head, he met the gray gaze of Kienan Vaughn. âGood morning.â
The wolfâs eyebrow quirked upward as he cocked his wrist to check his chrono. âItâs closer to afternoon.â
âIt was an active night.â Heat rushed through his body as the memories flipped through his mind, starting with Gea at his flat and ending with Gea and Kienan here at Tail. Definitely one of the better nights heâd had in recent memory, maybe ever.
Kienan waved a hand around the room. âWe seem to have lost our third party, though.â
Yes, Quill had already sensed that, and it made his gut tighten to realize sheâd run out on him. Again. âWhen did she leave?â
The wolf shrugged. âI saw a fluffy white tail darting out of here a little while ago.â
âArctic fox. That would be her.â It stuck in Quillâs craw more and more that she ran from him. He shook the feeling away. He liked his lovers with few strings attached, and Gea gave him just that. It shouldnât bother him. He refused to let it.
âSo I assumed.â Kienan rolled to his side and propped his head in his hand with easy lupine grace. His chest rubbed against Quillâs arm, and even that simple contact made his body begin to stir. The wolf-shifterâs brows drew together in a frown. âDo you think she didnât enjoy herself?â
âShe seemed to. Iâll call her later and make sure sheâs all right.â If she bothered to answer. In the last year, Quill had left her messages before that sheâd ignored. It didnât matter. She didnât matter. Heâd long since learned that letting anyone in exposed the soft underbelly of a person, and that was asking to be gutted by another predatorâs claws. âLikely, sheâs off hunting down a clue on something sheâs investigating.â
âSheâs a cop?â The wolf grunted, an expression that might have been surprise flitting over his features. He wasnât the easiest man to read.
âPrivate investigator.â
âAh.â
Not a conversationalist, this one. It didnât matter much when the wolf-shifter dipped a hand under the sheet to encircle Quillâs morning erection. His breath hissed between his teeth, his fangs sliding down when the other man put just enough pressure on his cock to have pleasure and pain streaking through him. âDeus.â
One of the things he loved about fucking other men was the rawness, the roughness. There was nothing soft about this man, and Quill was more than ready to test his stamina.
Pulling his cock free of Kienanâs grip, Quill wrapped his hand around the other manâs arm, flipping him neatly onto his stomach. He came down on top of him, nudging his erection between the globes of the wolf-shifterâs muscular ass. A purr rumbled in Quillâs chest. âI like to be on top.â
âI got that sense from you last night. Maybe I can change your mind about that.â Kienan grinned over his shoulder, and Quill had the feeling it was rare to see a genuine smile from the sober man. He didnât say much, but he had an intensity that drew Quill like a magnet.
âYou can try.â Unlikely, though. He didnât like feeling out of control. It was a weakness he never allowed himself. Dipping down, he bit the nanotat on the other manâs shoulder, using his fangs on the skin. âSome other time. Right now, your ass is mine.â
Kienan groaned, rocking his hips back. The pheromones wafting through the air were enough to make Quill clench his jaw. His cock was harder than mercurite, wet with his pre-come. He wanted to slide inside the wolfâs ass, make the quiet man beg for him. A shudder went through Quill at the thought. The head of his cock nudged the tight pucker of Kienanâs anus.
A low growl came from Kienan, a hint of the predator within. âThereâs lubricant in the wash closet. Let me up and
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