Smoke and Mirrors Part 9

"Holiday isn't permanent. Believe me, your body knows the difference. After a while, homesickness would turn into something else." Hudson covered Dex's hand with his own and squeezed it, his blue eyes meeting Dex's. "That's what this is, Dex. By bearing his mark, you've given yourself completely to him. I don't mean to scare you. For you, there's so much wonder and beauty ahead. It's extraordinary. It'll make your heart soar, your soul s.h.i.+ne, and your body tremble with antic.i.p.ation of his touch."

Hudson smiled, his face glowing with so much love it took Dex's breath away.

"You'll memorize every curve, every freckle, every scar and blemish. The slightest hitch in his breath will be as if he'd spoken a thousand words. You'll need him like never before, need to see him, touch him, and feel him. If he gets hurt, you'll know, and it'll feel as though your heart is tearing itself apart. You'll need to control your emotions, your impulses."

"I can control myself." Most of the time. If he wanted to.

Hudson shook his head. "You've yet to be tested or you would know. You'll be hyperaware of anyone who lays a finger on him, no matter their intent. The jealousy is very unflattering and must be contained."

"Pfft. I don't get jealous."

Hudson wasn't buying it for a second.

"Okay, maybe a little."

"All marked mates share certain experiences. The initial nausea, vomiting, that feeling something is wrong when our mate is hurt or in pain. Some experiences are unique to each marked mate. You may experience something I never would and vice versa."

"And the dying part?"

"There have been a few cases, but there's no telling if it's universal. I would suggest not testing the theory."

"I think I'm good." Dex had no intention of keeling over on international soil just to prove he couldn't live without Sloane. Literally.

"Now you take everything I have told you and have yet to tell you and multiply it by ten, and that is how Sloane feels about you."

Dex stared at him.

"You aren't the only one growing accustomed to all this. For Sloane, it's more difficult. He's always at war with his Therian side. He can be dangerous. Lethal. He'll need you to take care of him, soothe him, show him you're his and always will be."

"But he knows that."

"He does. His feral half is another matter. The beast inside him fears you'll be taken from him. You'll see him behind Sloane's eyes when there are potential threats in sight. His instincts will be on high alert. He'll need to rea.s.sure himself by touching you, being aware of your location in a room, who's around you."

That part Dex had already experienced during a night out. It didn't go so well. Something occurred to Dex, and he forced himself to ask. "Did anything change when Seb marked you? I mean, besides everything you just said, were you changed in any way?"

Hudson c.o.c.ked his head in thought. "As I said, everyone is different, but besides what we've discussed, I haven't experienced any other changes, but then Seb and I are both Therians, and as rare as marking is, it's more common among Therian pairs than pairs where one is a Human."

That's what Dex figured. He supposed all he could do was wait and see.

Hudson looked at his watch. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I promised Nina I would meet her for lunch."

"How are things between you two?" The last time he'd seen them, Hudson had been deeply hurt to find out Nina had been in a secret relations.h.i.+p with Rafe. The guy had made Hudson's life a living h.e.l.l after the shooting incident that tore Seb and Hudson apart.

"It's a b.l.o.o.d.y mess," Hudson said with a sigh. "I feel for Rafe and his condition, but it doesn't excuse all the years of deplorable behavior. The man tried to get me sacked after the incident and almost succeeded. He dragged my name through the mud, brought me before our superiors, questioned my integrity. How can I simply forget the campaign he launched against me? If it weren't for Seb, Rafe would have had everyone in the department believing his tripe.

"Of course Nina feels guilty, and I'm having a dreadful time with it all. I'm trying. I truly am. But our relations.h.i.+p has suffered a terrible blow." Hudson's eyes filled with sadness. "She broke my heart and my trust. After all we've been through, she kept her relations.h.i.+p with Rafe a secret from me. The only good to come out of the whole thing is that the Hobbs brothers are united for once. Their bond seems to be healing. Julia-Seb's mother-is overjoyed. For the first time in years, her boys are not only getting along but supporting each other. I would never take that from Seb. For all his anger at his brother, he loves him."

Hudson stood, and Dex accompanied him to the door. "Well, I guess that's something." He was glad the feud between Seb and Rafe had ended. Poor Hobbs was always caught in the middle of his big brothers' epic battles and ended up an unwitting casualty of war. Dex caught Hudson's elbow. There was something else he was curious about.

"Tell me to f.u.c.k off if it's none of my business, but what happened between you and Seb at the hospital? The guy barely left your side." Dex watched as Hudson's heart broke all over again.

