Page 3 of Untamed Instincts

“Nuh-uh, wait.” He snatched the pretzel before Noah could eat it.

“You’re just one big pretzel tease, aren’t you?” Noah huffed, appearing genuinely annoyed.

Quinton’s bear softly growled. “I propose a game.” He held up the pretzel he’d taken from Noah.

His mate spun to face him, and damn if Quinton didn’t want to tug the skinny human onto his lap. “What kind of game?”

Who can get undressed the fastest.

“Each person asks a question,” Quinton stated. “If the other person answers it, truthfully, they can eat a pretzel.”

Noah smiled softly, causing Quinton’s dick to harden. “So, just to clarify, we’re playing a high-stakes game of getting to know each other.” He tapped his chin in the most adorable way. “What happens if we don’t answer?”

“Then you have to buy the other a drink.”

Noah seemed to consider his offer, and Quinton swept his gaze over the guy’s handsome face. He was staring directly at Noah, simply blown away at the fact his mate was seated right next to him.

Now he knew how his best friend, Kalen, had felt the morning he’d met Delta. No wonder the wolf shifter had acted like his mind was short circuiting.

That was exactly how Quinton felt at the moment.

“Okay, but we don’t get too personal,” Noah finally agreed, picking up a pretzel. “Go ahead and ask.”

The first question that popped into his head was asking who those men were and why the fuck they were trying to pressure his mate into having sex with them. Also, would he need to kill them?

“How old are you?” Lame, but he wanted to put his mate at ease.

“Twenty-five.” Noah smiled before tossing the pretzel into his mouth. Quinton’s perverted gaze zeroed in on Noah’s swanlike neck as his mate chewed then swallowed.

He’d just met his mate, and his bear wanted to claim the human, to bend him over the bar and fuck him, which only fueled Quinton’s arousal.

Picking up a pretzel, Quinton held it close to his lips with a sly grin. “Ask whatever you want, handsome.”

“Are you single?” Noah’s cheeks blossomed with the prettiest blush Quinton had ever seen.

Not anymore. “Yes. I haven’t been in a relationship in some time, and, no, I currently don’t have anyone on speed dial for booty calls.”

He had to erase those numbers pronto.

Using the tip of his tongue, Quinton drew the snack into his mouth, watching how Noah’s cute nostrils slightly flared.

His mate absentmindedly reached for the bowl, his gaze still locked on Quinton’s mouth. Quinton smiled when Noah knocked half the contents out of the bowl before picking up a pretzel.

It was good to know he could easily fluster the guy.

“Who were those men with you?”

“My brother and best friend.” He ate the pretzel. “How old are you?”

That was a tricky one. Quinton couldn’t reveal his true age, which happened to be 324. The human wouldn’t believe him, of course, and then he would call an end to the game.

“How old do I look?”

Noah studied him, his dark green eyes reminding Quinton of cat eyes.

“Late thirties, possibly early forties?” Noah tilted his head. “I’m gonna go with forties.”

“Does that bother you?” As they asked questions, they ate the pretzels.

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