Sloane observed Dex as he made his way to the center of the
mat. The guy had a nice ass too. On that note, maybe it was time for Sloane to get laid. It had been way too long since he’d
picked anyone up, but then, the only thing that seemed to interest him these
days was the job. Why the hell was he thinking about sex now? He followed Dex
onto the blue mat and stopped a few feet away from him, pushing any and all
sexual thoughts out of his mind. He had work to do. A lot of work
to do.
Dex readied himself, stretching his neck and back. Despite
his disastrous introduction, the guy actually had excellent poise. He balanced
perfectly on one leg while he pulled the opposite knee up to stretch then
swapped and did the same with the other. He bent over and grabbed his ankles
with ease then slowly rolled his back to stand upright again. Rotating his
shoulders, he shook himself off and hopped on his toes for a few seconds to
warm up. His movements revealed he was lithe and flexible, yet Sloane couldn't
understand how this was the same guy who had scored top of his class during the
training run. It was true he didn't know much about Dex, but he’d read the file
the moment he’d been informed of the decision.
Both parents had been killed during the riots when he was
five years old. He’d been adopted by his father’s friend and work partner,
Anthony Maddock. A year later, his baby Therian brother was rescued and
adopted. Went to Berkeley at eighteen for four years, earned a Bachelor of
Science degree in Justice Studies, and joined the HPF a year later. Four years
after that, was promoted to homicide detective. Dexter J. Daley, thirty-three
years old, unmarried, and recently testified against his Human partner in a
murder trial. Sloane was still figuring out what to think about that last part.
Dex took his stance, bending his knees, his left leg a little
farther up than the right, and his fists up near his face.
“Your stance is good,” Sloane murmured, ignoring Dex’s
surprised look. Taking up his own fighting stance, Sloane motioned for Dex to
advance. “Okay. Come at me.”
Dex shook his head. “No.”
Sloane paused. Was the rookie messing with him? “What do you
mean ‘no’?”
“How about you come at me.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“I’ve seen what attacking you head on does. You want to see
what I can do? You’ll have to work for it.”
Sloane arched an eyebrow. Well, if nothing else, the guy had
balls. “Okay. Remember, you asked for it.” He advanced, faked with his right to
land a left hook to Dex’s ribs. A swipe to his left foot brought Dex crashing
down to the mat.
“Fuck,” Dex moaned, rolling out of the way. He jumped to his
feet and rounded his shoulders. “Okay.” Bouncing on his toes, he circled
Sloane. “Let’s try this again.”
This match was over. Rookie just didn’t know it yet. Sloane
was good at exposing weaknesses, and he was already working on discovering his
new partner’s.
They slowly circled each other, and Sloane got closer to Dex
with each step until he was close enough to throw a punch. Dex blocked it, his
concentration focused on keeping Sloane from landing a hit. He was studying
Sloane, trying to get a handle on his technique so he could formulate a plan of
attack. Rookie was using his head—that was good—but he was taking too long to decide
on his course of action and that was bad. Hesitation was something his Human
partner couldn’t afford out in the field, not when dealing with Therians. As a
species, Therians were faster, stronger, healed quicker, and had a higher level
of tolerance when it came to pain.
Dex blocked a left hook to the ribs with his right elbow
tucked up against his body, but in anticipation of Sloane faking a right, he
tucked his left elbow in as well, leaving his head exposed. Sloane took
advantage and clipped Dex under his chin. His head came up, once again leaving
himself exposed long enough for Sloane to give his cheek a smack. Dex shuffled
back, eyes wide.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I’m sorry. Did I smear your makeup?” Sloane held back a
smile at Dex’s glare. This was too easy. Forgetting all about keeping his
distance, Dex charged him.
A fierce combination of hooks, jabs, and an attempt at an
uppercut were nicely executed, but still not enough to catch Sloane off guard.
He blocked Dex’s advances, ducked under a right hook, and grabbed Dex’s leg.
With a forceful pull, Dex was once again sprawled on his back.
“I haven’t spent this much time on my back since college.”
Sloane laughed. “It’s a good look for you, Rookie.”
