over the head in a featherlight tease, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Hunter! Please!”

He laughed, his breath warm against my spit-damp dick, and swallowed me down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, and that was all it took to have those sparks exploding into an inferno. I tugged his hair once, a warning, and then I was coming, my other hand fisting the comforter as I spilled down his throat.

Hunter kept his mouth on me, gently working me through the aftershocks, and I lay there in a daze, dragging in greedy lungfuls of air and floating on a wave of satisfaction. When the sensation of him on my now-soft cock got to be too much, I petted his hair clumsily, and he pulled away with a wet pop that was the best kind of filthy.

He pressed a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses to my thigh that hit just right and had all my blood heading south again. My dick started to thicken, even though I’d literally just come, and I took a moment to be thankful that werewolf physiology came with a refractory period that was practically nonexistent.

I reached out and tugged at Hunter’s hair, more insistently this time, then rolled my hips and pressed my heels against his ass. “You said something about fucking me?”

Hey, nobody had ever accused me of being subtle.

Hunter’s expression turned hungry, and he slid up my body in one fluid movement. He propped himself on his elbows and rocked his hips, and the drag of his hard cock against mine was perfect. We moved in a gentle, lazy rhythm, the heat between us slowly building until I whimpered, desperate for Hunter to get his dick inside me.

He pulled back, his face flushed, and reached for the lube.

Fucking finally.

Hunter sat back, easing into the space between my thighs, and it didn’t take long for him to prep me. Two fingers pistoned in and out, and my insides clenched around nothing when he eased them out. He replaced them with the head of his cock and pressed forward, filling me in a single smooth movement, and my breath caught in my throat. He stilled, his own breathing ragged, and his eyes met mine, searching. He rasped out, “Okay?”

I gave a sharp nod. “Don’t hold back.”

That was all he needed to hear, and he started fucking me hard. I held onto his shoulders, my grip tightening as he hit my prostate with every deep thrust, sending shockwaves up my spine and knocking breathy noises out of me.

The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room along with my cries, and arousal built in my gut low and heavy like a storm cloud, threatening to break any second. I reached down and grabbed my dick, jerking myself off desperately, and my orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt.

A jolt ran through me as I came, hot cum spilling over my knuckles. My ass clenched around Hunter’s cock, and he let out a grunt and fucked into me one last time. I felt his cock thicken, stretching me wide as he came.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily, and I melted into the mattress, limp and boneless, under the weight of him. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to.

Not that I did want to. Hunter’s breath was warm against the side of my neck, his body on top of mine was warm and comfortable, and the lingering ache from working out on the treadmill had faded, replaced by a bone-deep relaxation of the best kind. I didn’t think I’d been this relaxed since, well. Since the last time Hunter had fucked me.

Once he’d caught his breath, he rolled off to one side, propping himself on one elbow. His hair was a mess, his cheeks were flushed red, and he was wearing a dumbfounded grin, like he’d just won first prize in a contest he hadn’t even known he’d entered.

He was cute as fuck.

I reached out and cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss, before we both sagged back against the mattress. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to settle my head against his chest and let his heartbeat lull me into a daze.