Louis' POV
The click of the buckle echoed loudly in the quiet room, my chest rising and falling harder with anticipation. She slid the leather free, then popped the button, then the zipper, slow—like she wanted to drive me insane. Her fingers brushed against my already hardened cock, and my body jerked in response. A growl rumbled out of me, deep and low, my wolf restless and clawing at the edge of my skin.
"Still think I haven't convinced you?" she whispered, lips curved into a dangerous smile.
She took out my cock. Her hand wrapped around me. She stroked me once, then again. Heat shot through me, my breath catching as her thumb brushed across the tip of my cock, making me groan. Then she leaned forward. Her lips closed over my cock, hot and wet, and my knees nearly buckled. My hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed just to keep myself steady.
