Blood & Thunder (5 page)

After cheerfully skipping to Sloane, Dex plopped down beside him and gave the tip of his nose a gentle poke. “
Boop
. ‘I killed you dead.’”

Sloane swatted his hand away. “And do you
have
to quote
Die Hard
every single time?”

“What’s the point of playing laser tag if you don’t pretend you’re John McClane? Besides, you’re the one always calling me that so you only have yourself to blame really.”

Rolling his eyes, Sloane settled back against the cushions and put his feet up on the coffee table, which Dex swiftly proceeded to nudge off with his sock-covered foot. His partner knew better. Sloane’s usual gripe about feet on the furniture was cut short by some sort of revelation.

“Wait, wasn’t Dwayne a cop?”

“Deputy Police Chief,” Dex replied, removing his laser tag equipment. He gently placed it on the floor beside the couch.

“Cop on cop? Not cool.”

A wicked smile spread across Dex’s lips, and he wriggled his eyebrows.

“You’re thinking about porn aren’t you?” Sloane cast him an accusing glare and Dex laughed.

“Aren’t
you
?”

“No.”

Looked like he’d have to change that. Dex climbed onto Sloane’s lap and ground his hips, rubbing his growing erection against Sloane’s. “What about now?”

“Are you saying you want me to be thinking about other guys fucking while you’re doing that?” Sloane arched an eyebrow at him, and Dex held back a smile. The guy loved playing hard to get. Dex was fine with that. He loved a good challenge, especially when that challenge concerned his grumpy, sexy Team Leader, and as of four months ago, lover.

“No, I’m saying you should be thinking about us fucking while I do this. We can star in our own porn flick. I’ll be the mouthy lawbreaker, and you can be the sexy officer who uses his love truncheon to teach me a lesson.” It took a lot not to laugh at the deadpan expression on his lover’s face.

“If you stop referring to my penis as a love truncheon.”

“Love dart?”

“No.”

“Portable pocket rocket?”

Sloane smiled. “Absolutely.” The smile vanished. “Not.”

“How about moisture missile? Peacemaker? Heat seeking missile?” He could do this all day, and his partner knew it, judging by his less-than-impressed expression.

“Dex,” Sloane warned, a low growl rising up from his broad chest, the kind that made Dex feel tingly all over.

“Shut it?”

“We have a winner.”

“Straight and to the point.” Dex winked at him. “Old school. I like it.”

“Good. Now take off your pants.”

“I like that even better.” Dex scrambled off Sloane’s lap, pulled off his socks followed by his jeans, which proved more difficult than it should be. He got himself tangled, tried to save face by hopping on one foot, but ended up falling over onto the carpet. Kicking his jeans off, he sprang to his feet and put his hands on his hips in an attempt to play it cool. “You didn’t see that.”

Sloane closed his eyes and shook his head, his lips pressed together. He was trying not to laugh. Dex appreciated that. “Some things can’t be unseen, but I’ll try.”

“Thanks.” Dex quickly pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the carpet, staying in just his red boxer briefs. He took the opportunity to ogle his partner, from Sloane’s black biker boots, up muscular legs clad in dark denim, the deep blue long-sleeve T-shirt accentuating his broad shoulders and tapered waist, the yellow bands on the sleeves circling his ridiculously beefy biceps. His chiseled jaw was stubbly, his black hair had grown too long again, curling around the back of his ears. Sloane Brodie was a walking wet dream, and for some unfathomable reason, he wanted Dex. Granted, Dex wasn’t exactly sure in what capacity, but in the four months since they decided to secretly do something about the intense attraction between them, they’d been boinking like bunnies.

Sloane opened one eye and squinted at him. “Are you trying to blow me telepathically or something? Is this about X-Men again? Because we’ve established that’s fiction, remember? We had, like, a three-hour argument over it.”

“First, it wasn’t an argument, it was an intellectual debate. Second, if Therians can happen, X-Men can happen. Third—” Sloane rose to his feet with a sigh, and Dex frowned. “Where you going?”

“To shut you up the only way I know how.” Sloane closed the distance between them in two strides. He clamped a hand on the back of Dex’s neck and brought him in for a kiss that was hungry, gentle, and stole Dex’s breath away. Dex returned the kiss, his eagerness showing as he clutched onto Sloane’s biceps. A moan escaped him at the feel of Sloane’s hands slipping down his bare back, leaving shivers in their wake before his strong fingers dug into Dex’s ass.

