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“You tasted more of me, did you not?” Cayl asked. He flicked
his tongue across the cock head, loving the way he could feel Mace’s response.

“Yes.”

“And I will taste more of you but first I want to explore.”
He licked another long line up Mace’s shaft. “Do not orgasm until I have you in
my mouth.”

“I’ll try.”

Cayl snapped his head back. He wasn’t used to anyone,
especially humans, disobeying his orders. “You will wait. I wish you to come in
my mouth. You will wait,” he said again.

There was another tightening of Mace’s throat but he nodded.

“Very good.” He whispered the words against the smooth skin
near the base of his Mace’s shaft. He flicked his tongue out. The muted, salty
taste intrigued him, as did the scents.

Inhaling deeply, he realized he could experiment with all
five of the human senses during his exploration. He breathed in the fascinating
smells as he tasted the skin. His fingers tingled as he slid them through the
tight curls at the base of the shaft. He kept his eyes open as he stroked his
tongue up the full length of Mace’s cock, enjoying the deep ruddy color of the
shaft.

Yes, that was four of them but how did he incorporate—

Mace groaned and rolled his hips up. Ah yes, there was the
final sense. Hearing. He lifted his gaze. Mace’s eyes were closed and every
muscle in his body taut. Cayl felt no guilt at stopping Mace from coming—after
all, the same had been done to him—but he couldn’t resist the taste and feel of
Mace’s cock against his tongue.

He licked the broad head of the shaft. Mace released another
groan and Cayl’s cock twitched. He glanced down. Fascinating. His shaft was
hard again. He pressed against the sheets, rubbing his cock against the
material. It didn’t feel as good as Mace’s hand or his mouth but it still felt
pretty good.

The need to explore held his attention but he found himself
returning to the same places time and again, enjoying Mace’s reactions,
savoring the way he twisted with need. Yes. This gave him a much better
understanding of why humans indulged their senses so deeply. He tried a few
more exploratory licks to Mace’s cock then slid his hands around the base, down
to the heavy sac beneath.

He dipped his head and licked at the heavy balls between
Mace’s legs. Another long heavy groan erupted from Mace’s throat. The sensation
shimmered through Cayl and Mace’s fingers slid into his hair. Such a simple
caress but the more Mace petted him the more he wanted to please, to bring
pleasure.
Hmm.
The section of his brain used for observation blurred and
he let himself fall into his senses.

He raised up and caught the head of Mace’s cock in his
mouth. The thick shaft almost overwhelmed his mouth but he took in what he
could, sucking as Mace had done. The head tapped the back of his throat and his
body reacted, almost choking.

“Sorry, babe,” Mace moaned. His fingers slid into Cayl’s
hair. The light caresses sent shivers across his skin. “Wasn’t ready for you to
suck quite so hard.”

Cayl pulled back. “I have hurt you? I should not touch you
there.”

“No, babe, you’re fine.” A strange shiver ran through Cayl’s
chest at the endearment. “You’re doing great.”

“Good. I would continue my exploration.” Mace moaned and the
muscles rippled along his jaw as if he clenched his teeth. “And I am ready to
taste you coming in my mouth.”

“Thank God.”

Mace couldn’t hold back much longer. He wanted to let Cayl
“explore” but he couldn’t take much more. Fuck, this guy was a wet dream come
true. Didn’t have much skill but damn, he learned fast. Took guidance—either
with hands or groans. Mace cupped his palm around the back of Cayl’s head and
nudged him forward, wanting that mouth back on his cock.

The sight of Cayl’s lips opening and sucking in the head of
Mace’s dick almost made him come but he held back. He wanted to feel this. Cayl
moaned as he pushed down, taking more of Mace’s cock into his mouth. Mace
stared, couldn’t look away. Cayl seemed lost in the sensations, slurping and
licking, sucking hard as he pulled back. Testing every point on Mace’s cock.

“Stop teasing, babe,” he muttered.

Cayl lifted his head, his lips rosy and puffy, his eyes
practically glowing. His fast breaths hot against Mace’s skin. “I was not
teasing.” The words were right but the bright green eyes belied the claim. He
flicked his tongue out and licked the sensitive place just beneath the head.
Mace couldn’t stop his groan. “I am experiencing.”

