Longing for Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 5) by Roxie Noir Page B

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    For a few moments, they just ate cupcakes. Calder scarfed his, while Sam and Annika ate slower.
    “You’re covered in frosting,” Sam pointed out to Calder. He was only halfway through his own cupcake.
    “Sorry, I got excited,” he said.
    Annika tossed him the paper towels, and he tore one off, wiping his face off.
    “You finishing that?” he asked Sam.
    “Yes,” said Sam. “Stop looking at it.”
    Calder reached out and swiped a fingerful of frosting from Sam’s cupcake, but before he could get it into his mouth, Sam grabbed his wrist. Calder just laughed.
    “I tried,” he said.
    Sam stuck Calder’s finger in his mouth and sucked the frosting off, and something changed in Calder’s face. It was something small, something that Annika couldn’t exactly identify, but it was there .
    Annika swallowed.
    I wouldn’t mind watching that again , she thought.
    “Is that what happens when I steal frosting?” Calder said. His voice lowered, his deep blue eyes glinting.
    Sam shoved the last quarter of the cupcake into his mouth, and Calder laughed again. Annika kept nibbling, way more interested in what was happening in front of her than in chocolate frosting.
    “There’s a lady present,” Sam said, and winked at Annika.
    “Don’t mind me,” she said quickly. “There’s about a gallon of frosting in the fridge if you’re interested.”
    And you can lick it off each other all night , she thought.
    “Is that what you’re into?” Calder teased, turning toward her. He leaned against the counter on the opposite side of her kitchen, only a couple of feet away. “Was your real hangup that you’re a frost-o-philiac, and you need to watch people lick icing off of things to get off?”
    “I wish,” said Annika. “I own a bakery, so my days would be a nonstop orgy .”
    “I don’t think it was the frosting,” Sam said. He slid an arm around Calder’s waist.
    Nope , thought Annika, her pulse speeding up.
    “You think she’s finally getting the triad thing?” Calder asked.
    “I get triads,” she said, feeling a little defensive.
    “Are you sure?” Sam asked. “I know a way to find out.”
    “And you said we had to take it slow with her,” Calder teased his mate.
    “She got nervous telling me you’d hit on her,” Sam said.
    “Weird,” Calder said, and winked at her. “But adorable.”
    “Oh, come on,” Annika said. “I’m not that bad.”
    She swallowed hard. She felt like she couldn’t quite breathe right, like there was something about to happen that she could barely wait for.
    “Hey,” Sam said, his voice getting low and gravelly. “Kiss me.”
    Calder turned his head so their faces were an inch apart.
    “But she’s watching,” he said. His hand found the bottom of Sam’s shirt and he wound his fingers around it, revealing an inch of Sam’s hipbone.
    Annika had completely forgotten about the bakery.
    “She says she’s not that bad,” Sam said. “So kiss me and see if she runs away, screaming.”
    Calder closed the last inch, and Annika held her breath as their lips met, moving slow and hard, and he turned slightly toward Sam. His hand let go of the other man’s shirt and slid along Sam’s lower belly from hipbone to hipbone.
    There was a definite bulge in Sam’s jeans, and Annika finally breathed.
    Calder pulled away from Sam, and two pairs of eyes looked at Annika, both dark with lust.
    “Well?” Sam asked her.
    “She’s not running,” Calder said to him, his tone conspiratorial.
    “Give me some credit,” Annika finally said.
    “Look how red she is,” Sam said. “She was into it.”
    Annika opened her mouth, somehow feeling that she was supposed to protest, but then she shut it again, and both of them laughed. She cracked a smile herself.
    “Okay,” she admitted. “I was into it.”
    Sam held out one hand, like he’d done the other day, and Annika took it then let herself be pulled toward the two men. Before she knew it, she was pressed up