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“We would never,” Holt said innocently, then whispered something in Taylor’s ear that made him choke on a breath and snuffle a laugh.

I sighed. Honestly, my boss could be so immature sometimes. Maybe I should just get drunk as well, seeing as we were no longer at the office. But when I drank, I got more… flirtatious, and it seemed like a bad idea to risk things getting hot and heavy with any of the wrestlers before I’d even had a single sex lesson.

I snuck a quick glance at Seb. He was sitting quietly beside me, looking out the window, but as if he could feel my gaze on him, he turned his head. His eyes gleamed amber under the passing streetlights. My breath hitched, so I quickly looked back at the road.

“You two don’t have to stay out, by the way,” Holt piped up from the back seat. “We’ll get a cab back to Taylor’s place later.”

I glanced at Seb again. He was still watching me. My belly clenched, grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“’Kay,” I said hoarsely.

“You should stay out though!” Taylor slurred enthusiastically. “Karaoke! Ooh, what should we sing first?”

My mom said I had a great singing voice—although my little brother said the opposite—but there was no way I’d be getting up onstage to do karaoke. Not with Seb watching. The wrestlers, I meant. Not with the wrestlers watching.

The moment I pulled into a free spot near the bar, Taylor and Holt climbed out of the car and stumbled off without waiting for us. Exhaling slowly, I switched off the engine and unbuckled my seat belt. I could smell Seb’s cologne, and it was doing weird things to me, making me both nervous and excited, because soon I’d be smelling it… up close. Like, directly on his skin or something.

Neither of us said a word as we got out of the car. The wrestlers had arrived, and all of them were standing in line with Taylor and Holt in their human skins. I hesitated instead of making my way over to join them. Usually I loved partying with the wrestlers, but I was feeling off tonight. Kind of tense.

I moved eventually when Seb went and joined them in line. We stood at the back in silence, and I dutifully smiled and laughed whenever one of the wrestlers turned to us with a joke or comment.

As the line shifted forward, Taylor and Holt nearing the front of it, Seb casually took out his phone and started typing. A few seconds later, I felt a vibration in my pocket. My heart shot into my throat.

Keeping my gaze averted, I pulled out my phone and hurriedly tapped on the waiting message. It was from him.

We could talk about things now.

My breath caught. Palms growing a little clammy, I typed a message back.

In the bar?

He replied almost instantly.

No. I mean we could go somewhere else.

Then another message came through.

Back to my place.

My breath whooshed out of me in a rush. Honestly, I was mostly relieved that he’d suggested his own place and not mine, because I still lived with my parents.

But then it clicked—what that meant. Going back to Seb’s place. Just me and him. In his home. Alone. Together.

Oh shit, it was actually happening.

Yeah, okay, I typed, hoping he couldn’t see the tremble in my hands. After reading the message, he pocketed his phone and casually looked over at the wrestlers. The big bald security guy dressed in leather was stamping their hands and letting them in.

In silent mutual understanding, we both stepped out of the line and backed away. None of them noticed. Once the last of them had vanished inside, I swallowed and turned to look at Seb.

He gazed back, eyes solemn. “Ready?”

“Yes.” My voice cracked. Fuck. “Yes,” I repeated, trying to appear calm and casual. “Totally. Totally ready.”

I was nervous as shit, but I was ready. I wanted to get these sex lessons started. I wanted to earn that Fae Fuck God of Goliaths title—I mean, I’d come up with it, but still—and this was the first step.

It was time to suck some big werewolf dick. For the good of my health.

Chapter Six