He thought he heard laughter in Cayl’s voice but so far the
guy didn’t seem to understand teasing. The thought left Mace’s brain as Cayl
stroked his tongue up the full length of Mace’s cock, opening his mouth and
sucking in the head. Mace gave the back of Cayl’s head a little nudge pushing a
little more into Cayl’s mouth.

Cayl gave another of those deep-throated moans. The sound
sent a wicked vibration through his shaft. Fuck, it wasn’t going to take much
more. Cayl started to move his head, bobbing up and down, sucking each time he
drew back. It took a few pulses to get the rhythm but then he was moving,
rocking his cock into Cayl’s mouth, Cayl sucking and groaning.

Sparks began at the base of his spine. His fingers tightened
on Cayl’s head and he pumped his hips up. Cayl froze, just keeping his lips
tight as Mace fucked his mouth.

Mace did his best to keep his movements small, not wanting
to choke the guy but Cayl seemed to want it, moving again, taking Mace deeper,
humming and moaning, sucking him until Mace couldn’t take it anymore. He cried
out, hoping to warn Cayl but the words wouldn’t form. Pleasure shot through his
spine and he came, spilling into Cayl’s mouth.

Chapter Five

Devin stood in the corner, arms folded, coffee cup in hand
and watched the two men move around the kitchen. Cayl didn’t know how anything
worked but Mace patiently gave him instructions—how to use the toaster, where
to find jelly, what was the purpose of jelly. Funny, she never would have
expected “patience” to be one of Mace’s virtues. In fact, she hadn’t thought
Mace had any virtues.

They worked together, bumping into each other. Sharing the
space comfortably. Almost intimately.

A squiggle of an idea lodged in the back of her brain. No.
Couldn’t be.
He wouldn’t.

Cayl reached in front of Mace to get the salt off the
counter. His arm brushed across Mace’s chest. Neither man reacted. If anything,
Mace moved into the touch.

Cayl picked up his plate and turned around setting it on the
table. He looked at Devin.

“Are you sure you would not like some nutrition?” he asked,
taking his seat. “I’m sure there is plenty.”

The eggs and bacon and buttery toast smelled incredible but
she could just feel the pounds paste themselves to her hips. She held up her
travel cup of coffee.

“I’m good.”

Mace moved to the table. He put his plate down and set a cup
of coffee in front of Cayl. Again she was struck by the intimacy of the scene.
It took a moment for her brain to process what she was seeing.

“Oh my God!”

Cayl’s head snapped toward her. Mace was a little slower to
respond but he looked up, even as he sat down.

“What did you do?” she accused, looking past Cayl to Mace.
Of course, she knew what Mace had done to him. It explained the casual touches
and the subtle satisfied aura that surrounded Cayl.

Mace just gave her one of those arrogant half smiles.

Cayl looked at her, the corner of his eyes crinkling in
confusion, then looked at Mace. Mace just shrugged and picked up his fork. Cayl
followed suit, mimicking Mace’s movements, adding salt, a bit of pepper, taking
a bite, more pepper. When Mace seemed to find it properly seasoned, so did Cayl
and they began to eat. It took Cayl a few bites to get the skills down—scooping
eggs on his fork seemed a particular challenge—but once he did, he moved
quickly through breakfast.

When he’d finished, he wiped his mouth on a napkin and
nodded. “That is curiously satisfying. Not at all like the last time I was
forced into a physical form. The creatures absorbed their nutrition through the
skin. It was time consuming and tedious.” He nodded to the empty plate. “This
was a much more enjoyable experience, making the nutrition palatable is quite
an ingenious plan.”

“We do our best,” Devin interjected. “And we should get
going. We’re searching for your killer after all.” She knew she sounded snippy
but couldn’t quite keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“Of course.” Cayl pushed away from the table. “I will get my
outer garment.” He walked out of the room.

“It’s called a coat,” she yelled after him. When he’d
cleared the doorway, she spun around and glared at Mace. “How could you?”
Righteous indignation filled her chest and pushed her shoulders back, her spine
stick straight. How was she going to explain
this
to her boss?

“How could I what?” The innocent and wide-eyed blinking only
elevated her irritation.

“Fuck him.”

“I didn’t.”

She dropped her chin and glared harder. “Really.”

“I might have shown him how to ease certain pains.”

“You turned my alien gay.” She couldn’t keep the accusation
out of her voice.

