DNF at 12%
OK, so this book has so many tropes at once, it's almost too much.
First, our little hero has a friend who was part of the "advanced trigonometry society" in high school, and almost got a full ride to an Ivy. The former does not exist (like, what, exactly, do the members do? There can be math club. There can be math team. There can be computer club. But "advanced trigonometry?"), and the latter do not either (Ivy League schools don't give academic scholarships; just fixing this, combined with endless worship of MIT students who graduate with three degrees at age 18 or whatever, would go a long way toward making this genre less absurd; in the real world, the rare students who start at truly elite universities at 16 or younger tend to have terrible mental health). Also, he uses a coffeemaker that makes no sense, but that's neither here nor there.
Then we meet the daddy, who is (I know!) an ex-SEAL who stopped being a SEAL because of some tragic something-or-other involving a dog. At times, I wonder whether gay SEALs are more over-represented (relative to the real world) in m/m romance than are gay werewolves. But of course, we get all kinds of "he knows how to do everything; he's an ex-SEAL". Oh, and his name is Striker. (Actually, that's kind of mild by m/m romance weirdness standards.)
So that's too much, for starters. And then: "As much as Striker may have been attracted to Damon’s sleight body and cute, seductive charms, he knew he had to resist.”
Normally, "sleight" refers to things we don't see, not those we do. Nope, I think it's time to leave this author behind. Enjoy, all.