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But a shower would kill some time, and I’d sweated with nerves while talking to the incubus, so I tugged my clothes off and turned on the water. Bathing and showering was the only time I actually preferred to be in my human form, because it was easier and quicker to dry off when you weren’t covered head to toe in fur.

Twenty minutes later, feeling marginally calmer, I climbed out and grabbed one of the thin, scratchy off-white towels, swiping it over my hair and face before wrapping it around my hips and padding into the bedroom.

Resigned to spending a pointless night in a seedy, outdated love motel because I’d been too much of an awkward loser to tell the beautiful incubus that I hadn’t actually needed a room, I grabbed the TV remote. Sinking onto the edge of the mattress, I began aimlessly flicking through the channels, trying to find something that might hold my interest.

It was going to be a long night.

My entire body tensed up when a knock came at the door about ten minutes later. I automatically turned off the TV, as if my brain thought that meant the person knocking would think I was no longer in here.

After a long pause, there was another softer, more hesitant knock. And then, on my next breath, I caught a hint of that tantalising scent. My cock stiffened instantly, pushing against the thin towel.

Fuck.

It was him.

I shot up off the end of the bed, awkwardly grabbing at my towel when it almost slipped off my hips. Oh fuck, it was him. I reflexively shifted into my werewolf form as I looked around, fumbling to secure the towel around my waist again.

I found my unsteady legs carrying me to the door. I watched my big, clawed hand reach out for the handle. I knew I should’ve shifted back, just in case there were any humans behind him in the parking lot, but being like this made me feel just the slightest bit calmer, the tiniest bit more in control of myself and the situation, so I didn’t.

Plus, I couldn’t do anything about the throbbing erection jutting under the towel that he was absolutely going to see, and… well. My dick was bigger in this form. So.

Our eyes locked the moment I opened the door, and I watched his pupils instantly gobble up the amber of his irises when he saw me. He was clutching a stack of towels to his chest. I could see the thrum of his pulse rabbiting in his throat, and I ran my tongue over my teeth in response.

“I… Towels.” His voice was hoarse. “I… I couldn’t remember if, um, you had…”

I was standing there in nothing but a towel, so it was pretty obvious that I did, in fact, have some, and I was unlikely to need any more. But I didn’t say that, and neither did he. We just stood there staring at each other in silence, his addictive pheromones surrounding us in an intimate little cloud.

His gaze dropped, taking in my bare chest and stomach, then the outline of my cock through the towel. It jerked in response, and I heard a tiny hoarse sound leave him. He was looking at it exactly the same way he had that night at Cratos, and it made my balls tighten.

The parking lot was still and dark and empty behind him. There were no sounds coming from elsewhere in the motel, just the faint rumble of engines from the nearby highway.

Okay, Brian, be normal this time, I told myself. Talk to him. Apologise for ripping his clothes, give him the replacements, and if he seems interested, ask him out on a proper date. Be respectful. And normal. NORMAL.

Instead, I found myself taking a step back. His gaze snapped up, cheeks heating with an embarrassed blush and something like disappointment dimming his eyes.

Then I dropped my towel, letting it fall to the floor in a damp and crumpled heap. “Yeah. Looks like I do need a fresh towel.” I held back my cringe. It was possibly the corniest thing I’d ever said or done, but I couldn’t take it back now.

His breath hitched. His gaze immediately shot back down to my cock, and it hitched again. His fingers tightened on the stack of towels and his chest started rising and falling faster. He began pumping out even more pheromones, so I inhaled deeply to draw them into my lungs, my eyelids drooping with arousal.

A distant part of me was aware that I was, once again, doing something stupid and reckless and fucking weird. I was in my werewolf form, in full view of a parking lot that any human could enter at any moment, and I was completely fucking naked. With a giant erection.

None of this was a good idea.

“You’re right,” the incubus croaked, and my cock jerked with a pulse of pre-cum when he took a step into the room. Then another, so he could close the door behind him. “Let me just… put these in the bathroom for you.”

Instead, he simply dropped them all on the floor as he stared at my dick. We were both breathing harder and faster now, the ragged sounds filling the otherwise silent room, and I was unable to move as he took another step closer to me. Suddenly, he was so close that the tip of my stiff cock brushed against his shirt, making me shudder with pleasure.

His teeth sank into his lower lip, pupils huge as his gaze roamed up my stomach and chest. His eyes met mine again, big and hazy with lust.

“Can I suck you off?”

Holy fuck. I stared down at him in stunned silence, trying to unclamp my jaw so I could answer him.

There was seriously something wrong with me. I’d just dropped my towel in front of him like some brazen pervert, and now I was too nervous to even answer him. Why was I such a mess?

“I…” Swallowing thickly, I managed to say, “I… Let me do something for you.”

“After.” He was breathing hard, and his gaze had dropped back down to my cock. “Please. I need to suck you off.”