Mace laughed. “Not exactly. He still finds the prospect of
fucking you quite intriguing.”

Her spine snapped straight and her chin rose. “That wasn’t
what I was worried about.”

“Really?” Mace stood up and walked over to her, stopping
inches from her body, sharing her space. He lowered his head and put his mouth
near her ear. “Are you sure you didn’t go to bed dreaming of that hard strong
body fucking you? His lips on your pretty tits? His cock slamming into you over
and over again?”

Oxygen seemed in short supply as she tried to answer. Mace
pressed closer, his thigh brushing against hers. It wasn’t just the image of
Cayl fucking her that made her heart pound, it was Mace, so close, so sexual.
Her muscles strained to move, to accommodate his body.

“Or maybe it was both of us.” His lips teased her ear.
“Inside you. One in your mouth, the other in your pussy.” Her mouth opened just
a little as she struggled to find enough air. “Or both of us fucking you. Him
in your pussy and me taking that sweet ass.”

A garbled whimper broke from her throat. Her pussy clenched
reacting to the words, the mental pictures—hot strong male bodies surrounding
her, filling her. The sensations from last night flooded her core. “We’d fill you
up. Drive you crazy. Fuck, I want to feel you ass against me as I come inside
you.”

Her body seemed in control. Without her command, her head
turned, lips open, begging for his kiss. Mace was there. Hot and strong,
accepting her invitation. He took her mouth, a dominating kiss that called to
that submissive side she hadn’t acknowledged until last night.

Every nerve screamed for her to sink into his arms. She
reached up, and cupped the back of his head in her hand and held on. His mouth
moved on hers, tongue stroking hers, taking command, telling her with his kiss
that he would be wicked good at licking her pussy.

“Are we sharing another embrace?”

Cayl’s voice snapped her out of the fog. Devin jumped away
from Mace, breaking his hold and stumbling back against the counter. Her mind
took a moment to catch up but she shook her head.

“No. No embraces.” She repeated the head shake to make sure
he understood. “We’re leaving. We have work to do.”

“You are correct. We have rejuvenated and fed. It is time to
work.” Cayl stepped back and looked at her. After a few moments of observation,
he tipped his head to the side. “I do prefer the raiment that shows your tits.”

“Breasts! They are called breasts.” She shot visual daggers
at Mace but he didn’t seem to care. He was struggling not to laugh. She tugged
at the bottom of her jacket and flipped her hair back over her shoulder.
Attempting to appear composed, she nodded once. “Well, thank you, again, for
all your help,” she said with what she hoped was a brisk, professional tone.

“My pleasure.”

It would have been an appropriate response if she hadn’t
known he meant it literally. She glared and Mace winked. The urge to growl
almost overcame her but she pushed the sound deep inside. Instead, she rolled
her shoulders back, turned and started for the door.

“Will I see you tonight?” Mace asked, the teasing in his
voice lingering.

“It will depend on our success.” Cayl answered before she
could say “no”. “If we are not able to trace Harken today we will need to
return to the club and wait for his arrival.”

Devin squished her lips together. She wanted to tell Mace
his help wasn’t needed but dammit, it was. “Right. But hopefully we’ll find
Harken and we won’t need you anymore.”

She was pleased with the slightly snotty tone of voice but
Mace only grinned.

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” he drawled.

That wicked voice reminded her that seconds ago she was
pressed against his body, hands on her skin, lips—

She shook her head. She needed to focus. Find Harken, send
Cayl home and get Mace back out of her life.

She walked back into the living room and headed toward the
front door. Cayl followed and Mace took up the rear. Without looking back, she
stepped onto the porch and down the short walkway. It took her a moment to
realize Cayl was no longer behind her.

She stopped, backed up, looked around the corner of the
house. Three heartbeats later, Cayl appeared, his eyes a little glassy, his
lips a bit redder and the beginning of an erection pressing against his fly.

For a moment, she expected him to blush, or stammer but he
had no concept of shame or embarrassment. Sex was merely a human physical
activity.

He saw her waiting and scanned his gaze down her body, his
eyes pausing on her chest before continuing the journey to her feet and back
up. She’d worn trousers today and granny panties to ensure what happened last
night wouldn’t happen again. The stinging in her ass hadn’t lasted long. The
ache in her pussy still hadn’t ended.