Page 7 of Hunk Sandwich
I wanted to take him home with us. Yeah, it had been me who’d suggested a hotel, but somehow the idea of an anonymous place felt weird.
Then he emptied his drink, put the glass down on the bar, and got up. A minuscule smile played on his grey muzzle. Ollie shot me a look as he led the way into the crowd of dancers.
‘What if he tries to kiss me?’ he’d asked.
‘Mm, älskling. The thought alone makes me so hard.’ I’d kissed him so deep, he’d melted in my arms.
‘I love you, Bo.’
Love you.
The Wolfman followed Ollie to the dance floor. They looked at each other for a moment before they began to move to the music.
I loved to watch my husband dance. The way this new Ollie moved was so carefree and sensual.
My breathing sped up when the wolf’s hands palmed his waist. A stranger’s hands on my husband.
Why is this so fucking hot?
Chapter 9
Ollie
Kaspar’s hands took hold of my waist, and he moved closer to me. Our bodies were just short of touching, and the magnetic pull between us already left me breathless.
Then, Bo’s desire flooded me through the mate bond. It made my hunger into a living, breathing thing ready to consume me. I tried to send all the overpowering love I felt for my husband back through it.
Let’s hope he feels it.
The way my heart squeezed made me sure I’d succeeded.
“Are you sure your husband is okay with us dancing?” Kaspar asked, his muzzle next to my ear. His warm breath sentgoosebumps down my spine. Like Bo’s did. But Kaspar felt different and exciting.
I loved learning his name. Kaspar. So pretty.
“Oh yes, absolutely sure.” I sought Bo’s eyes and shot him a small smile. Lust blazed in his green eyes. “I think he finds it quite hot, actually.”
“Seriously? He likes watching you with other guys?”
“No.” Tearing my gaze away from my love, I looked up at Kaspar, a cheekier grin tugging at my lips. “He likes watching me withyou.”
His chest expanded with a deep inhale, and his warm hands gripped me tighter. As if in slow motion, I saw his throat bob.
“Are you sure?” he enquired again.
“Well.” I got up on tiptoes to bring my mouth closer to his pierced ear. “He sent me to ask you to dance, and I can feel how much he enjoys watching it.”
Kaspar’s body moved against mine, finding my rhythm.
“How can you feel that?”
“We have a mate bond,” I explained. “And my man is so fucking turned on right now.”
“What if I did more?” he said into my ear, briefly enveloping my earlobe with his tongue.
Unlike Bo’s ridged tongue Kaspar’s was rough.
So hot.Lord have mercy.