Sloane’s mouth was hot, his lips soft, and his tongue tasted vaguely of the vanilla cappuccino Dex had coerced him into drinking after dinner. Without breaking a sweat, Sloane grabbed Dex’s ass and hauled him off his feet. Despite being manhandled plenty of times by Sloane, Dex still let out a surprised gasp.

All his life, Dex had hooked up with Human guys. It was just the way it worked out, especially with his former position in the Human Police Force, not exactly a Therian-friendly organization. Being with a Therian was hella different. Being with a Therian who happened to also be an Apex predator in his Therian form was something else entirely. Sloane was bigger, wider, stronger, faster, and generally more powerful. As a Defense Agent for the THIRDS, Dex spent a good deal of time working out to keep up with his Therian teammates and the threats they faced out in the field. The rest of his workout came in the bedroom with Sloane. Not that Dex was complaining. If Sloane wanted to manhandle him, Dex would not only take it, he’d ask for more.

Dex closed his fingers around fistfuls of Sloane’s hair as their kissing grew more desperate. He allowed Sloane to carry him over to the large couch and drop him down onto it. The weight of Sloane’s body against his had him painfully hard and Dex rushed to drag Sloane’s T-shirt over his head. He threw it off to the side, their breaths turning to panting as they frantically rutted against each other. Dex’s need was almost overwhelming as he watched Sloane fumble with his belt buckle, unfastening it before unzipping his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxer briefs to reveal his thick, hard cock. It was leaking precome and jutting up toward his stomach. The sight had Dex whimpering. He shimmied back until he was sitting up, his back against the armrest, his gaze shifting up to meet Sloane’s. When Sloane realized what he was doing, his pupils dilated, making Dex’s stomach flip and his body tremble with anticipation. Sloane made quick work of his clothes along with Dex’s boxer briefs so he could kneel over Dex, the tip of his cock pressing against Dex’s lips.

“Open your mouth,” Sloane ordered gruffly.

Dex obeyed, taking Sloane down to the root. He closed his eyes with a low moan, his fingers finding Sloane’s firm ass cheeks. When he opened his eyes, Sloane grabbed fistfuls of Dex’s hair, and their eyes met, those molten amber pools sending a shiver through Dex. Leisurely, Sloane moved in and out of Dex’s mouth, a deep groan escaping when Dex pressed his lips against Sloane’s cock. Dex loved seeing Sloane lose himself, loved when he took control and gave Dex orders in that gravelly, sexy voice of his. He let Sloane fuck his mouth, and he wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself, his eyes never leaving Sloane’s face even as his lover picked up the pace, his breath growing more ragged.

“Damn. I love your mouth,” Sloane said roughly, pulling out and sitting back on his heels so he could kiss Dex, his tongue exploring every inch of Dex’s mouth. He nipped at Dex’s bottom lip, before sucking on it. When he’d kissed Dex to the point he thought they’d run out of air, Sloane pulled back, the lust in his eyes setting Dex ablaze. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think about anything but my cock inside your ass all day tomorrow.”

Dex huffed, pretending to be put off. “You dick. I’ve got training tomorrow.”

“I know.” Sloane’s grin was positively sinful. “On your knees, Agent Daley. I want that ass ready for fucking
now
.”

Oh, shit
. He loved when Sloane used that tone of authority on him during sex. Dex quickly turned over, his chest pressed against the couch’s armrest so he could reach into the small drawer of the coffee table next to it. Sloane snatched the small bottle of lube and condom from Dex with one hand, the other pressed to Dex’s back, holding him against the armrest. Oh, damn, Sloane was going to fuck him just like this.

“Don’t move,” Sloane demanded in a low and husky voice. All Dex could do was remain perfectly still as Sloane parted his ass cheeks before a cool, lube-slicked finger pressed against his hole, causing shivers to rack Dex’s body. First one finger, then two. Dex moved his hand to his cock only to have Sloane grab a fistful of his hair and gently pull his head back. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No, sir.”

“So move your fucking hand away from there.”

“Sloane,” Dex pleaded. God, he was so hard it hurt. Sloane took his time, prepping Dex, torturing him, his finger hitting his prostate. “Oh, shit! You asshole. Fuck me already.”

Sloane leaned in, whispering against his ear. “You have an insubordinate streak in you, Agent Daley. Looks like I’m going to have to break you of it.”

Oh God, yes.
Just when Dex thought he was going to lose it, or punch Sloane’s lights out, Sloane’s cock started stretching him. Dex shut his eyes, releasing his breath slowly as Sloane sank farther in. The mixture of pain and pleasure was almost too much, and Dex gripped the armrest so tight his fingers hurt.

