Cael and Dex showed up with a tray of drinks and snacks.
“Fucking hell, took long enough.” Ash took his beer, thanking Cael, who gave him a kiss before taking a seat beside him.
“We thought we’d get some snacks,” Dex said, taking a seat beside Sloane.
He took a black olive and turned. Sloane opened his mouth, and Dex popped it in.
“You two are disgusting,” Ash huffed.
Sloane just laughed. As much as his friend protested all the lovey-dovey stuff, Sloane knew Ash was as head over heels in love with Cael. Sloane could just imagine how sickly romantic and cute the two were in private. After all, Ash was a lion Therian. He had an image to uphold. Luckily, Cael thought it was adorable, and Ash’s tough-guy exterior melted away if Cael needed something from him.
The music got loud, and a synthesizer kicked in before drums and the tapping of cymbals soon followed. It was a disco tune Sloane had heard before. Most likely from Dex’s iPod.
Dex jumped from his chair with a gasp. “Abba!” He ran to the dance floor, and Sloane shook his head in amusement before getting to his feet.
Ash stared up at him. “You’re actually going to dance to this?”
Sloane turned, watching Dex on the dance floor as he moved his body to the sensual sounds of the song. His jeans hugged him in all the right places, his shirt clinging and stretching across the muscles of his chest as he danced. Several Therians had taken notice.
“You bet your ass, Keeler.” As Sloane drew closer to the dance floor, his senses were assaulted. A shiver went through him, and it was like he was high on Dex’s scent. Dex crooked his finger at Sloane, his full lips quirked and a “come hither” look in his dazzling blue eyes. Fiery heat blazed through Sloane, and he crossed the floor in two strides. He stood there for a moment in front of Dex, watching him dance. Sloane loved to watch him, and Dex got off on it as much as Sloane did. Dex put his arms up, his swaying hips and perfectly rounded ass capturing Sloane’s attention. Unable to keep himself from touching his man, he grabbed hold of Dex’s belt and jerked him back so they could dance pressed together, Sloane up against Dex from behind.
Sloane slipped his leg between Dex’s and wrapped an arm around his waist, the feel of Dex’s body causing a low growl to rise from his chest. Dex pressed his ass back on Sloane’s leg, his hands taking hold of Sloane’s hips as they moved together.
Dex met his gaze, his eyes hooded with lust as he reached up and looped his arms around Sloane’s neck, lacing his fingers and holding on before he closed his eyes, his head resting back against Sloane’s shoulder and his neck exposed. Fuck, Sloane was hard. He bent his head and kissed Dex’s neck before running his tongue up to his jaw. The music was entrancing, and the taste of Dex was intoxicating. Sloane slid his hand from Dex’s hip, up over his chest, his other slipping down to Dex’s inner thigh. He gave it a squeeze as he covered Dex’s mouth with his. Dex’s whimper awakened the feral beast inside Sloane. His inner Felid wanted to claim his mate, to take him right here, bend him over, and pound into him. Everything about Dex was driving Sloane crazy. The softness of his lips, the blue of his eyes, the way he gave himself up to Sloane with complete abandonment.
“Sloane.”
Ash’s hiss cut through the sex-filled haze consuming Sloane, and he pulled back, a groan escaping him at the sight of Dex’s kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils. He looked drugged and absolutely stunning.
“Sloane,” Ash growled.
“What?” Sloane snapped, surprised by Ash’s dilated pupils. “Ash?”
“His scent. It’s changed.” Ash rubbed a hand over his face and shook himself out of it. “Fuck, it’s….” He cleared his throat. “It’s fucking suffocating.”
“Is it affecting you?”
“Hey, you know it’s not like that for me. It’s just, it doesn’t smell like Dex. It’s something else. It’s almost like a… pheromone.”
“That’s not possible. Humans don’t give out pheromones.”
Ash motioned past Dex to the half a dozen Therian guys standing there, their gazes on Dex as they all but fucked Dex with their eyes. Their pupils were so dilated their irises were almost black.
“Tell that to them.”
Sloane should have been worried, should have backed away. Instead he was pissed. He pulled Dex behind him and bared his now-elongated fangs at the six men.
Ash grabbed Sloane’s arm. “We need to go. Now.”
Dex looked as if he’d just woken up from a dream. “Sloane? What—”
One minute everyone was dancing and having a good time, the next Sloane was planting a fist across some guy’s jaw. In Sloane’s defense, the asshole had tried to grab Dex. Chaos erupted on the dance floor as Therians flooded in from all parts of the bar. Ash let out a roar as he threw one guy into a nearby table. Dex stayed close to Sloane, with Cael at his side, both of them holding their own against Therians bigger than them, thanks to Ash and Sparks’s training.
Sloane’s feral half was furious, and his gaze landed on one jaguar Therian in particular facing him. He was about Sloane’s height and build, and the way he licked his lips when he looked at Dex had Sloane hissing at him.
“Those lips are going to look so fucking hot wrapped around my dick,” the guy said with a leer.
“Try it, and I promise you, I’ll make you regret ever having laid eyes on him.”