“I do and have done for some time, Babycakes.” He rubbed his warm lips against Bowie’s. “You’re daddy’s sweet boy.”
The sigh came out all dreamy. “I am?”Oh my.
I think I’m swooning,his animal side squealed.
The crinkles at the sides of Kari’s eyes came with a huge ass grin. “Yes.” The next kiss was sweet and swoony. Kari deepened it slowly, fingers sliding around the back of Bowie’s neck, sliding into his hair.
Bowie winced when Kari grazed the lump.
“Shit, sorry.” Kari removed his hands immediately, frowning with concern.
“So ‘kay,” he mumbled, a little disgruntled at missing out on more kissing when Kari slid him sideways so he could examine the back of his head.
“Is it hurting?”
Bowie went to deny it, then caught Kari’s expression. “It’s a little throbby.”
Kari placed a kiss on the lump, which left Bowie with stinging eyes. Then, Kari settled him on the couch, tucking his blankets around him, signaling the kissing wasn’t what Bowie was going to be getting any more of, for now. “I’ll go grab an ice pack, as you didn’t want the pain pills.”
Trust Kari to go back to that, but Bowie’s attention was on the large bulge in Kari’s sweats. He’d done that. He had.
Kari loves me.
He loves me.
He wants me… forever?
“Do you want me forever?” The thought came out before he could think about it, and Kari stopped on his way to the kitchen, turning to look at him.
The intensity of those blue eyes made him hyperventilate before Kari spoke. “I do. When you’re ready, I want to be your mate. My wolf wants to see our claim on your beautiful, creamy skin and feel your claim on us.”
Oh wow.Bowie whimpered and was grateful for the heap of fleece covering him with how his lower body reacted. The warmth in the room let Kari know exactly how he felt about that.
Kari’s nostrils flared and his eyes glittered. There were slashes of deep red across his cheekbones. He stepped back towards Bowie.
“You like that idea?”
Bowie only had the ability to nod with how dry his mouth was.
“When you’ve fully recovered, we’ll talk more about it. And just so you don’t doubt I want this,”—his hand lowered to thefront of his sweats, and he squeezed the arousal tenting them—“I could drill a hole in metal with how hard I am right now, imagining you wearing my claim.”
Bowie sagged on the cushions when Kari disappeared, struggling to catch his breath. His hand burrowed under the cover to feel the dampness that had soaked through his pants, front and back.
Would sex be part of that?
Bowie really hoped so. He really did.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Delicious & Vicious
Monty:Bowie, did I miss something? Isn’t it your turn to bring in cake? I checked the rota in our lounge, but I can’t find any anywhere.
Hollis:Bowie’s working from home for a few days. I said I’d take his turn, and the box of apple cakes is in my office. I just haven’t had time to drop them in the coffee lounge.
Frey:Why is Bowie working from home? Is everything okay?
Wilder:Is it something to do with the gossip that someone got assaulted in the car lot out the back of the building a few days ago?
