“Daddy,” he murmured, “you taste as good as the chocolate souffle.” As if to prove his point, he sank his teeth into Kari’s flesh, but not deep enough to break skin.
Kari’s cock throbbed in time with the beat of his heart. His breathing labored, he clutched at Bowie, working hard to keep control. He was aware Miles could see them—smell them.
“B-babycakes… y-you need to s-stop,” he stammered, while he tugged Bowie firmly against him with the violence of his need.
Bowie didn’t take his lips off his neck as he answered, “Nooo, don’t want to.”
Fuck.He panted through the next onslaught of pleasure at Bowie’s display of desperation. His body was plastered against Kari’s now, and he was rocking his hips, adding friction to his throbbing shaft.
At the increasing scent of Bowie’s slick, Kari felt a dampness spreading through the front of his trousers.
“We’re here, sir.”
Kari thought he heard a sigh of relief coming from Miles' direction, but he was already unbuckling them and opening the car door. He didn’t even consider putting Bowie down and awkwardly twisted to get out whilst holding him as if he were a baby. Careful not to bang his head, he came forward to standing.
Bowie didn’t seem to notice they were out of the car, continuing to kiss and lick at his throat, his fingers clutching and releasing repeatedly at Kari’s neck.
Leg’s weakening from the assault, Kari became conflicted after kicking the car door shut and eyeing the door in front of him. Any thought of putting Bowie down to open it got his wolf growling.
“Babycakes, Daddy needs to open the door. Can you reach into my pocket to get the keys?”
“Huh?” Bowie’s dazed eyes met Kari’s, and he had to lock his knees together or fall over.
“Keys. I need to open the door,” he rasped, past the tightness in his throat.
Bowie glanced around with surprise and it took a second for him to let go of Kari’s neck and wiggle to get down.
Kari logically understood that needed to happen so they could get inside—safely. He just wasn’t feeling logical at having Bowie even an inch from him.
A frown appeared when Bowie stopped wiggling. “Aren’t we going in?”
“Yes. Shit. Right.” Glad of the darkness when his cheeks flamed with the heat of embarrassment, he put Bowie down and took a step away. He kept a distance between them as they went inside and in the elevator on the ride up to the apartment, knowing he couldn’t trust himself. The small box held the headyscent of their arousal. The dampness at his crotch was more obvious in the warmth inside the elevator.
Kari counted off the seconds as he watched Bowie, who seemed to get how close he was to stripping him and fucking him right there against the wall.
When the elevator doors finally opened, Kari blew out the breath he’d held for the last few seconds, still not touching Bowie. He trembled unashamedly with need that unlocking the door took two attempts before he could step aside to let Bowie in.
The door clicked, and he lockedit chanting,keep it slow. Keep it slow, don’t scare him.
Except when he turned, he growled at Bowie, already tearing off his clothes.
Oh gods!
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Bowie
The day was the absolute best of his life, and the overpowering sense of love took away all his inhibitions—it had to be that—when all he wanted was to sink his teeth into Kari. To make Kari his for always. He craved it. His animal craved it. His gums ached with how much he wanted to bite the sexy man quivering in front of him and smelling like sex.
The moment the lock snicked into place, Bowie tore at his clothes. He needed to be naked. To get Kari naked. Then he could choose which part of Kari’s glorious body to bite.
“Clothes, too many clothes. Daddy, get naked!” Bowie whined, when Kari just stood there, unmoving.
Trembling hands tugged at Kari’s tie, and Bowie stopped what he was doing, watching him slowly strip out of his clothes. The damp patch on his trousers was Bowie’s doing. His suit was ruined with slick, but Bowie didn’t care.
Kari kicked off his shoes, pushing down his trousers and underwear. The long, thick, delicious cock slapping againsthis belly, glistening in the overhead lights, got Bowie moving. He tore off the remaining clothes, buttons pinging on various surfaces, unnoticed.
Breathing hard, naked, they stared at each other. Bowie wasn’t sure what they were waiting for, but the intensity of Kari’s gaze was all wolf. Unable to hold back any longer, he leapt at Kari, who caught him with ease. Bowie shivered at the delicious glide of skin on skin as Kari’s hands slid under his ass to lift him, allowing him to wrap his legs around Kari’s middle. The warm, fragrant skin sliding against Bowie’s caused him to moan and cling on, wanting to get closer still.
