Epilogue
Bo
Icame back from our game against the Feuerbach Füchse exhausted.
Thank fuck I’m home.
Gods…
I halted in my tracks.
Only the warm yellow lights on our Christmas tree illuminated the gloomy living room.
Ollie and Kas laid on the couch. Our partner was stretched out on his back, arms wrapped around my husband. They looked so peaceful in their sleep. I rested my shoulder against the wall and just stared at them.
How am I so lucky?
Before Kas, I’d often felt like shit for leaving Ollie alone. It wasn’t rational. He’d known what he signed up for when he moved to Bavaria to be with me. And he was fine on his own. But still…
I slept more soundly knowing that they were together. And I adored them both so fucking much.
Except for Ollie’s parents who didn’t understand how we could love more than one person, every single member of our families and all of our friends liked Kas. They wanted us to be happy.
And we are.
I sighed.
Kas’s blue eye blinked open, and a soft smile blossomed over his face.
“Hey,” he mouthed. “Welcome home, big man.”
Pushing away from the wall, I crossed the room.
Without saying a word, I bent down to kiss him. He groaned. I knew what my tongue did to him.
“I missed you.”
“We missed you, too. Congratulations on winning the game. We watched it last night.” Kas’ voice was hoarse, his lids heavy.
“Thank you, gr?ben.” My sweet wolf.
I kissed him again. Gods, my men made me ravenous.
Ollie stirred. I supposed he was roused by Kas’ dick hardening against him.
“Darling,” he murmured sleepily, reaching out to trail a hand through my hair. “Welcome home. We missed you.”
Kas gently pushed me away, grinning. “I just said the same thing.”
“Well, we did. It’s just not the same when it’s not all three of us.” My perfect husband beckoned me closer. “Hi,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me.
I hadn’t realised that me bending forward to kiss Ollie brought my dick into Kas’ face.
He nuzzled my bulge. Firm fingers stroked up and down my cock before freeing me from my trousers.
“? gud!” He swallowed me down, gagging around my head, making me gasp.
“Oh yes, sweetheart. You suck him so well. Do you feel that, Bo darling?” He palmed my cheek, resting our foreheads together. “Do you feel how much he wants you?”
I nodded hurriedly. A rough tongue dipped into the slit at my cockhead every time he pulled off. It worked my ridges, driving me out of my mind with lust.
“He’s so hard. Aren’t you, Kas?”
Ollie sat up and revealed that they were both almost naked under the blanket. Ollie wore a pair of tight black boxers, my favourite. My gr?ben was in—
“Oh fuck!” A sexy white jockstrap hugged his sizeable bulge and those perfect, furry glutes. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing Kaspar in a jockstrap from the GLORY TROLL line I’d done with APC, the Scottish clothing brand for big boys like us.
“We planned a little surprise for you but fell asleep cuddling.”
He spread Kas’ long legs, and brought his hand between his cheeks. Ollie gripped the plug’s flat base and fucked it into our wolf’s tight hole. A shiver ran through his outstretched body.
Oh Gods.
“Our sweet wolf fancied himself spit roast for dinner.”
Hearing Ollie talk dirty like that made me lose my mind.
Our partner moaned when Ollie dragged his boxers down, pulled out the plug and replaced it with his hard length.
“You two are so perfect. How am I so lucky? Gods, I love you so much.” I leaned in to kiss Ollie and stroke Kas. He sucked my dick like a dying man as my husband’s thick cock pounded his hole.