“You asking me out on a date? Because I don’t date assholes,”
Dex grumbled, sitting up.
“I may be an asshole, but even I’ve got standards.”
With a smirk, Dex hung his head and held an arm out.
“Giving up already? How disappointing.” Sloane reached out
and took Dex’s hand, ready to pull him up when Dex twisted his torso and kicked
a leg out, catching Sloane on the side of his knee and sending him down onto
it. He was jerked forward and Dex’s legs wrapped around his waist. He twisted
his lower body to throw Sloane onto his back. Dex landed on him, his hands pinning
Sloane’s wrists to the mat beneath them, their faces inches away from each
other.
“So, about that date,” Dex said, laughing breathlessly. His
eyes shifted to Sloane’s lips before moving back up and his smile grew wider.
The little shit was taunting him.
Sloane didn't know what pissed him off more, that he’d been
caught by surprise, or that he was enjoying it. His anger started bubbling up
inside him and that pissed him off even more. He didn't get angry. Anger meant
the rookie was getting to him.
With a pleasant smile, Sloane jerked his left wrist free to
snatch Dex’s in a tight grip. He looped his arm around Dex’s neck, forcing
Dex’s arm to come up and around as well. With a swift yank, Dex spun off him
and onto the mat.
That was better. Sloane casually got to his feet with a
satisfied grin. He took a deep breath to regain his calm and turned, frowning
at the sight of Dex on his stomach, his back arching as he let out a frustrated
groan. He ignored the curve of the rookie’s spine and the way he looked when he
got onto his hands and knees. Jesus, what was wrong with him? It was time to
put a stop to this… distraction.
Come on,” Sloane snarled. “Get up. I’m not here to be your
Xbox buddy.”
“Come on, Dex!” Cael sat on the floor a few feet away, and Sloane
tilted his head, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he teased Dex.
“Aw, isn't that cute? Baby brother is cheering for you.”
Dex lunged at him, throwing his arms around Sloane’s waist in
an inane attempt to knock him over. Sloane didn’t go down. He was bigger,
stronger, and heavier than Dex, but to the rookie’s credit, he managed to get
in a nice jab to the ribs. With a well-maneuvered twist of his body, Sloane was
out of Dex’s grip and holding him in a headlock. Instead of punching him, he
delivered another slap to his cheek. Dex let out a frustrated growl and tried
to push away from him.
“Stop doing that!”
“Ooh, Rookie’s got a bit of a temper.” Sloane ruffled Dex’s
hair, pissing him off further.
“Aw, isn't he cute,” Ash teased from the end of the mat.
“Fuck you, Simba!”
Rosa burst into laughter and Ash glared at her. “Are you
fucking serious?” He turned back to Sloane with a scowl. “You better kick his
ass.”
Dex struggled in Sloane’s grip. “Come on, Rookie. Is this the
best you got?”
“This isn't fighting,” Dex spat out. “This is you being a
prick.”
Sloane shrugged. “Either way, I've seen what you can do and I
gotta say, it’s pretty uninspiring.”
“Uninspiring, huh?” Dex pulled back a fist and Sloane
released him, jumping back and narrowly missing Dex’s fist, his knuckles
brushing Sloane’s crotch. Sloane gaped at Dex.
“You were going to punch me in the nuts?”
“You said it yourself. This isn't a fight, so yeah. And I
would have enjoyed it too.”
“Hey, watch it.” Sloane stormed up to Dex who held his ground,
his chin lifted defiantly. Rookie had nerve, but he needed to learn his place.
Sloane grabbed him, hauled him off his feet and slammed him into the mat. “Stay
the fuck down, if you know what’s good for you.”
Dex ignored him, his breath coming out heavy as he got back
on his feet and threw a punch. Stupid little bastard didn't know when to quit.
Sloane ducked, grabbed Dex around the waist and once again slammed him back
down on the mat. With a low groan, Dex rolled onto his side and pushed himself
onto his hands and knees. Sloane wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of
his hand as he circled Dex. He’d lost count of how many times he’d dropped Dex,
yet the guy kept getting back up. Granted, each time took a little longer than
the last, but he pushed himself to his feet regardless. Sloane didn't know
whether to be impressed or aggravated.
