Sloane jerked Dex's dress pants and underwear down before he got off the bed and grabbed the back of Dex's knees. He tugged Dex over to the edge of the bed, yanked his pants off, and tossed them to one side of the bed. Needing to see as much of Dex's naked body as possible, Sloane shoved Dex's button-down shirt up his torso. He licked his lips at the muscles of Dex's chest and the six-pack he now sported thanks to months of intense TIN training. Dex's whole body was stronger, more defined, his biceps thicker, but that delicious tapered waist, the leanness Sloane loved, was still there.
"Sloane," Dex moaned, his head back and his eyes closed as he palmed his hard cock. The sounds coming from Dex were decadent and sinful, moans and gasps he made because of Sloane only. Sloane grabbed the lube from the nightstand and quickly poured some onto his palm. He slicked himself before lining up. With a feral growl, he pushed inside Dex.
Dex's mouth fell open in a silent cry, and Sloane sank deeper and deeper until he was settled against Dex's ass. He wrapped an arm around Dex's leg, his eyes never leaving Dex's face as he pulled out and plunged back in. He leaned in, using his weight to pound into Dex, intent on making sure Dex felt him for hours.
"Feeling seduced yet?" Sloane asked, changing his angle and hitting Dex's sweet spot.
"Oh God, yes!" Dex arched his back again, and Sloane moaned at the sight of Dex's muscles tensing and the sound of his ragged breath as he came over his hand and abdomen. Running his fingers through the sticky mess, Sloane thrust his hips over and over, his release barreling through him. He growled out Dex's name as his body tensed. He came inside Dex, and the heat and tightness around him, along with the force of his orgasm, had him doubling over between Dex's legs. Needing to catch his breath, Sloane let his brow rest against Dex's, smiling when Dex tipped his head back to brush his lips over Sloane's.
"I love you," Dex said softly, his fingers caressing Sloane's jaw.
Sloane swallowed hard and turned his head, reluctant to give voice to his growing fear.
"Sloane? Talk to me, babe."
"What if you get tired of it?"
Dex gently turned Sloane's face so he could meet Sloane's eyes. "Tired of what?"
"Of my feral half being so... possessive of you. Some guys hate it. I'm trying. I really am."
"Sloane, I'm not 'some guy.' I'm your mate, and in a few months, I'll be your husband. No one knows you and your feral half like I do. I know when you say I'm yours, or that I belong to you, you don't really think I'm your property. You're a good man, and I love how you love me. If I didn't love you and all you are, just the way you are, I wouldn't be here. We're about to start a whole new adventure together, in more ways than one. I'm ready. I'm more than ready." Dex's beautiful smile, his eyes filled with so much adoration and certainty, chased the looming shadows from Sloane's heart, like he always did. Even on his darkest days, Dex was a source of warm, radiant sunlight.
Dex's smile grew wicked. "What do you say? Ready to unleash a whole new level of kickass on the world?"
"I'm a little terrified right now," Sloane teased.
Dex waggled his eyebrows. "Come on, you know you want to."
Sloane snickered. He nodded, sealing the deal with a kiss. "Wherever you go, I go," Sloane promised.
"Sloane? Dex?" Seb called from downstairs, and Sloane sighed. Ash must have used his key to let himself and Seb in.
"I got no pants on," Dex replied, and Sloane snorted out a laugh.
"We'll wait down here."
Sloane chuckled. He told Dex to stay put before grabbing the wet wipes from the nightstand, then handing them over so he could sort out Dex's pants. With a smile, he handed Dex his bright orange boxer briefs, followed by his pants. Dex quickly dressed, tucking his shirt in and smoothing it.
Dex held out his arms. "How do I look?"
"Like you just got thoroughly fucked."
Dex opened his mouth to reply, but no words were immediately forthcoming. "I'll take it." Chuckling, he walked over to the closet and picked up his dress boots. "I promise not to do anything that'll make you regret asking me to marry you."
"Nothing would ever make me regret asking you."
Dex smiled sheepishly. "Can I get that in writing? Signed by a notary?" Sloane's eyes went wide, and Dex patted his arm. "I'm kidding."
Sloane followed him out of the bedroom and downstairs into the living room, where Seb and Ash were talking. They both stood and turned. Ash's sniff was followed by a snort of disgust.
"Really, bro? One night. He's out of your hair for one night and you couldn't keep it in your pants?"
Dex winked at Ash on his way to the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Seb coughed and averted his gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed. Dex's scent was kind of heady, but it would fade some as the night went on. It had been happening a lot more since the change to his DNA. He didn't quite smell like a Therian, but he didn't completely smell Human either.
Sloane shrugged. "Why should I?" Like he needed an excuse to have sex with his beautiful, sexy partner.
"You wanna maybe piss on him and mark your territory some more?"