“Fuck!” I moan. Instead of replying, I struggle to get up and scoot next to him.

He smiles as I run my hands over his body. I knew he had a great body, but he is also well defined.

When I slip my fingers under his shirt, he shivers.

“Why are your fingers cold?” he asks.

“I can never get warm enough,” I smile, pulling him in and brushing my lips on the exposed skin.

He smells delicious, like clean air and pine. And he tastes even better.

I work on unbuttoning his shirt as he’s kicking off his pants. Within seconds, he stands before me in just his black boxers stretching over his massive cock.

I have never seen a naked man, let alone a naked wolf, and some part of me rejoices that my first happens to be with him.

My voice is scratchy as I lock eyes with him. “Can I?”

He nods.

I drag my fingers over the wolf tattoo he has on his shoulder, moving lower. I trace the hair he has on his chest before tracing his nipples.

Then I move lower, dragging my nails over his taut stomach and abs.

His body is a wonderland.

Finally, eyes locked, I rub gently over the stretched fabric.

He inhales sharply.

“I am sorry,” I say, pulling my fingers away.

He reaches out and takes my hand. “No. You did not hurt me. I am just- you have no idea how hard I am trying not to come right now.”

I smile at that.

Then he helps me up and takes my bra and panties off me, tossing them aside. His eyes are blazing as he slides his hands over my body.

I moan when he cups my breasts and then squeezes.

“You are perfect,” he moans before leaning down and taking one into his mouth. The moment he pulls my nipple into his mouth, I feel all thoughts coagulate into one.

Need.

I need Liam.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. It is a reverence, a plea.

He smiles, grazing his teeth on my nipple before moving to the next.

I am breathless as I let him explore me.

I am slick between my thighs, feeling the effects of the orgasms he has given me so far.

Then he gently lays me back on the bed.

“Okay, vampire. I will fuck you.” He can barely hide the grin on his face as his thumbs slide into the waistband of his boxers and push them down.

I gasp.