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Nervous anticipation fizzed in my belly as I drove into town. I knew all about werewolf dick. I may have been a virgin, but I was an avid consumer of porn. Susan, a banshee wrestler called the Silent Scream, had an incubus adult film star for a boyfriend. I was a big fan of his work. One of my favourite videos of his was a threesome he’d had with a werewolf couple.

Even though Asmo—stage name Assmo Dickus—was actually bisexual, his videos tended to cater to the ‘curious straight guy’ market. A lot of hanging out with the bros before they all got inexplicably horny while playing video games and started jerking each other off, claiming they never did this.

But this particular video started with Asmo and the male werewolf lavishing attention on the female werewolf, which I also very much enjoyed. Sucking a nipple each, taking turns kissing her, before they both eventually ended up with their faces pressed together between her legs to lick her pussy. At some point, their tongues started to brush together, and then the male werewolf abandoned his girlfriend’s cunt to lick his way down Asmo’s spine before pushing his big werewolf tongue into his asshole.

Asmo was great at portraying the fine balance between apprehensive and totally down for it. “Woah, bro, that feels…” he said in the video, already grinding his ass back onto the werewolf’s tongue.

Anyways, my point was, things progressed in the video until Asmo was flat on his back, the female wolf riding his face, while the male pushed his big werewolf dick into Asmo’s ass. I always held my breath at that moment while I was watching—because yes, I’d watched it a ridiculous number of times. Staring at that slick, flushed dick with its tapered head and the bulbous knot at its base, just above the balls.

Asmo made a big show of being unwilling to take the knot at first—“Fuck, bro, it’s too big, there’s no way”—before eventually starting to beg for it. “Oh shit. Yeah, yeah, push it in, bro. I can take it. Ahhh, fuck, it’s so thick…”

That was usually when I nutted. The moment the werewolf eased his knot into Asmo’s very attractive ass. It was big. And thick. And looked… fun.

Would Seb be in his werewolf form for our sex lessons? Would he teach me how to take his knot? Technically, I didn’t really need experience with that. The only werewolf wrestler at Goliaths was Brian—B. Were—and while he was still ridiculously hot, he was also pretty shy and had never overtly expressed an interest in banging me. I still would, obviously, if he wanted it too.

But… I mean… this was going to be my chance to learn all kinds of sex stuff. Really, I should be thorough. I’d probably meet a werewolf I wanted to fuck one day in the future. I should be prepared to take their knot. It was only polite.

I realised my dick was rock hard when I pulled up outside the coffee place Holt liked, so I had to sit in my car for a few minutes until it went down. By the time I was climbing back into my car ten minutes later, I was back to feeling restless and jittery and nervously excited about finally getting to experience sex. Finally knowing what it felt like to have another person’s dick in my hand. And my mouth. And my butt.

Although if he put his dick in my butt, that would mean he’d see…

Gulping, I started the car to head back to the office. I hadn’t actually thought this all the way through. It had all felt hypothetical at first, even after Seb had agreed. But now that we were in phase two, arranging to actually discuss it, I was beginning to realise what it meant.

Getting naked together. I’d have to be naked in front of him. One of the reasons I hadn’t had sex yet was because I was kind of insecure about my body. About one specific part of it.

Oh god. He was going to see it.

Trying to push it from my mind—that was future Larkin’s problem—I parked in my usual spot outside the office and used my key to unlock the basement door. It was the middle of the day, which meant all the offices in the building were filled with human workers, so we couldn’t risk anyone wandering down into Goliaths. All the building staff, like maintenance and security, were non-humans, but Holt had been extra strict about keeping the door locked after my teensy faux pas when I’d let Taylor in.

When I reached the office, I fumbled with Seb’s hot chocolate, my belly fluttering with nerves once again. Especially when our fingers brushed as he took the cup from me.

“Thanks.” He nodded at the cardboard holder still containing two drinks. “What did you get?”

“Just a coffee.” I tried not to eye Seb’s delicious hot chocolate with envy.

He nodded and took a small sip, then pursed his lips. “I think they might’ve added syrup to this. It’s too sweet.”

“Oh.” My shoulders sagged. “Uh, I could go back—”

“Do you want it?”

I blinked at him, then down at the hot chocolate, trying not to sound too hopeful when I asked, “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll take your coffee instead, if you want.”

“Okay,” I said quickly, because damn it, I wanted hot chocolate. If anyone asked why I was drinking a kid drink, I could legitimately say that I’d selflessly sacrificed my coffee for Seb.

We exchanged drinks, our fingers brushing again, and then I found myself hesitating instead of just going inside to deliver Holt’s coffee. After a second or two of awkward silence, Seb tilted his head toward the door.

“Axel’s here.”

“He is?” I glanced at the door. “So he’s back from his cruise?”

“Yeah.” Seb’s mouth twitched, almost curving into a tiny smile. My stomach clenched. “Guess it’s lucky he wasn’t available to wipe Taylor’s memory before.”

The laugh I let out was a little too loud. “Yeah. For sure. Taylor’s sick. You know, in like… an old way.”

Seb gave me a dry look. “Taylor isn’t old, Larkin.”