Amanda's Wolves(59)

Sawyer chuckled as he scooted his chair back. “Well, I’m not a figment of your imagination, but I’ll be glad to reinforce what you saw.”

She flushed. “And stay out of my mind. It’s disconcerting.”

“We can’t help it. You’ll learn to block us when you want, but we won’t like it.”

She crossed her arms again, well aware what it did to her breasts. She’d seen the look on Sawyer’s face when she’d done it earlier. He could be brought to heel with that small gesture alone. “Just show me your wolf and get out of my head.”

He lowered the zipper on his jeans and then shrugged them over his hips until he could step out of them.

Damn. She’d forgotten this part. He needed to strip first or risk ruining his clothes. If she’d considered that aspect, she might have asked him to switch forms the second she entered the room earlier.

The man stood so tall and broad, any woman would swoon. And he was hers. No other woman would ever get the chance to see him like this again. No matter how many eyes she watched following him around a crowded restaurant for the rest of her life, she would be able to smirk at them, knowing they would never experience what she would enjoy behind closed doors.

Logan chuckled to her side. “Baby, you’re going to have to block better than that.”

Sawyer leaned his hands on the table, his cock bobbing in front of him, fully erect. “I’m going to shift for you because you asked, and I know you need to see it again, but I’m not going to stay in wolf form long. Your thoughts are killing me.” He stroked a hand down his shaft.

She swallowed, wishing it were her hand instead of his. She hadn’t had the opportunity to explore either man sufficiently. They’d taken every inch of her body, and she’d spent the majority of their time together on her back at the mercy of their mouths.

Sawyer righted himself with a low groan. “Woman…” He dropped to the floor on all fours.

She stood to round the table for a better view as his bones popped and stretched and reshaped into another form. His hair elongated at the same time, and his snout protruded from where his human jaw normally resided.

It happened so fast, just as it had last night. If she had blinked for any extended period of time, she could easily convince herself Sawyer left the room and this wolf had come in to replace him.

But there was no denying what happened.

He was so gorgeous.

She stepped closer, and he padded toward her tentatively. When she reached out a hand to stroke his fur, he tilted his head and set it on her palm. She giggled. His fur was a dark brown, almost black like his regular hair, and his eyes were the same brown when he blinked up at her. His tongue wagged out of his mouth, and she jumped back, half afraid he would try something with her in his wolf form.

Logan chuckled at the end of the table. “We don’t mate in wolf form, baby. He’s harmless.”

He was anything but harmless. After all, he’d stolen her heart. He and the other large man currently making fun of her.

She buried both hands in his back, getting bolder, wanting to feel his hardness, and wondering if he was as tough in wolf form as he was in his human skin. He was.

He let her explore, but after a few moments, he backed up, breaking contact, and shifted back into human form.

When he stood, completely naked, his cock once again bobbing between them, he stalked toward her, the look in his eyes telling her she was about to get devoured. And she didn’t mind.

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Sawyer hadn’t stopped thinking about spreading her out on top of the table since she’d lowered herself into her chair earlier. And he needed her so badly now he couldn’t stop himself from making that fantasy a reality.

He heard Logan scoot his chair back next to him. “I’ll move the dishes. Hang on,” he said into Sawyer’s head. The man was going to have to move fast if he intended to save the plates. Otherwise, Sawyer was going to swipe them to the floor.

Amanda’s eyes widened, and she took a step back until her ass bumped into the edge of the glass tabletop. She swallowed hard as she tipped her head back and met his gaze. Her small hands landed on his forearms.

He shrugged her off, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and whipped it over her head. His gaze wandered down her body. Lord, he was one lucky man.

Her nipples puckered to stiff peaks, and a slow inhale told him she was wet and aroused. He leaned in closer, setting his hands on the edges of the table and trying to avoid direct contact with her body.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her chastely before giving up the farce and smashing his mouth against her to devour her taste. Pizza sauce and spicy peperoni masked slightly by the syrupy sweet soda she’d finished after eating.