his hand and smiled when Desmond shook it.
* * * *
It was obvious Andrei hadn’t followed through on Kirill’s demand as soon as he and Louis stepped through the door. Kirill heard Andrei and another man chatting animatedly. “Let’s see what my guy’s up to, Louis. He better not be flirting with someone, or his ass will never recover.”
A coughing fit shook Louis, but he followed Kirill to the kitchen.
Andrei stood at the stove, stirring something in a pot, while a strange blond man leaned against the kitchen island, a glass of wine in his hand. When the stranger looked up, his eyes widened. He took in first Louis, then Kirill, before he turned his attention back to Louis. His cheeks flushed red.
“Andrei,” the man whispered. “Please tell me the god with the mocha skin is not your mate.”
Andrei whirled around. A smile spread over his face as soon as he saw Kirill. “Hey, honey muffin. I made dinner.” He dried his hands on a dishtowel and hurried over, pulling Kirill into a tight hug.
“Oh, thank fuck,” the stranger muttered.
Kirill frowned as he met Andrei’s gaze. “Babe? Who’s the drooling man in our kitchen? And why didn’t you follow my orders?”
Andrei laughed, turned them, and urged him toward the stranger. “Kirill, I’d like you to meet Desmond Wilkins. He applied to join the clan and he would like the open position of fire chief. I invited him for dinner because I can’t accept him without your okay.” Andrei grinned. “Desmond, this is my Kirill, the love of my life.”
Kirill melted. How could he stay mad at Andrei when he was in such a sweet mood? Kirill held out his hand to Desmond. “Nice to meet you. But I guess you’d rather talk with Louis than with me.” He laughed.
Desmond looked past Kirill while he shook his hand. “Louis,” he said breathily. He let go of Kirill’s hand and walked around him and Andrei. Coming to stop right in front of Louis, he reached out tentatively and hooked his index finger around Louis’. “Hi. I... I’m Desmond. You’re gorgeous. Please tell me you’re single and searching.”
Louis eyes were wide. “Uh... are you always this straightforward?”
“Yes. I mean... no. Only... I’ve never been so instantly attracted to anyone before. Gut feeling.” Desmond reached up as if to cup Louis’ face, but the beta pulled away.
“Whoa.” Louis frowned. “Calm down, tiger. I don’t know you.”
“Right. Of course.” Desmond scratched through his thick blond hair. He lowered his gaze to the floor and shuffled his feet. “If you don’t have a date for the Harvest Festival, I’d be honored to be yours. Please?”
Kirill grinned and looked up at Andrei. “That’s so cute,” he whispered. “Have you ever seen two huge men blush and fumble for words like this?”
Andrei embraced him from behind and placed his chin on Kirill’s shoulder. “Is Louis interested in...”
“He’s bi but looking for a man.” Kirill snuggled under Andrei’s arm. “Smells good in here. What did you prepare for dinner?”
“I can hear you, you know? Bear shifter.” Louis sounded disgruntled.
Andrei smirked. “Spaghetti and meat balls.”
Louis groaned. “My favorite. Fine.” He grabbed the fabric over the middle of Desmond’s chest and pulled him toward the kitchen table. “We can sit, eat, and get to know each other over a glass of wine. If I still like you by the end of dinner, I’ll be your date for the festival.”
Desmond followed Louis with a besotted look on his face.
Kirill briefly pushed his ass into the cradle of Andrei’s groin. “Your punishment is postponed, not cancelled.”
“Lucky me,” Andrei quipped.
Chapter Five
Andrei woke to hot suction around his prick. Placing an arm over his eyes, he groaned and reached down with his free hand. He tangled his fingers in Kirill’s soft hair and stroked through the strands. “I love you.”
Kirill hummed around him, sending Andrei’s senses reeling. Gasping for breath, he lifted his hips to seek more of the delicious heat that was Kirill’s mouth. Kirill placed one strong arm over Andrei’s hips and pressed him down on the bed.
“Baby... please.” Andrei wasn’t sure what he was begging for. His mate gave the best blow jobs, so he was a happy bear. Letting go of Kirill’s hair, he lifted on his elbows and watched his dick disappear and reappear between Kirill’s plush pink lips. “Fuck, what a pretty sight. I’ll never tire of watching you.”
Kirill winked. He cupped Andrei’s balls and rolled them gently. He gave them a soft squeeze, then sucked Andrei’s cock to