Page 18 of Little Howl of Moon

“I can’t eat anymore, although it was delicious. But I think I’m starving for you.”

“Big bad wolf,” I teased, but evenIfelt like I was running a fever.

Brunch was perfect. The salad had been a lovely touch. We drank a lot of water to make sure we stayed hydrated for all our sex, and now my werewolf was kneeling again with his mouth pressed against the outline of my cock.

It felt right to have him like this. Something clicked inside me, the dominant part of me awakening. I’d put away this sexual part of myself for so long.

But here Steel was.

Ineededto fuck him.

“I want to know what you like. What you want. Before we do anything else, we should talk about that,” I said. “What do you want me to do to you, Steel?”

His arms lifted, circling around my waist. He held onto me, his face still buried against me. “I want you to use me. I want to submit everything to you. I want to be collared and leashed and spanked and fucked. I want to please you. I want you to cuff me and torture me just a little bit. And fuck, I want to drown in your scent. I can’t get enough of it. I feel like your scent was made just for me.”

He breathed in deep and I smiled, stroking the back of his head. “I want to do all of that to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this, Steel.”

“Good,” he rasped. “I want you to dominate me.”

“I want you to submit to me. And your safe words?”

“I like red, yellow, green,” he said. “Makes everything easy and clear. Red for stop, yellow for slow down or check in, and green for everything is good.”

“I like that too,” I said, making mental notes. “Is there anything you absolutely don’t want? Like figging, perhaps?”

I was teasing, of course, but he cocked his head. “Figging?”

Oh gods. “Uh, it’s when you put a piece of peeled ginger . . . inside you. It creates . . .sensations.”

Steel cocked his head as if he were seriously considering it. I had been teasing, but nowIwas curious too. “Sounds interesting. I wouldn’t be against that. Maybe we’ll try it. The only thing off the table is blood play. Blood, ironically, has made me faint before. When—if—I ever give you a mating bite, I think I’ll have to lie down.” He sighed dramatically. “I feel this is my greatest fault as a monster.”

I laughed and slid my hand under his jaw, tilting his head up to look at me. “I don’t think it’s a fault, but I’ll keep it in mind. How about this . . . You spend the whole weekend here with me. We explore our kinks and eat delicious food and have a mini escape together. And then we figure everything else out after?”

He smiled. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”

“Outside of the bedroom, though, we’re just us. I don’t think I could do this dynamic all the time.”

Steel nodded. “Me either. Well, unless I’m in a rut, then I don’t know. If I’m in a rut, I’ll just be a cock hungry whore.”

“Just like right now, huh?” He let out a gentle moan as I kept stroking his head, running my fingers through his fur. I could get used to this. My throat felt dry as I looked down at him. “Nothing is stopping you from pulling my dick out and sucking me right now.”

His breath was warm against me as he exhaled and sat back on his haunches, regarding me thoughtfully. The air simmeredwith tension as his claws dragged over the tops of my thighs, light enough not to hurt, but I loved the feel of them.

“But . . .” I interrupted before he could start to pull my underwear off. “I want us to take a few minutes to prep, and then I want to show you my kink stuff.”

Steel groaned. “What if I sucked you off first again?”

I smirked as I stood up, my hand settling on his broad shoulders. “What if you obeyed me like a good little sub?”

“Okay,” he exhaled. “Fine. Yes.”

I helped him stand and kept my fingers interlaced with his as I led him out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom. We each took a few minutes in the bathroom, and then met back in my room. The sheets were all torn up and our clothes still strewn over the floors, and it was the sort of mess I loved to see.

“Sit,” I said, pointing to the bench at the end of the bed.

Steel plopped down on it, his eyes tracking me. I opened my closet door and stepped inside the small room, flipping on the light.

At some point in the last year, I’d sort of jumped into the deep end of BDSM. As in, even though I didn’t have a partner, I’d started randomly shopping for kink equipment I was interested in. It’d become a form of daydreaming, wishing that one day I’d find someone who wanted me to dominate them.