Hunting the Wolf (Werewolf Hunter Erotica #1)

I made up my mind in an instant. If it came down to having sex with the thing I hate most in this world and dying? Well, I’m a survivalist. I do what I can to keep living. With that thought, I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped closer to him.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said, resigned, and pushed him flat on his back. He gazed up at me, a little dumbstruck, apparently not expecting me to respond so quickly. He groaned again, throwing his head back as another convulsion ripped through his body, and I realized we didn’t have much time.

“I might not be able to control myself,” he told me, looking me fiercely in the eyes. “I might hurt you.”

“Well, you’ll definitely hurt me if you shift, so let’s try to keep that from happening.” I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled off his shirt. I tried not to be impressed by his broad chest and well-defined abs; I tried not to notice his strong arms; I tried to remind myself what he really was, but I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with a nice body. Ethan’s was extraordinary.