Chapter 124

• On the room, Winona's gaze inadvertently fell upon Noel's pulsing member, already glistening with pre-cum at the purple head. She quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Despite having been intimate more than once, she still felt a wave of shyness wash over her. However, Noel was the epitome of patience. He gently took her hand, guiding it to his member, and a low groan escaped his lips. Winona felt a pang of uncertainty, unsure of her next move.
• "Don't overthink it," her inner wolf advised her. "Just follow your instincts."
• Her hands were slow and unsteady, and she could feel a slight tremor. But then she began to stroke him. Her fingers could barely wrap around him due to his sheer thickness. His hips moved in rhythm with her strokes until his member became so hard it felt like she was stroking a rod of steel.