Page 30 of Hunk Sandwich
“Oh fuuuck,” he drawled, face tilting up in search of a mouth to kiss. Their heated sighs pushed me to speed up. Skin slapping on fur, tongues tangling, and hands searching for purchase, I drove Kas over the edge. I was relentless. He needed to come now orI would arrive before him. I reached past his hips to grip Ollie’s dick.
My sweet husband didn’t need much more. Kas joined him a heartbeat later, both of them coming all over my fingers.
Nothing held me back. Sinking my teeth into Kaspar’s shoulder, I emptied my balls into his tight body, moving through my orgasm and fucking my cum deeper into him.
I bit him so hard I almost drew blood but Kaspar didn’t even flinch. He groaned and pressed his shoulder into my mouth.
Breathing hard, I eventually let go and dragged my dick out. I moved us around so I could hug both of them.
“Holy shit.” Ollie chuckled. His cheeks were still flushed and looked so pretty with his lips all bruised and puffy. “That was fucking beautiful.”
I kissed him, then tilted Kaspar’s face up so I could check on him. “Are you good, little wolf?”
“So good. You bit me,” he muttered, snuggling his face between my pecs.
“A mating bite.” My eyes snapped up to Ollie’s face. He gave me a blazing look filled with a wild happiness I recognised from when I had mated him. “Can you feel it?” Ollie reached over and palmed my cheek.
“Yes,” I whispered. I felt a low humming, like a live wire. Something new and exciting, something real.
“Because I can feel it, too, Bo darling.”
“Älskling, I’m…”
What is it that I feel?
“So happy,” he finished my sentence.
“Bo?” Kas scrambled to his hands and knees, his panic hitting me like a hammer. “What are you talking about? You can’t mean—” He broke off, groaning and biting his lip hard.
Oh yes, sweet wolf, you’re leaking my cum, aren’t you?
“Do you feel it, Kaspar?” Ollie asked, sitting up and reaching out for him. He touched the spot where I had bitten him with gentle fingers. Kas followed his invitation in an instant, seeking comfort in his arms. “Bo and I do, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, okay?”
“I’m not scared,” he murmured, holding out a hand to me.
I wrapped it in both of mine.
“Kaspar, I had no idea this was possible.”
“Or you wouldn’t have done it?” His eyes met mine.
“Or I would have asked you if it was what you wanted first,” I clarified.
“I would have said yes. I know I shouldn’t want it. You are married. I’m just your fuck buddy, but I’ve fallen in love with you. Both of you,” he amended in a small voice, breath hitching in his throat.
Ollie’s fingers enclosed our clasped hands. Tears slid down his cheeks. “You aren’t our fuck buddy.We love you, Kaspar.” He emphasised every word with a squeeze.
“But you can’t.” Through our connection I felt his vulnerability.
“Who says that?” I asked him gently. “Of course we can. Ollie is telling the truth, we love you, Kaspar. And we don’t want to lose you again. You are a part of our family.” I leaned in and kissed both of them. “We want to have movie nights and vacations with you, hang out with friends, and fuck until we’re all too sore to move. And one day, if you want it too, we want a home with you.”
Ollie and I had occasionally thrown these ideas around. I knew we were on the same page.
“I’m dreaming. Imustbe dreaming.”
My husband pinched his butt lightly. “No, not dreaming.”
Chapter 25
