Blood & Thunder (THIRDS 2)

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.”