Page 3 of The Wolf's Prince
They both chuckled, exchanging an amused look.
“Yes, well Nemirisquite tiny,” Memet said. “But they make it work.”
“I’m sure they do,” Nikolai mused, following their gazes.
There at the back of the room, he spotted Prince Nemir, looking lovely with his dark curls hanging around his face, his hand linked with another large, redheaded oaf who seemed to be even bigger than his brothers.
Nikolai raised an incredulous brow.
“Prince Nemir never showed interest in men before. It hardly seems fair that he should up with such abigone…”
Memet snorted.
“Do you feel left out?” he teased. “That could easily be remedied.”
Nikolai laughed, looking up at him with interest, then at Tuboy.
“Is this a two-for-one offer?” he asked boldly, feeling his cheeks heat at the suddenly flirtatious turn in the conversation.
They both grinned. Interest glinting in their eyes.
Perhaps the oves would be the most fun part of the party.
A prickling heat suddenly burned Nikolai’s neck, drawing his attention away. He glanced over his shoulder and froze.
A breathtakingly beautiful man wasglaringat him from only a couple of feet away, as though he had been personally offended by Nikolai. No human eyes caught the light like that, like a wild, dangerousanimal and Nikolai couldn’t move under his scrutiny. Even without the glint in his eyes, they were quite striking. Narrow, slanted, and intense.
“What are you?” Nikolai blurted by way of introduction.
The man blinked, his eyes suddenly dark as midnight on the new moon. He was a magnificent specimen, tall, broad, muscular, decked in earth-toned leather with fur accents all over.
All of these beings were stunning in their own unique ways. But this one, his intensity, and focus made it impossible to look away.
“Have you never seen a shifter before?” he finally asked, still seeming annoyed by Nikolai.
“Well, I wouldn’t know, would I?” Nikolai joked.
The shifter’s lips didn’t even twitch.
“Do you throw yourself at everyone with a hard cock to offer you?” he asked.
Nikolai’s lips parted in surprise, his brows shooting up. He was so surprised that he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.
Finally, a snort burst free.
He glanced back at the oves, just remembering them. Luckily, at some point, they had been pulled into a conversation with someone else.
Turning back to the shifter, he shrugged sheepishly.
“We were just playing,” he said. “That doesn’t mean we would end up in bed together.”
This didn’t seem to mollify his new companion.
Nikolai spent a moment admiring him, while he wondered about his mood. His hair was long, silky straight, and jet black, his features masculine and sharp, with those piercing eyes and soft-looking pink lips.
“I would have tried my luck with you had I seen you first,” Nikolai divulged.
He wasn’t sure if jealousy was the reason for the shifter’s hostility but he hoped it was.