"When I woke up, he took my hand and said he'd always known I loved him." Hudson worried his bottom lip, his eyes growing gla.s.sy. He straightened and blinked a few times, a tragic smile coming onto his face. "I told him I did love him and might possibly never stop loving him, but love was not enough. There would never be an us again. I thanked him for staying with me and told him I could manage."

"You told him to leave?"

Hudson nodded. "He was exhausted. I could see. So he listened. When he walked out, I cried for quite some time."

Dex grabbed Hudson, most likely startling him, and hugged him tight. "I'm so sorry. If you ever need anything, if you need to talk, you call me, okay?"

"I will." Hudson pulled back and wiped the wetness from his cheek. "Thank you, Dex. Same to you, okay?"

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Hudson was gone, and Dex sat in his living room on the couch. He really wished things would work out for Hudson and Seb, but the way things were going, it wasn't looking good. There had to be something Dex could do. Why was Hudson being so stubborn? It was true that love alone wasn't always enough, but he wasn't even giving them a chance. Love was all about taking chances, giving, taking, working through things together. Sometimes Dex didn't understand Therians.

With a sigh, Dex went to the kitchen to make himself some lunch. He was tired and in need of a nap, but he was glad Hudson had stopped by. Between his time with Sloane, his napping, and Hudson, Dex had little time to think about Wolf, TIN, and the supposed file. That was a lie. He was purposefully avoiding thinking about it. Thinking about it meant thinking about his parents and their death. He wasn't ready to do that. Let TIN figure it out.

"f.u.c.king coward." Dex stopped in front of the open fridge, staring at nothing in particular. Why was he a coward? He'd been kidnapped and tortured, for f.u.c.k's sake. He'd been told his parents were murdered. Was it too much to ask for a mini break, some time for his body to heal before he jumped into the next f.u.c.king drama? Could he not go a few weeks without his life falling apart? Without someone trying to kill him, hurt him, make him bleed? He let out a frustrated growl and slammed the fridge door shut. The whole thing wobbled, and Dex stared at it. s.h.i.+t. "All right, that's enough of that." He wasn't going to go down that path. Nope.

He walked into the living room and straight to his iPod. He found one of his favorite playlists filled with his all-time favorite bands, cranked up the volume, and nodded. Whitesnake.

"Oh yeah." Dex played his air guitar on the way to the kitchen and sang along. He knew all the words to all the songs he owned. He rocked out, danced to his eighties pop, and sang cheesy romantic ballads into his spatula as he baked. Feeling much more like himself, he propped his phone up on the counter and pulled up the empanada recipe he'd gotten from Letty. The Cuban ones were slightly different from Rosa's Puerto Rican ones. There were no plantains in them. Dex had trouble with vegetables, so he decided all meat would be fine. Sloane loved any kind of empanada. It was the one carb-filled food he couldn't get enough of.

Dex congratulated himself on cooking the ground-beef filling without eating too much of it. He filled the circular pastries, folded them over, and pressed the edges down with a fork to seal them. Then when the oil in his frying pan was nice and hot, he carefully slipped them in one by one. He used his metal salad tongs to turn them over, and once both sides were toasty brown, he moved them onto the paper towels he'd laid on the large tray. Once he was done, he covered the tray with aluminum foil and left it on the stove to one side. He finished cleaning the kitchen and airing it out when he heard a car door slam. Sloane was home!

The front door opened, and Sloane walked in. He'd just closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor when Dex pounced. He landed on Sloane, his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs around Sloane's a.s.s.

"Holy s.h.i.+t."

Sloane laughed against Dex's lips as Dex kissed him. He needed Sloane so bad. Why was he wearing so many clothes? Off. It all had to come off. Dex tried pulling at Sloane's jacket while kissing him, frustrated that Sloane was still dressed.

"f.u.c.k, I need you naked."

"Dex," Sloane breathed, pulling back long enough to see where he was going as he carried Dex into the living room. "You should be resting."

"I rested all day. I'll rest more later. When you f.u.c.k me."

Sloane let out a husky laugh. "I was only gone one s.h.i.+ft."

G.o.d, he smelled so d.a.m.n good. He'd showered before he came home. Dex could smell the lime and ginger shower gel. "I know, but I need you to f.u.c.k me, Sloane. Please." Dex planted kisses down Sloane's jaw, his fingers slipping into Sloane's hair and giving it a tug. The low groan Sloane let out went straight to Dex's c.o.c.k. He was so hard it hurt.

Dex unwrapped his legs from Sloane's waist and dropped to his feet. He took hold of Sloane's wrist and pulled him along as he hurried up the stairs. At the top, Dex spun around and started stripping him.

