48. Tobias
Tobias
Iwasn’t joking when I told my honey bunny I wanted to eat him. His delicious scent made my mouth water in the worst way. He lay back against the cushions, laser-focused on the plate piled high with the pasta Tank had ordered from Don Corleone’s in Trinity Falls.
I’d tried snagging some of it when I walked in, only to be punched in the face. It was then I realized we had a guest. A very unexpected guest.
“Would you like some dessert, honey bunny? We have chocolate ice cream in the freezer.” Or we did the last time I checked. Tate better not have scoffed it all during one of his depressive episodes. If he had, I’d legit murder him.
“Why are you growling like you want to dismember someone?” My cute little wolf had a soft, husky voice, and my dick got hard every time he opened his pretty mouth. Thinking about how delicious his mouth would look wrapped around my now-hard dick caused me to lose track of my thoughts.
“Dismember someone?” I repeated eventually, confused about where this was going. Chocolate ice cream to dismemberment was an abrupt change of topic, even by my standards.
“You pulled a murder face.” He put his empty plate on the table but kept hold of the fork. “Fair warning, candy cane. I’ll stab you if you try anything.” I totally believed him and loved that he thought he could get the better of me and Tank.
“My murder face, as you called it, is for Tate if he’s eaten my chocolate ice cream. Would you like some?”
“I ordered vanilla cheesecake and chocolate chip cookies,” Tank called from the kitchen.
“Ooh, my favorites!” I yelled back.
Tank’s enraged growl suggested I wouldn’t be getting any.
“I should go,” my honey bunny said, looking conflicted. “I need a shower.”
That cheered me up. “No problem, my sweet honey boo. I have a shower large enough for two.”
“So do I,” Tank grumbled before shoving me off the couch. I cursed him and his entire bloodline before punching him in the gut. Which turned out to be a huge mistake because my brother from another mother had abs carved from granite.
“Fuck my life, I think I broke my hand,” I whimpered.
Ignoring my pathetic moans, he fetched a bowl of cheesecake and handed it to Riley.
“Eat.”
I watched, mesmerized, as Riley took a bite of cheesecake and then moaned with delight. My dick throbbed painfully in my shorts, but at least it distracted me from my broken hand.
“Can I try a bit?” I leaned forward, tongue out, but my honey bunny growled and snarled in the cutest way.
“I don’t share my food!”
“But sharing can be fun…” Tank bared his teeth threateningly in a way that suggested he would kill me if I didn’t back off.
Sharing wasn’t in his nature. That asshole had never shared a damn thing with me or anyone.
Thank the goddess Tate was a sharing, caring sort, which was why I knew he’d be on board with this latest development.
“I do not share, asshole,” Riley snapped, mirroring Tank’s body language.
I watched, entranced, as he ate every crumb of the cheesecake and then rubbed his little belly. Unlike me and the grumpy gargoyle, Riley had a lean build, although he usually hid his body in baggy garments.
Not that I cared. Riley was perfect. Delicate features, thick lashes, and hair so red it reminded me of a blazing fire.
“Okay, I’m done,” he said while I fantasized about stripping him naked. “I’m leaving before you get your murder face on again.” He gave Tank some side-eye. “You too.”
My brother grumbled, unhappy the little wolf was trying to leave. But I sighed. As much as I wanted to chain him to my bed and do bad things to his sexy body, I wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d accept that without a fight.
And after everything he’d endured this afternoon, he needed rest.
“I’ll take you back to your dorm,” I offered. Then I’d know exactly which room was his.
“Not a chance, stalker boy,” my honey bunny huffed, clambering off the sofa. I watched as he walked up to Tank, chewing his lip in a way that made my dick ache all over again.
“Thanks, big guy. I owe you one.” Tank went rigid. Honestly, it was pathetic. The idiot had the social skills of a blowfish.
He grunted something and patted Riley on the shoulder.
Honey bunny threw one last glare in my direction before stomping out of our apartment, taking my bleeding heart with him.