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 sent goosebumps 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 with you.”
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.
I had only just come but my cock stiffened again.
Does he feel me getting hard?
His hands slid down, grinding our hips together.
“Like what?” I gasped.
“Like this.” Kaspar palmed my cheek and tilted my face up.
Holy shit, he’s doing it.
His kisses were different from Bo’s all-consuming ones.
Different but pretty great. He nipped and teased and hit all the right spots as if he already knew me.
I forgot everything around me and lost myself in the feel of his lips on mine.
Nobody existed in the room but Kaspar, me, and Bo.
I felt his eyes watching us like a hawk and his arousal like it was my own.
Fuck, maybe it is my own.
My husband answered Kaspar’s question before I could. A warm body pressed against my back, so solid and familiar.
Is it too much for him?
Bo moved with us, one hand taking hold of my waist, the other spanning both mine and Kaspar’s hips. I groaned into the kiss. Fuck did it feel great to be wedged in between two hunks. Bo’s bulge pressed against my ass, and every shift of Kaspar’s body rubbed our cocks together.
We danced for an age. The DJ played the perfect music for kink night at the Pink Chicken: hot songs that made Bo and Kaspar dry hump me in the middle of the dance floor.
Let this night never end, universe.
“Are you alright, ?lskling?” Bo said into my ear. I knew why he asked. I felt his need for reassurance through the mate bond.
Are we still on the same page?
“So good, you?” I snuggled back into his body.
“Perfect.”