Monster Pucker: A MMF Monster Hockey Romance(7)

CHAPTER 3





KLAUS





I breathed in Holly’s sweet scent as she stepped through the doorway of my home. Flurry took her midnight-blue peacoat off like the gentleman he was, despite absolutely railing me in the showers only a bit ago.

I still felt a prick of guilt over losing my cool during practice. The good news was–Ehrokk was fine. The puck had left a nasty bruise on his ribcage, but the orc was tough.

Flurry knew how to push my buttons, but that was one reason I loved him. He also knew how to excite me…All his talk about Holly had sent me over the edge.

We’d met her in the parking lot after practice before all piling into my car. The drive here felt like it had taken forever yet at the same time, it felt like it passed by in the blink of an eye. All three of us were nervous because this was new, but it was also thrilling. I was truly flustered for the first time in my life, which had even shown up in practice.

There was something about Holly. I wanted to know her, to know more about her, and I knew Flurry did, too. He’d been crushing on her for so long, I’d even teased him about it when we were together.

Her being in the locker room had really just been the opening we needed to finally ask her out.

And now, here we were.

The woman I had been pining over for weeks was in my home with me and my secret mate.

Holly’s eyes widened as we stepped into the living room. The fire was already roaring in the hearth, the massive vault ceiling flickering with the warm light. My house was a modern cabin with an open design, a rustic finish that reminded me of my childhood. Still, it had never felt like home until Flurry was in it.

And now Holly, too.

I wasn’t oblivious to the tug in my heart. The moment I smelled her scent, I’d known. Holly belonged with us. She just didn’t know it yet.

“So this is his massive house,” Flurry said. “He even has a butler. All that seasoned hockey player money.”

“Shut up,” I grumbled. “Marco isn’t a butler. He’s a chef.”

“Who also cleans your house, runs your schedule, and keeps you from turning into a complete grump like Coach.”

He wasn’t wrong.

I had hardly slept last night thinking about this date. Instead, I had planned out the menu for our date and Marco would prepare the meal. Everything would be perfect.

I was starving, and I knew that Flurry was, as well. It would be a beautiful meal with vintage wine and the excitement of discovering every single thing we could about the human.

I had many, many questions.

“Old man Klaus has to have everything perfect,” Flurry teased.

In one swift motion, I grabbed one of his tusks and pulled his face close to mine, letting out a low growl. His eyes widened, the scent of lust already filling the room.

“You best behave before I bend you over my knee,” I said. “We’re entertaining a lady, Frank. Act like it.”

He wrinkled his nose at the use of his first name. I released him and chuckled, refocusing on Holly. Her pretty brown eyes were as wide as saucers, her red lips parted.

“Follow me,” I said, holding out my clawed hand.

She slipped her smooth palm against mine, so much smaller. All I could think of for a moment was her attempting to grip my cock.

I, too, had to behave.

I led her through the living room to the dining room. She gasped at the view from the large windows overlooking the forest below. Part of the reason I had bought this house was because of that view.

The sun was setting, casting a fiery fuchsia tone over the evergreens in the distance. I could see snow clouds rolling in slowly over the city. There was a storm coming, but we had plenty of time for our date.

“Wow,” she said. “Wow. This is stunning. Way better than my apartment.” She let out a soft, feminine chuckle and walked closer to the windows. Her expression was dreamy, enchanting me.

I wanted her to look at us that way.

Flurry bumped my shoulder with his, his hands gripping mine for a moment. I held him, the two of us watching her.

Part of being a monster meant that when we found the one, we knew immediately. It was easy to jump off the deep end. But humans usually needed more time than us. I had an old friend who had retired from the NMHL once he found his mate. His entire life had changed in a matter of three days.

Now that we had found Holly, what would happen?

It’s only the first date. Relax.

“Thanks for meeting us here instead of at a restaurant,” Flurry said.

“Of course. I know how everyone is,” she said, turning back towards us. “There are some people that would…not be pleased I was even here.”

I felt a flicker of concern, but Flurry didn’t seem to.

He snorted, unphased. “May the rumors abound. How about I crack open some wine? Or are you a cocktail gal?”

“Wine sounds wonderful.” She grinned at him, lighting up the whole room.

Flurry winked at me and left for the kitchen. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do with myself. I had so many questions for her and no idea how to ask them. What if I said something wrong?

She came closer to me, her cheeks pink with blush. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I said.

“How come you and Flurry don’t just date openly? I know it’s none of my business, but it’s not like it’s against the rules. Right?”