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no sense whatsoever. He
didn’t know anything about Delaney
Smith, apart from the fact that the man was built like an underwear model and still
managed to be smart, funny, and a fellow geek. And dammit, he still wasn’t gay.
    But no matter what he did, his
brain kept spiraling back to thoughts about Delaney. Who had risked his own
life to save Mark from being kidnapped. And then there was the kiss at the
apartment...
    Mark shivered. The kiss was when
everything changed, if he was honest with himself. When Delaney kissed him,
something deep inside his soul clicked, like a key turning in a lock. Like meeting the love of your life. Yes,
he was still annoyed at the shifter for behaving like a jerk. But he also
enjoyed Delaney’s snarkiness, and found the unexpected aspects of the man’s
personality interesting. And yes, that blatant, balls to the wall statement of
desire was hot as hell.
    And underneath it all was a primal
attraction so hot and deep that it scared him, and so utterly alluring that he
just wanted to sink into it and bask. Somehow it didn’t matter anymore that Delaney
Smith was not only a man, but a coyote shapeshifter as well. Illogical or not, Mark
wanted —no, he needed to be in
Delaney’s arms.
    He just wasn’t sure how to do it.
    Delaney paused, waiting on him.
Mark cleared his throat. “I grew up in Waxahachie,” he said slowly. “I’m an
only child, my dad’s a machinist and my mom volunteers with the PTA. I like
football, enchiladas verdes, and I think Steven Moffat’s a good show runner but
I wish he’d stop killing off my favorite characters. And I don’t know what I
want to do with the rest of my life, but I’m starting to think that ... having
you in it would be good.”
    Swallowing hard, he dropped the
towel. “And if you still want me, then let’s go to bed.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Delaney stared at his nude mate,
mouth flooding so quickly with saliva that he was on the verge of drooling. Mark’s
cock was dusty pink and cut cleanly, the vein-wrapped shaft already swelling
and rising from a sizeable sac. Oh, fuck
me blind. He’s gorgeous. And he wants me.
    The shifter decided then and there
that he’d do whatever Mark wanted. “You call the shots, all right?” he said,
voice husky. “You say stop, we stop.”
    Mark gave him a shaky smile. “What
if I don’t want to stop?”
    “Then we don’t stop. Which is going
to be a hell of a lot easier.” He opened his arms. “Can I hold you?”
    “God, yes.” Mark stepped forward,
pressing flush against him. Delaney’s heart turned over when he felt the fine
tremor running through the other man’s body, and wrapped his arms securely
around his mate. Their lips met, and this time Mark’s tongue slipped into his
mouth, licking hotly against the sensitive inner flesh of his lips. He wanted
to howl with pure happiness. Mine. All
mine.
    The height difference meant that
Mark’s erection bumped against Delaney’s balls in a delicious tease, rubbing
against him through two layers of cloth. “God, I hope you know what you’re
doing,” Mark muttered. “I am totally clueless here.”
    “Yeah, I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
Delaney hadn’t been to bed with another man for some time, but he was confident
he still remembered the basic principles. “Let’s get in bed.”
    Instead of sliding into bed, Mark
tightened his grip, pulling Delaney off balance and tumbling them both to the
mattress. They both laughed as they bounced, and Mark attacked Delaney’s
clothing with relish, almost yanking the buttons off his Oxford shirt. “Off,
get this off,” he chanted.
    “All right, all right.” Delaney
popped the remaining buttons, peeling out of the shirt and tossing it away.
Shoes and pants followed, and he relaxed back on his elbows as Mark pulled off
his boxer briefs, letting his cock thump back against his belly. “You like?”
    “Yeah.” Mark’s eyes were dark
again, and he reached for Delaney’s cock, then hesitated.