Stavros's POV
“I can’t,” she barely whispers, as she slowly grinds herself against my manhood in an obvious attempt to distract me.
“And why not?” Surely she’s able to, she just doesn’t want to. I hear her sigh deeply.
“Babe and I are not like you and Zeus. Like most werewolves, in fact,” she begins in all seriousness, even though she never stops wiggling her hips to keep my attention focused down on our bodies. “Your wolf is an extension of you, it amplifies you, giving you a boost in some qualities. You are strong, but your wolf adds strength, agility and power.”
She takes another deep breath before continuing, ”The stronger you are, the more capable the wolf. Say you happen to be an Omega, your wolf isn’t going to be a rocket scientist. What your wolf can give you beyond the physica
