Sinfully Delicious Saturday: That Pour Some Sugar on Me moment of pure enticement NSFW

 

From Howl Down the Moon, Book 2 in the Comet Lake Chronicles. 

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Luka knows he screwed up the night he tried to help Raine. He always gets things wrong—one of many reasons he steers clear of the rest of the pack. Besides, he doesn’t deserve the fellowship of other wolves, not with how badly he failed when it mattered most.

Rand has seen a great deal during his time as pack physician, both good and bad. Helping others is his life’s calling, so when a wolf shows up with bitemarks from an altercation with another wolf, he’s quick to treat, but when he learns the name of the wolf bleeding on his clinic floor, he’s quick to judge, too. Too bad he fails to take the time to learn the whole story.

Speaking of stories, there’s one Slade has refused to listen to for years—so much so, he’s relegated himself to the borderlands to avoid having anything to do with those who caused the tragedy that cost him his twin and the vengeance he knows will damn him for life if he carries it out.

A series of decisions, good and bad, brings the lives of these three wolves crashing together. In Comet Lake, that’s called fate. The spark of a chance. Now it’s up to them to put stubbornness aside, stop answering questions with questions, and pause in their self-loathing long enough to listen to one another, put their pasts behind them, and learn how to love.

And now for that Pour Some Sugar on Me Moment

Slade could scarcely breathe when Luka rubbed his cheek against his leather-clad thigh, eyes seductively half lidded as he let out the most adorable little growls.

“I think we may have discovered the source of your irregular heartbeat,” Rand murmured, hand on Slade’s chest where the stethoscope had been. “I can feel it pounding. Are you sure it’s good for you to get this excited?”

“I don’t know,” Slade moaned because Luka was rubbing his cheek over the laces now and tugging at the ends of them with his teeth. “You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you be telling me?”

“I’m afraid there is a handsy little distraction making that very difficult,” Rand replied, from where he was kneeling beside Luka, running the fingers of his free hand through the fur of Luka’s hoodie.

“He’s very naughty; isn’t he?” Slade murmured, slipping a hand beneath Luka’s chin and raising his face so he could look into eyes that were already beginning to dilate. He brushed his thumb over Luka’s lips and listened to him hum before opening them, engulfing his thumb and beginning to suck on it, his gaze never leaving Slade.

“Oh, yes, perhaps he needs a lesson in how to behave,” Rand remarked.

“Are you out of your mind?” Slade hissed. “Let him be as naughty as he’d like. The naughtier the better. In fact, I’m curious to see how naughty he can be with a bit of music and the promise of a lovely little treat if he’ll strip for me.”

“A treat, huh? What do you have in mind?” Rand asked.

There’s a leather tawse under the pillow, which I plan to redden his ass with if he does a good job dancing for us.

And after you do?

I’m going to spank you while you fuck him.

Rand’s pupils dilated a fraction, too, his lips parting a little, his tongue peeking out. Slade’s exceptional hearing clued him in to the fact that Rand’s heartbeat had picked up, too, his breath coming in soft little pants.

Slade instructed the smart speaker to play “Pour Some Sugar On Me,” loving the way Luka flicked his tongue out at him before pushing off on Slade’s thighs to get back to his feet, head down, dragging his hands up his own body as he straightened up, undulating like a snake. God, those hips and the way Luka swiveled as he turned, rolling his neck so his hair fanned out, that fluffy tail attached to his shorts swaying every time he moved. Rand had turned, too, so he could watch Luka shimmy, part the vest, reveal a shoulder, roll it forward, and then arch his back as he covered back up again, the fuckin’ tease.