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heartbeat and respiration were speeding
up as well. “A-all right.”
    “Here we go.” Delaney leaned in,
brushing his lips against Mark’s. The simple contact sent an electric spark
dancing through him, grounding out in his balls.
    The effect wasn’t one-sided either,
to his relief. Mark made a soft, hungry noise, lips slowly but definitely
pressing back against his own. Delaney kept his tongue securely in his own
mouth as promised, but that didn’t stop him from savoring the plump feel of his
mate’s upper lip sliding between his own, or the way their mouths caught and
clung together.
    He pulled back just enough to look
into Mark’s dazed eyes. “Should I stop?”
    “Wha?” That damned tongue came out
again, slicking and teasing at the same time. “N-no.”
    “Okay.” Delaney dove back in,
losing himself in the warmth and sweetness of Mark’s mouth, the way the other
man responded so passionately. He was just about to try nibbling his way down
to his mate’s jawline when he heard a soft clanking noise.
    Mark pulled away, dazed and
blinking. “That’s my phone.”
    “Oh.” Delaney sat back, rubbing his
tingling lips. “Yeah. You want to get that?”
    “Um.” The other man fumbled in his
shorts pocket. To Delaney’s delight, the action pulled the fabric tight against
what was obviously a half-hard cock. Finally Mark pulled the phone free and swiped
his thumb across the screen, reading it. “Oh. It’s Caren.”
    “Your girlfriend?”
    “Yeah. She —never mind.”
    Delaney wanted to pluck the phone out
of his mate’s hand and read the message, but refrained. It’s bad enough I’m pushing him like this. I don’t need to look like
the world’s biggest asshole as well. Instead, he sat back, trying to drag
together the last shreds of his self-control. “I think you need to call the
cops and get them over here. And I better go before that happens.”
    “Oh. Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
Mark sat up slowly, tugging his t-shirt down so that it covered the bulge at
his groin. Delaney got to his feet and his mate blinked, staring at his cock. “You,
uh ... you’re still...”
    “Hard enough to cut diamond.” Delaney
gave him a wistful smile. “I can’t help it. It’s what you do to me, babe.”
    Mark blushed. Knowing he had to be
satisfied with that for now, Delaney shifted and trotted out of the room.
    ****
    Shaken, Mark called 911 about the
attack, leaving out the bit about the shape-shifting coyote who claimed to be
his mate. The police arrived minutes later, one officer taking his statement
while the other prowled through the apartment.
    He came back to the living room
minutes later, looking grim. “They came in through the balcony door in your
bedroom. Cut a pane of glass right out of the door and opened the dead bolt and
lock.”
    Mark felt sick. “Can you get
fingerprints or anything?”
    “We’ll have CSI come out and print
the door, but I’ve got a bad feeling they’re not going to find much. These guys
are definitely pros.” He glanced at the splashes of Greasy’s blood on the
carpet. “We’ll probably have an easier time doing a DNA match from that, if they’re
in the system.”
    The officer who had taken his
statement shook her head. “Can you think of any reason why they might have
targeted you, Mr. Fellowes?”
    A tension headache was building
behind his eyes. He forced himself to think. “They kept talking about my
employer, Trickster Tech. They must have thought I had company information on
my laptop. But I never bring anything like that home.”
    The police officer frowned at that.
“Sounds like they had a specific target in mind, then. It’s up to you, but I’d
strongly suggest that you stay somewhere else, at least for tonight.”
    Before Mark could protest there was
a brief knock at the door, and a man and woman in dark blue jackets emblazoned
with PLANO CSI came in. Behind them was Delaney, dressed now and looking
serious.
    He introduced himself as