"Jesus, maybe I should be away more often," Sloane teased as Dex broke records getting them undressed.

"Nope. Not happening." Dex kissed Sloane, his tongue dueling with Sloane's as he tasted and savored before demanding more. He needed more. He sc.r.a.ped his fingernails down Sloane's chest, making them both wince. He'd forgotten about his stupid fingers. Didn't matter. Not now, not with Sloane in front of him, naked and s.e.xy as sin. Sloane cursed under his breath as Dex dashed over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. He tossed it at Sloane and climbed onto the bed. With a wicked grin, he got on his knees facing Sloane and took hold of his leaking c.o.c.k. He stroked himself and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Sloane's eyebrows shot up. "f.u.c.k."

"That's what I'm waiting for, handsome."

Dex didn't have to wait long. Sloane was on him in a heartbeat, his lips all over Dex, his teeth nipping, his fingers digging into Dex's skin.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to ride you," Dex said, his voice husky.

Sloane s.h.i.+vered, and Dex felt like his body might combust at any moment. Sloane lubed himself up and sat back against the headboard. Dex was so glad they'd opted for the Therian king-size shortly after Sloane moved in. For what Dex had in mind, st.u.r.dy was definitely a must. Dex straddled Sloane's lap, and he cupped his face to kiss him. Sloane's hands went to Dex's a.s.scheeks, kneading them, parting them. Dex lifted himself up, reached behind him, and lined Sloane's c.o.c.k up with his hole. He pushed down, wincing at the deep burn as he was stretched. There was no need for prep. Dex was ready for Sloane, ready to take him deep inside, down to the root.

Sloane let out a strangled cry as Dex impaled himself the rest of the way. He took hold of Sloane's shoulders, his head tossed back as he f.u.c.ked himself on Sloane. He rode Sloane hard, coming up and almost off Sloane's c.o.c.k, then impaling himself down again. Their bodies became slick with sweat as Dex alternated between f.u.c.king himself and sitting on Sloane, rotating his hips, pus.h.i.+ng himself farther down.

"Oh G.o.d, Dex," Sloane groaned as Dex bounced on him.

It felt so d.a.m.n good. The pressure, the heat building up inside him, the delicious ache in his muscles. He was burning up inside, but he didn't care. It was amazing. But he needed Sloane deeper inside him, wanted to feel Sloane down to his soul.

Dex rolled off him and got onto his hands and knees. He looked back over his shoulder at Sloane. A tremor went through him at the sight of Sloane's muscular naked body, but it was the wildness in his amber eyes that had Dex begging. He wanted to be claimed.

"Make me yours, Sloane."

Dex's voice was rough, thick with want. He whimpered at Sloane's fingertips digging into his hips, then cried out at the blinding pain of Sloane's thick c.o.c.k driving into him. Sloane draped himself over Dex's back, hissing in his ear.

"You're already mine. You're always mine."

Sloane pulled out to the tip, then plunged inside Dex's a.s.s, making him gasp.

"Yes, oh please, yes. Harder, Sloane."

Dex grabbed fistfuls of the blankets as Sloane pounded into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin like music to Dex's ears. His skin was too tight for his body, his pulse was through the roof, and Dex still wanted more. He pushed his a.s.s back, meeting Sloane's thrusts with his own. Sloane let out a feral growl, and Dex almost came.

"You had someone else's scent on you," Sloane hissed in Dex's ear, his hand coming to wrap around Dex's neck. "Someone I know."

"Hudson," Dex panted. "He came by to talk."

Sloane nipped at Dex's jaw. "I don't like it when you smell like someone who isn't me."

"I know. Yours. Always yours."

The mattress moved beneath them as Sloane pulled back onto his knees and took hold of Dex's shoulders, pounding Dex's a.s.s until Dex's arms couldn't hold him up anymore. He pressed his head against the mattress, his a.s.s high in the air. Sloane stood on the bed and lowered himself into Dex, his angle causing him to hit Dex's prostate again and again. The thrusts were deeper, harder, faster, and Dex saw stars in front of his eyes when his o.r.g.a.s.m hit him. He didn't even have to touch himself. His muscles tightened as he cried out, his whole body a fiery ma.s.s of enflamed pain and incredible pleasure. Sloane pushed down against Dex's lower back with his hands and pumped himself inside Dex before his cry reverberated through the room. His hot come coated Dex's insides, his hips thrusting until he seemed too sore to continue. He lowered himself onto Dex's back, and Dex slid down onto the bed. Sloane's weight on him made it a little hard for Dex to breathe, but Dex didn't care, and he groaned in protest when Sloane rolled off him.

