But it’s the opening of the door at the other end of the aisle that has Rowan—and Luca—riveted. Beyond the threshold, on top of a dining table, is a beautiful, slim man covered in food. The group of five or six men withhim is pretending he’s not there as they eat meat and cheese from his skin. The occasional person pauses in their conversation to suck his hard dick or bite at a nipple or slurp something sweet from his fingertips. Rowan finds he can’t look away until the door swings shut.
“Holy fuck.”
“Yeah,” Luca whispers. “Do you think Nix would let us—” His voice cuts off when Rowan reaches him across the table and covers Luca’s mouth with his hand.
“Nope. Not right now. You want this to last beyond the first three seconds; there will be none of that.” Just imagining it sends a shudder through Rowan’s very core. Food and Nix are intertwined so deeply in his Wolf’s brain that there seems to be a live wire connected to his dick.
“Fuck, you aresoright—but for the record, I need his slick on ice cream…oh, here comes our food.”
Jo saves the day by sliding their meal onto the table before rolling away on her skates. The fries look crispy, and the whipped cream slides down the side of the unmistakably phallic-shaped glass. It inspires Rowan. “Lick that up, cutie.”
Luca reaches for the glass with his hands, and Rowan stops him with a hand on his knee. “No hands.”
He goes to his knees, placing his elbows on the table. Leaning forward, he touches the tip of his tongue to the melting cream, licking it slowly like an ice cream cone.
Rowan finds it hard to decide what he wants to do next, overwhelmed by the urge to have it all at once. But this is about control—for both him and Luca. It’s about delaying his desires, stretching them out, savoring the burn and the renewed throb of his pulse in his cock. It’s about giving this to Luca and making it unforgettable.
Unzipping his jeans, just as he’d done in the car, Rowan pulls his cock out. The relief is short-lived when Luca slides the back of his skirt up in a not-so-subtle invitation.
Thinking he should remind Luca who’s in charge, he gives that juicy butt a hard smack. It’s loud in the room, and it draws several pairsof eyes. They might look because of the noise, but they stay because Luca is so pretty, moaning as he licks the glass. “You’re not being very subtle, Luc,” Rowan chuckles.
“Mmm, can I have a drink now?” He wiggles again.
Rowan can’t resist spanking him again on the lowest part of that ass three more times.
“Yes, I’m going to be busy back here. You can eat as much as you like, but two things.” He pauses so he knows he has his mate’s full attention. “You can come whenever you like, but I will be fucking you before we leave, and you will come then as well. And Luc?”
His mates eyes are already glazed, his lower lip caught between sharp white teeth. He’s vibrating with anticipation. “Yes, I want them to know I’m making you feel good. Loudly.”
“That won’t problem at all. You always make me feel good.”
“Okay, then lean into me for a minute; I’m going to need a bit more room.” He pulls Luca back onto his haunches on the bench and pushes the table slightly out of the way. Just enough room for him to put Luca between him and the very—unsurprisingly—sturdy table. “Up here.”
“On the table? Shit. Okay.” Soon, they have him situated—on his elbows and knees, with his belly pressed down. His back is arched in a sexy curve. “Can I use my hands for the food?”
Rowan smacks the juicy butt perfectly positioned in front of him. “Pardon me?”
“Oh! May I use my hands for the food…sir?”
“Yes, just your hands, though. No utensils.”
Now that Luca has his instructions and Rowan can hear him sucking on the milkshake’s straw, he can finally focus on the real meal—Luca’s beautiful ass. Round, juicy cheeks, still pink in places Gideon had warmed for him earlier—the white hand print has faded—and there’s not a bruise to be found.
But the bouncy cheeks are not the prize Rowan is after. He wastes no time in pulling those cheeks apart so he can see Luca’s hole. It’s shiny from the plug’s lube, and Rowan needs to feel it underhis tongue. It’s the flavor of artificial nondescript lube, salt, and pure Luca. Tonguing around his hole, he slips in past the ring, sucking hard and grazing it with a fang.
There’s a gasp, a squeak, and Luca is pushing back against his face, trying to get him to push in deeper, suck harder. “More.”
“That’s it, cutie. Louder. I want them to hear you in the kitchen.” Rowan licks a stripe from his perineum to his tailbone before pushing his tongue in as far as he can, the feeling of Luca clenching down one of Rowan’s favorite things. He’d learned from the rim-master himself, Jay-fucking-Rhodes.
“So good, Ro. Fingers, too, please. Then you can fuck me.”
That sounds like the best idea Luca has had all day. Just thinking about pulling his mate back onto his cock and holding him up where the whole room can see them spurs him on.
But if he’s learned one thing from Gideon about playing with Luca like this, it’s that Luca is not the boss. Their beta likes to brat—and brat hard—but he loves a creative firm hand.
Leaning back, he smacks Luca’s ass, three times and then his hole once with two fingers. “You aren’t the boss, baby. Now say you’re sorry.”
“Ow, fuck. Ro,” Luca moans, but pushes back, a subtle request for more.
