Chapter 8
Bo
Iwatched my husband talk to the Wolfman. Ollie flirted a little with him.
Shouldn’t I hate this?
I dug deeper into my soul. All I found was love for Ollie and the surety that he was mine and I was his for as long as we lived. Nothing would ever change that.
Be honest with yourself. There is something else you feel.
I was feral with lust. The idea of them together turned me on beyond anything I’d thought possible.
I asked Ollie to talk to him and maybe dance. My perfect husband had fulfilled my request after I’d reassured him I was serious. And would he please see if he still liked the wolf up close.
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, ?lskling. 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?