“You’re not cut out for this, Rookie.”
Dex didn't reply, simply glared at him. He charged Sloane
with a growl, ducking under Sloane’s right hook and landing a jab to Sloane’s
exposed ribs. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Sloane used the adrenaline
pumping through his veins to keep going and bring his fists down onto Dex’s
back. Dex hit the mat painfully, his head smacking against it.
Fuck. Sloane touched his ribs and winced.
Damn, the rookie had gotten him pretty good. “Why don’t you stay down? It’s
only going to get worse.”
With a humorless laugh, Dex rolled onto his back, his chest
rising and falling rapidly. “Let me guess. This is the part where I’m supposed
to go crying home to Daddy. “Ooh, my new partner hates me. Boo-hoo.”’ Sloane
could see the strain on the rookie’s face as he struggled to stand, sucking in
a sharp breath when he straightened. “Well fuck you. Here’s a little FYI for
you. I would rather fucking bleed to death
than give you the satisfaction, you prick.”
Sloane arched an eyebrow at him. “Charming.”
“I am fucking
charming!” Dex shouted, his entire face going beet red. “I am the most charming
motherfucker you will ever know, so kiss my perfectly perky ass!”
After some consideration, Sloane cocked his head to one side
and shrugged. “I've seen better.”
“Oh, now you’re insulting my ass?”
Sloane opened his mouth when a booming voice came over the
speaker system.
“Destructive Delta, please report to briefing room “A” in one
hour as per Sergeant Maddock’s orders.”
“Looks like you were saved by daddy after all.” Sloane turned
to his team and clapped his hands together. “Okay, hit the showers. See you
upstairs.” Everyone headed out, and Sloane made his way to the towel rack. He
grabbed himself one to wipe his face, and when he turned, he almost ran into
Dex, his rig hanging from one hand.
“Well, let’s see it.”
Sloane threw his towel over his shoulder. “See what?”
“You know.”
“Are you asking me to go feral or whip out my dick?”
Dex looked like he was actually considering it. “Come on. I
want to see the alpha beneath the asshole. We’ve got lions, and tigers, and….”
Dex shifted his gaze to Sloane’s neck, a strange little smile coming onto his
face as he looked back up at Sloane. “Jaguar. Oh my.”
Holy shit, the guy was serious.
Dex shrugged. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You’re my
partner, we’re in a wide open space, and there are vending machines down the
hall for post shift. We’ve got time before we need to get to the briefing room.
It’s my turn to see what I’m dealing with.”
Sloane mulled it over. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.” Sloane circled Dex and crowded him, making him
retreat until his back hit the wall. With his arms to the sides of Dex’s head,
he watched Dex’s Adam’s apple bob as his new partner swallowed hard. Just as
Sloane suspected, Dex was clearly having second thoughts about seeing the “big
bad alpha.” He leaned in close, his lips inches away from Dex’s jaw as he
inhaled deeply. “Do you know why jaguar Therians are the most lethal of the
Felids?”
“Um….”
“My
Therian bite has twice the strength of a lion’s. I can use a deep-throat,
bite-and-suffocation technique where my fangs pierce through the temporal bones
of your skull, right between your ears and pierce your brain.” Sloane gave a
little demonstration with his fingers on Dex’s scalp, earning him a scowl.
Sloane laughed then whispered in Dex’s ear. “I bet the only word you heard from
all that was deep-throat.”
Dex lifted his chin, his eyes
dropping once again to Sloane’s mouth before moving back up to meet his gaze.
He licked his lips, his eyes clouding over. “Your pupils are dilated. Does that
mean you want to fuck me or eat me? Because I might have a problem with one of
those.”
Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn't writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
Author of the beloved Half Moon Hollow series of vampire romances (Nice Girls Don’t Have Fangs), Molly Harper has created a standalone paranormal romance in which a dilapidated haunted house could bring star-crossed lovers together—if it doesn’t kill them first!
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