"Holy s.h.i.+t," Sloane said, breathless. He turned his head to smile at Dex. "That was f.u.c.king amazing."

Dex chuckled as he tried to regain his breath. "I'm glad you approve."

"I don't think approve is the right word."

"Man, when Hudson said it would feel euphoric, he wasn't kidding."

"What do you mean?"

"He came by today to see how I was doing." Dex rolled over to face Sloane. "He didn't buy the whole ambush thing either, but then he's a doctor. Kind of hard to hide injuries from him. Anyway, he knew I had questions about being marked, and he offered to answer them."

"Questions?"

Concern came onto Sloane's face, and Dex leaned in to kiss his worry away.

"Hudson's the only one we know who's marked. I hadn't asked because I didn't want to bring up anything painful. We had a really good chat. He said it was normal to feel loss when you left, and when you returned it would be almost euphoric. That my body would soon get used to it." Dex propped himself on his elbow, and wriggled his eyebrows. "Not that I'm complaining." He scrunched up his nose when he recalled the other side of it. "The being sick part I can do without, though."

Sloane sat up. "You were sick? When?"

"This morning. After you left. I didn't really think anything of it. I was kinda groggy after I woke up."

Sloane frowned, and Dex sat up. He went when Sloane pulled him onto his lap, followed by a soft kiss to his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It only came to me after we talked. I was hungry. It's weird. I can't really remember. I must have really been out of it."

"And Hudson said it'll pa.s.s?"

Dex nodded. "He says it's my body trying to get used to the thought of you leaving me."

"But I'm not going for good," Sloane replied thoughtfully.

"I know that, but my body hasn't gotten the memo." Dex planted a kiss on Sloane's shoulder. "It'll catch up. In the meantime-" He trailed kisses up Sloane's neck before nipping at his stubbly jaw. "-How about a little more rea.s.surance? You know how hardheaded I can be."

Sloane slipped his fingers into Dex's hair to give it a gentle tug, tilting his head back. His amber eyes glowed wickedly. "You know me. Always happy to help."

OH MY G.o.d, this suuuucks.

Dex washed out his mouth in the sink before heading for the couch. He and his body were not getting along. Usually they got on like-what was that saying Hudson used? Like a house on fire. That made absolutely no f.u.c.king sense to Dex. Surely a house on fire was bad. How was someone's residence engulfed in flames a good comparison for people getting along? Brits were weird. Then again, Hudson thought the same about Dex. No argument there.

For the last two days after Sloane left for work, Dex had to run to the kitchen where he proceeded to lose the contents of his stomach. Although it wasn't as bad this morning as the previous days, it still sucked. Why now? Why was he feeling sick now? Everything kept coming back to what happened with Wolf. What if whatever that s.h.i.+t was that he gave Dex triggered something? Did it have to do with his bond to Sloane? It had to. It would explain why he only felt sick when Sloane left for work without him, and why he was so d.a.m.ned h.o.r.n.y when Sloane got home. Not that Sloane didn't normally make him h.o.r.n.y, but this was something different altogether.

Dex dropped onto the couch with a huff. Not even his music was cheering him up. He felt like a prisoner in his own home, and he'd never felt that way. He loved his house and never had any trouble entertaining himself. Now he felt caged. He stood and paced. Two days left. How was he supposed to get through another two days? He'd spent a fortune online ordering random c.r.a.p to keep himself busy. He'd watched movies, read, even m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed while wearing Sloane's T-s.h.i.+rt during a particularly intense moment of missing him.

The doorbell rang and Dex sprang from the couch. At this juncture, he'd welcome any distraction. Even Ash. Dex opened the door, and threw his arms out in excitement.

"Cal!"

Calvin gave a start and pulled back a fist, his eyes wide. When he realized it was only Dex, he put his arm down, and let out a heavy sigh. "What the h.e.l.l, man? You scared the s.h.i.+t out of me."

"Sorry," Dex said with a laugh. He moved so Calvin could come in. "Just excited to see another living person."

"Didn't you see Sloane this morning before he left for work?"

Dex closed the door and motioned to the living room where he followed Calvin in. "Yeah, but that was this morning. It feels like decades ago. It's driving me nuts." He dropped into the armchair, taking note of Calvin's amused expression.

"Nuts, huh?"

"More so than usual, smarty pants."

"You okay?" Calvin asked, his expression turning concerned. He sat back against the couch cus.h.i.+ons, his sharp blue eyes studying Dex. "You look a little... restless. I mean, you're normally fidgety, but this is different. How are you holding up?"