“You’re not too full?”
“Nope. It’s been taken care of.”
Sloane groaned as he sat up. “TMI, babe. TMI.”
“What?” Dex got up off the couch and turned everything off as they headed upstairs. “It’s just a bodily function.”
“Which does not need to be discussed,” Sloane assured him. “Especially before we go upstairs to bed.”
Dex couldn’t help but tease. “You saying we still haven’t reached that stage in our relationship?”
“I’m not a poop-discussion kind of guy.”
“Fair enough.” Dex paused to watch Sloane pull his T-shirt off over his head before draping it over the armchair to the right of the bed. “What shall we discuss?” Dex murmured, his tone husky as he stalked Sloane. He put his hands on Sloane’s shoulders and ran them down his back, over his soft skin and firm muscles, enjoying the way Sloane shivered under his touch. “Should we discuss this?” He followed the delicious curve of Sloane’s spine with the tip of his finger until he reached the waistband of Sloane’s jeans. Reaching around, he unfastened the button of Sloane’s jeans while planting kisses on his back, making Sloane moan.
With a smile, Dex carefully pulled the zipper down. “What about this?” He slipped his hand inside Sloane’s jeans, massaging his hard cock through his boxer briefs. “I think I might like to discuss this, Mr. Brodie.”
Sloane turned in Dex’s arms. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and jeans and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, jutting up toward his stomach, the tip leaking precome. Dex ran his tongue over his bottom lip, heat exploding through him at the sight of Sloane’s naked body. Damn, he was gorgeous. Powerful, strong, yet when he brought Dex into his arms, he was so gentle.
“Mm, yes. I think I would very much like to discuss a few things, Mr. Daley.” He leaned into Dex, murmuring in his ear, “Such as, how long will it take for me to make you scream my name?”
Sloane stepped out of his clothes, his lips meeting Dex’s for an ardent kiss before he took the hem of Dex’s T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. He tossed it to one side, and Dex helped him with the rest, getting rid of his pants, socks, and underwear. Sloane walked him back toward the bed while they kissed, and Dex was a goner. He could kiss Sloane all day. The taste of him, his scent, the feel of his skin, it was driving Dex crazy. When Sloane pulled back, his pupils were dilated, and Dex could see the fire burning in his molten amber eyes. He dropped his gaze to Dex’s lips before moving it back up, his lips curling into a wicked grin.
As if Sloane had whispered the words into Dex’s ear, Dex lowered himself to his knees, his hands caressing Sloane’s thighs on the way down. Dex took Sloane’s cock in his hand and swallowed it down to the root, his lips pressed tight against the hard shaft. Dex moved slowly, his hands slipping around the back of Sloane’s thighs before moving up to his ass as he sucked, pulling almost all the way off before tonguing Sloane’s slit. Sloane bucked his hips forward, his cock pushing into Dex’s mouth. With a low moan, Dex dug his nails into Sloane’s asscheeks. It didn’t take long for Sloane to take control. He pumped himself inside Dex’s mouth, his fingers curling into Dex’s hair and his soft groans filling the otherwise silent room.
Dex relished the sounds Sloane made. The way he quickly lost his rhythm before he pulled out, grabbed Dex’s arm, and spun him, bending him over the side of the bed. Dex heard the drawer to the nightstand open, and he moaned, writhing against the bed with need. The snap of the lube being opened was unmistakable, and all at once Dex’s hole was breached. He hissed at the sharp pain but wriggled back, overcome by the desire to have Sloane inside him. Sloane draped himself over Dex’s back as he pounded into him. He laced their fingers together and moved Dex’s arms in front of him, his groin slapping against Dex’s ass.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Sloane growled. “Please.”
“I’m yours,” Dex promised. “Always.”
Sloane reached down under Dex, lifting himself just enough. He pumped Dex’s cock, his fist keeping in time with his thrusts. He rotated his hips and changed his angle. Dex cried out Sloane’s name as he came into Sloane’s hand. His muscles ached, but it was so damned good. Sloane lifted off him, his palms pressing down against Dex’s lower back as he fucked him, his thrusts going deeper and harder. Dex looked back over his shoulder, riveted by Sloane’s flushed skin, the sweat on his brow, and the way his head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and his lips parted. God, he was beautiful, and when he came inside Dex, his muscles tightening and his expression one of ecstasy, Dex would have purred if he could. Somewhere in the back of his mind, in his sex-induced haze, he was doing just that. Or maybe it was Sloane, because it was right in his ear.
Dex opened his eyes, the cool air against his skin. He must have dozed off and dreamed about the purring because Sloane wasn’t there. Dex was still draped over the side of the bed, his ass in the air. He was too tired or sleepy to move. Sloane came back and cleaned him up before disappearing for a moment and then returning to gently get him moving onto the bed under the covers. Dex lay down, snuggling up close to Sloane the moment he was at his side. Dex dozed for some time before waking up. He tried—unsuccessfully—to go back to sleep. Why wouldn’t his brain just shut up?
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Sloane mumbled, giving Dex a squeeze.
How could he sleep with everything going on? He snapped his fingers, and the room was filled with the soft sounds of classic rock. Sloane’s chuckle rumbled against Dex’s back.
“You still haven’t told me how you got it to do that.”
“I have a brother who’s a tech nerd, remember?”
“Right.” Sloane snuggled closer, their legs intertwined. “So what’s with Guns N’ Roses in the middle of the night?”
Dex turned in Sloane’s arms so they were face to face, his voice quiet. “So TIN doesn’t hear us.”
Sloane was wide awake then. “What is it?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious they weren’t accidents.”
Sloane frowned, puzzled. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“I set up an algorithm on Themis to do a search. A list of Therians and Humans who are marked. The list of Therians who’d marked Therians in New York City wasn’t all that long, but I didn’t expect it to be, but the list of Humans marked by Therians was even shorter.”
Sloane went pensive. “Makes sense. What did you find?”
Dex took a deep, steady breath. “Everyone on the list of Humans marked by Therians is dead.”