Page 69 of Impromptu Match

I stared at them in disbelief. Of everything I’d seen over the last week, they were the weirdest. They were more disconcerting than Lizard Granny. Than Kit the mothperson. Than Vince’s freakishly long tongue. Than Coach “Hogbody” Boris in his tracksuit with his disgruntled pig face.

They looked like two mustard yellow oblongs with lanky arms and legs, about three-and-a-half feet tall. Larkin had been right when he’d described them—their mouths were like two halves of a crescent moon, like they’d make one regular smile if they stood with their cheeks pressed together. They each had one big eye in the centre of their face, and a smaller eye on either side of it.

They were wearing tighty-whities.

“What the fug? We were doing karate in the dark,” one of them said irritably while the other kept kicking into the air, making whooshing noises with his weird half-mouth.

I didn’t know which was which, but his voice was kind of nasally and high-pitched. He leaped onto the corner post of the ring and pointed down at us dramatically.

“You interrupted us. Feel our wrath!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Holt muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, then raised his voice. “We didn’t know you were in here, Beans. Just chill.”

“Who’s this?” Beans was looking directly at me now, and oh my god, it was terrifying. “Is this the human you told us about earlier?”

Frank stopped karate kicking and jogged to the ropes. “Humans suuuuck.”

“Humans do not suck,” Holt said sternly. “Especially not this one. Don’t be rude, Frank.”

“How are you at karate?” Beans asked me.

“Bad,” I blurted instantly. “Really bad. Never done it. Definitely couldn’t take you two on.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Frank’s narrow chest puffed up. Then he made more whooshing noises and karate chopped the air, accidentally slamming his arm into Beans’ leg and making him topple off the ropes with a squawk.

“Let’s go,” Holt muttered, leading me across the arena to the door the audience used to get inside.

“Turn the lights back off!” Beans called after us.

“Last time you did karate in the dark, you ran into each other and got concussions,” Holt called back flatly. “Just leave the fucking lights on.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Definitely Not Safe for Work

Seb was sitting on the couch doing a crossword in his werewolf form when we got back, but he stood up to resume his usual post outside as Holt dragged me across the room to his office.

I was pretty sure Seb just wanted to put some distance between us because Holt seemed very determined to get me alone, and werewolf ears were sensitive.

“We’ll order dinner soon,” Holt said absently before Seb left the room. A second later I was being pulled into Holt’s office with him kicking the door shut behind us.

“Finally.” Holt dragged me over to his desk by my tie, then gently pushed me back until my butt hit the edge and I was half sitting. In the next instant, he was crushing his mouth to mine, moaning as our tongues met in a desperate rush.

I shivered as he stepped between my legs, the heat from his cock reaching me through our pants. Arms going around him, I palmed his backside and squeezed. God, it was so firm and pert. I wondered whether it was copper like his legs and balls, or grey like the rest of him.

I was leaning toward copper. Holt possessed the energy of a man with a gilded ass. He already had the gilded ballsack.

He groaned as his hands smoothed up my stomach, before I felt his fingers curling between the buttons of my shirt. I jumped when he tugged forcefully, ripping my shirt open in dramatic fashion, the buttons flying and pinging onto the floor.

“Fuck yeah, that was awesome.” Holt broke the kiss to stare at my bare chest, my tie now dangling at an angle from the open collar. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I gulped and hastily leaned back on my hands to keep my balance when he ducked his head to kiss my shoulder, then my collarbone, before trailing his lips down to a nipple. He licked it with a soft groan, then swirled his tongue, making my cock jump in my slacks as I let out a shaky breath.

Lowering himself to his knees before me, he impatiently tore open my pants and tugged them down my legs with my underwear, my cock springing free and bumping his cheek. I bit down hard on my lower lip when his tongue emerged to curl around the head as he fumbled to yank off my shoes without looking so he could get my pants over my feet.

Oh god, this couldn’t look sexy. I was in socks, an open shirt and a tie. But Holt seemed to love it, his pink eyes heavy with lust as he gave the tip of my cock a wet, tonguing kiss and ran his gaze up my stomach and chest to my face. I knew I was already flushed and breathing fast as I stared down at him, my hands clamped around the edge of the desk.

He dipped his head to lash my balls with his tongue, making me jerk with a tiny whimper, then kissed and licked his way up my stomach and sternum as he stood.

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