Page 11 of Taming of a Wolf

Oh, right. He doesn’t know what half the stuff from my world is. He’s probably so confused. Oh man. How do I describe chocolate to him? “It’s sweet. Mine comes in a powder, and I mix it into hot milk.” I make the powder myself at my café, so I know it’s good.

“A sweet powder?” He wrinkles his nose. “Fine. I’ll try it.”

“Do you want marshmallows or whipped cream?”

Anders looks bewildered. “What in Odin’s beard is a marshmallow?”

I don’t have the brain cells for this… “You know what, I’ll just give you some.”

Jace lightly punches Anders’s shoulder. “You’ll love it, trust me!”

Once I’ve mixed the drinks, I pop in some marshmallows and add a dollop of homemade whipped cream on top. Carefully, Icarry the mugs into the living room. I join Anders on the sofa, Jace sprawled out on my left. “Careful, it’s hot.”

He gives me a narrowed look. “I know that.” After sniffing the rim of the mug, he takes a cautious sip. Whipped cream gets stuck in his thick mustache. He takes a huge gulp. “What witchcraft is this? It’s delicious!”

“It’s called sugar, dude,” Jace says, popping a marshmallow into his mouth.

Those bushy brows furrow. “My name is Anders. Not dude.”

“You’ve got cream in your beard.”

“Where?” He feels around, completely missing the spot.

Without thinking, I reach out and swipe my thumb over his upper lip. His sharp inhale makes my heart trip. Those dark green eyes glance at my thumb, and then, curiously, he leans in and licks the cream from my finger with a swift dart of his tongue.

“Eww,” Jace says, making a face.

Holy shit. I must be more pent-up than I thought because my dick jerks just from feeling another man’s tongue on even the smallest part of my skin.

I’m having hot chocolate with a Viking werewolf, and now he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me, piece by piece.

This is… normal. Completely normal.

“I quite like the cream, actually.” A heated smile lifts the corners of Anders’s mouth. “It’s delectable, especially on your skin.”

Oh hell. How did I go from getting no action to suddenly being the object of a Viking werewolf’s affection? I’ll take it. I’m not gonna complain. Even if the guy is obviously playing me to get my necklace.

“Uh, bud? How about you go brush your teeth, wash your face, and get ready for bed?”

Giving us a weird look that makes my ears burn, Jace goes into the kitchen and puts his mug in the sink. Before he goes into the bathroom, he looks back at Anders. “Will you be here tomorrow?”

I turn to Anders. “You’re welcome to stay the night. It’s the least I can do.”

Anders offers a smile. “Thank you.”

Jace closes the bathroom door.

“You don’t have sweet things where you’re from?” I ask, voice cracking from nerves as those emerald eyes gaze into mine.

That indulgent smile widens. “Nothing quite so sweet as you, pet.” Those low words, uttered in that sexy Scandinavian accent…

No, Jamie! Have some self-respect.

A flattering snort escapes me. “Oh, come on, man. Be less obvious, at least.”

Anders tilts his head. “About what?”

“We both know you really want my necklace.” I motion at the wooden necklace resting against my beige cable-knit sweater, the green collar of my plaid shirt flaring out above the neckline.

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