“That’s it. Come on, Daley. I know you can take it. You can take it, can’t you?”

Dex nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I can take it,” Dex replied through his teeth. “Can I touch myself? Please.”

“Not yet.”

“Screw you,” Dex snapped, earning a chuckle. A few labored breaths later, the pain gave way to the most heavenly pleasure as Sloane started to move, his hands gripping Dex’s hips as he pulled out almost to the tip then pushed in to the root with agonizing leisure. As soon as he started moving quicker, he ordered Dex to touch himself. Teeth gritted, he attempted to match Sloane’s pace, at least until Sloane pulled nearly all the way out and drove himself into Dex hard. “Fuck!”

One hand went to Dex’s shoulder, while the other gripped his hip, and Dex looked over his shoulder to find Sloane shifting positions, one leg going to the floor.
Oh God
. He braced himself, biting down on his bottom lip as Sloane snapped his hips while simultaneously forcing Dex back, impaling him on his cock. Unable to help it, Dex cried out, fueling Sloane’s desire to do it again and again. Sloane’s thrusts were deep and hard, his pace quickening as he lost himself. He folded over Dex, his chest pressed to Dex’s back as he fucked him in earnest. Sloane’s arm wrapped around Dex’s chest to hold him firmly, hips snapping, and rotating.

“Oh God. Oh fuck, Sloane.”

“Don’t you dare,” Sloane warned him, before telling him to get on his back. Dex hurriedly did, biting down on his bottom lip once again as Sloane shifted back and took Dex’s cock into his mouth. Two hard sucks and a couple of licks later, Dex came, Sloane swallowing every drop. Dex’s body shuddered, his muscles tensing as his orgasm was drawn out before Sloane released him and kissed him. He loved the taste of himself on Sloane’s tongue, and it made him moan. “Open your mouth,” Sloane breathed.

Dex did, his body trembling as Sloane pulled off the condom, grabbed Dex’s hair, pulled his head forward, and jerked himself off. “Now,” Sloane gasped, and Dex closed his mouth around Sloane’s cock, sucking him hard, his finger slipping in between Sloane’s ass cheeks and finding his entrance. He pressed against the tight ring. Sloane came in Dex’s mouth with a feral growl, his fingers tangled in Dex’s hair.

“That’s it, Daley,” Sloane groaned. “Swallow it.”

Dex sucked and swallowed until Sloane’s cock had gone soft between his lips. With a low hiss, Sloane pulled out and rolled onto his side, pulling Dex down against him and holding him close. Dex enjoyed what came after the hot sex almost as much as the sex, when Sloane was still floating in the haze of fucking him into oblivion. He tucked Dex against him, kissed the top of his head, and stroked his arm or his back, his eyes closed, and his chest beginning to steady.

With a contented sigh and a stupid smile on his face, Dex wrapped a leg around Sloane’s and slipped an arm around his lover’s waist. Did Sloane know he was playing with Dex’s hair? Was he aware of all the tender gestures? Either way, Dex never mentioned it, simply enjoyed the moment. Sloane mumbled something about going, not having clothes, and Dex nodded, letting out a slur of sounds that in his mind was a perfectly articulate response.

What felt like seconds later was actually several hours, and Dex was startled awake. It took him a moment to orient himself and realize he was on his couch with Sloane who was in the midst of another nightmare. They’d started a few months ago and seemed to be getting worse with every passing week. Gently, he rubbed Sloane’s arm.

“Sloane, wake up. Come on, buddy, wake up.”

His partner stirred with a sleepy groan, his eyes fluttering open. Although it was dark and Dex couldn’t see anything other than the subtle glow from the various pieces of electronic equipment around the living room and the moonlight filtering in through the curtains of his kitchen window, he knew Sloane could see him just fine with his Therian eyes.

“You okay?” Dex asked, lying back down, and huddling close.

“Yeah.”

“Sloane.” It was a plea, something else Dex wasn’t accustomed to but found himself doing far too often lately. He wished the guy would open up. Dex had never had trouble saying what was on his mind. In fact, more often than not, it’s what got him into trouble. It wasn’t that Sloane was emotionally constipated. The guy was pretty vocal about his feelings, unless it meant exposing any of his vulnerabilities, or if it concerned his past. If Sloane messed up, he owned up to it every time and apologized. If he said something out of turn, he expressed his sincerest regret. If he didn’t like something, he sure as hell would let it be known, and if he were pissed, well, everyone would know.