Page 19 of The Night Wolf
“Come by the restaurant. I know you like to try new things, so tonight’s special is right up your alley. My supplier laid in a month’s worth of Japanese Wagyu ribeye steak, and Karl”—he turned to Sean—“that’s our chef”—then back to Gareth—“cut them very thin, seasoned them with a little black salt and pepper, and is grilling them one at a time. My first mouthful, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It puts most other meats to shame.”
A groan rolled out of Gareth. “I wish I could, but I’ve got a lot to do tonight.”
Wolfgang laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “How about if I have one of the waiters bring your dinner to your office? We can make it for two, if Sean would like to join you.”
Sean was gaping. “You have a restaurant?”
“Sure.” Wolfgang shrugged. “What werewolf doesn’t like meat?”
Gareth sighed. “There was that vegan werewolf in Boston a few years back. Last I heard, he’s still not eating meat.” When Wolfgang reared back, obviously horrified, Gareth laughed. “He’s an anomaly, though.”
“I just… that’s weird.” He shuddered dramatically. “Please tell me you want steak for dinner. I need to get that thought out of my head now.”
“Sean, are you busy for dinner tonight?”
“What?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to sit in my office with me and have a steak?” Gareth frowned slightly. “I don’t know how good of company I’ll be. I’m working on a project that’s going to be taking up a lot of my time.”
Now Gareth’s mind was on the food, rather than working on ideas to increase the population of Lydon without stressing the surrounding areas. He had to be careful, because a large influx of people and houses might alert the humans that lived in neighboring towns.
Sean gave a half grin, where he bit the corner of his lip and the other side turned up. It was… adorable. “I haven’t had a steak in… God, years.”
“Okay, then that’s a yes. One steak for the Alpha and one for his guest. I assume you both want them rare?”
Sean’s stomach gurgled, and Gareth had to bite back a laugh. When Sean’s eyes glazed over and he licked his lips, Gareth knew he was sold.
“Rare’s fine for me. I think Sean’s okay with it too.”
“Fine. I’ll have Anthony serve at, say, seven?”
Gareth turned to Sean. “Will that work for you?”
One slow blink. Then another. “You’re asking me?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Sean reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “We’ve got to talk.”
“We’ll—and by we, I mean Anthony, because I promised the wife I’d be home early—see you at seven, Alpha. I hope you like your steak.” Wolfgang gave a wave, then headed down the street.
“Let’s see now….” Gareth put a hand on Sean’s arm but did his best to ignore the chuffing of his wolf, who wanted… something.
Still not telling me?
Once again, rapid-fire images of Sean flooded Gareth’s mind. A mishmash of pictures, with Sean shifting to his wolf, of Sean’s anger, his laughter of a few moments ago. The smell of his skin. His weight in Gareth’s arms.
Holy shit. You want him.
Gareth never had sex with pack members, and he couldn’t understand why his wolf was insisting that Gareth wanted Sean as much as it did.
Another image came to mind then: Gareth, in bed, nude, stroking his cock while images of a naked Sean pranced through his mind.
There is such a thing as boundaries, you know.
The wolf chuffed, seeming smug. It didn’t matter. Gareth was in control, and he absolutely did not have sex with pack members. Even if they had red hair, a soft pelt on their chest and stomach, two freckles over their left nipple, and slender hips, as well as a firm, muscular butt, and a long, thin dick.
No, Gareth didn’t do that at all.
