Page 7 of Little Howl of Moon

Well, that was a fair point.

I raked my fingers through my salt-and-pepper hair, catching my reflection in the window as he reached the frontdoor. I’d gone with jeans and a T-shirt, and okay, yes, I did look good for my age. I liked to run every morning and kept a regular workout routine with karate. There were some people at work I’d overheard talking about me on countless occasions that referred to me as a DILF. And it was a badge I wore with pride.

I stepped inside Creature Cafe and took a second to orient myself. It was busy, even for a Friday morning. Two baristas worked behind the counter, and I recognized one of them as Trixie.

She spotted me and offered a cheery smile. I gave her a wave as the Barista led me through the cafe, past the minotaur blowjob painting a lot of humans seemed to somehow not notice, and toward a booth in the back corner.

“Has anyone ever complained about the art on the walls?” I asked.

“Nope. And we’ve had it spelled so minors think everyone in the painting is just having a picnic.”

I laughed as he came to a slow stop in front of me, gesturing to the booth to our left.

Sitting on the other side was awerewolf.He looked up at me, his eyes the color of a full moon in a dark sky.

Holy shit.

My date was with a werewolf.

A very sexy, very muscled, dark-haired werewolf.

“Uh, hi. Howl are you? I mean—how are you?” I winced at myself.

I’d already fucked everything up.

The werewolf in the booth let out a gruff chuckle and stood, towering over the Barista and I both. Broad shoulders with thick, corded muscles under fur that looked silky and soft. He gleamed under the morning rays of sunlight filtering in through the windows.

“Okay, you two,” the Barista said. “I’ll bring you both coffee. I know what your orders are. Be good.”

“Is that for him or for me?” I chuckled nervously.

“Both.” He arched a brow at me and then left us, heading back up to the coffee counter.

The werewolf and I simply stared at each other. He was certainly younger than me, that much was clear. But how much younger?

And he’d yet to say a single word.

Oh god, what if he thought I was too old?

I held out my hand. “My name is Oliver.”

He cocked his head ever so slightly and drew in a deep breath. His eyes fluttered, then flashed like lightning.

And suddenly my world was tilting and I was being pushed back onto the smooth table top. My mouth dropped as I realized he’d lifted me and pinned me down as if I weighed nothing.

“Mate.”

This wasabsolutely notthe way my future submissive was going to treat me.

2 /MAD MOON

Steel

There was the logical part of me that thought with my head.

Then there was the primal wolfish part of me that thought with mycock-head. And that was the part that always got me in fucking trouble, especially right now.

I pinned my mate down on the table, but in a blink, his firm hand gripped me by my scruff. I had two seconds to realize what he was doing. He kicked the back of my leg, sending me to my knees. He stood behind me, his hips pressed against my back.