“There’s another surprise, but we’ll get there in due time.”

Does he notice that every muscle in my body stiffens at the words, “another surprise”?

He doesn’t barge ahead, doesn’t yank my hand toward his cock. Instead, he pulls my hand to his lips as he sits up, performing an effortless crunch as he kisses each fingertip, then settles my hand on his chest.

It’s warm and slightly slick, perhaps from the effort of holding himself back from acting on what we both want. Mostly, though, my attention is caught by the feel of those perfect rippling abs.

“I watched you cooking the first day I stayed with you. You weren’t wearing a shirt. It made my mouth dry.”

“And here I thought you were immune to my charms.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice I was tongue-tied.”

“To be honest, you know wolven have a superhuman sense of smell. Your scent did give me a little hint that you were… impressed.”

“Impressed. Yes. That’s one way to say it.”

Now that my fear has eased off, he doesn’t let us get bogged down in talk. He places my hand on the trail of coarse hair that arrows down from his navel. When I pause, his tone is gentle when he asks, “Are you lost, little Zoya? Shall I help you find your way?”

Surprising myself, I nod.

He places my hand around his length, then pulls his hand away.

Part of me wants to open my eyes and take a good look, but I think waiting is the smart move. I’ll reveal my wolven male one sense at a time.

My fingertips graze along the underside of his shaft. “Soft as velvet,” I murmur.

“Not so much, really.” Again, his tone is so calm, as if we’re two lovers who know each other well. As though this isn’t our first time. As though we aren’t two different species. As though I haven’t been terrorized by a cock before.

I let out a little huff of a laugh as I grip him a bit tighter. “You’re right,” I admit. “Not so soft.”

No. Not soft. Hard as steel. As he said, hard enough to crack cement.

I feel as though I climbed a mountain and just reached the summit. Now that I’ve gotten to the top, it’s going to be a downhill slide from here. The difficult part is over.

“Now don’t freak out, Lash. I know your feelings are tender, but I’m going to open my eyes now.”

How about that? Instead of feeling scared, I just told a joke. I want to see the beautiful cock I’m gripping in my eager hand.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zoya

I slowly open my eyes, my heart pounding as I take in the sight. His cock, thick and pulsing with desire, rests in my hand, and the heat of his skin transfers to me, setting fire to my nerve endings. Every detail is illuminated in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, casting a mesmerizing glimmer over his rigid length.

The veins along his shaft stand out in stark relief, a network of blue lines that seem to pulse with the same rhythm as my own heartbeat. My fingers curl around him, feeling the smoothness of his skin contrasted with the hardness underneath. A riot of sensations flies through me, causing my channel to clench and my nipples to ache for contact.

I marvel at the way he responds to my touch, a low growl escaping his throat as I explore further. His response only fuels my desire, a primal instinct awakening within me as I revel in the power I wield over him.

As I continue to stroke him, my gaze travels up his body, taking in the planes and angles of his chest, the thick pelt at his shoulders, the intensity in his silver gaze as it meets mine, the tousled hair that falls across his brow,. There is a wildness there, a primitive hunger that speaks to the wolven nature within him, and I feel a thrill of excitement at being so close to such a feral force.

“This?” I ask when I encounter the plump, hard ball of flesh at the base. “Is this the… surprise?”

He’s not human,I remind myself.This is who he is, and I love him despite, maybebecauseof his differences.

“Yes.”

Do I already know him well enough to read his emotions by that single syllable? Does he wonder if I’m shocked? Repulsed? Ready to run screaming from his apartment into the streets of the Zone and beyond?