Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free Page A

lips around a man’s penis and bob their heads up and down. But Jaxon was an expert cocksucker. His hot mouth slid up the length of Mike’s cock, tongue swirling around the head. Then his wet heat engulfed Mike’s length once again. Only Jax’s tight hold on his hips kept Mike from thrusting into his throat. “You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned.
    Jax hummed around his cock and slipped a hand under his ass to finger his hole, and his eyes rolled back in his head. There was no point trying to string a few words together because he’d lost the power of speech. All he could do was moan his pleasure and hang on for the ride. He gripped the sheets while Jax increased his suction and tried to suck Mike’s brains out through his cock. Sparks started exploding behind his eyelids as Jaxon’s long finger finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle and penetrated his ass. Jaxon’s mouth slid down his shaft once more, and he couldn’t hold back. Mike slammed his head back against the pillows and shouted Jaxon’s name as he filled his lover’s throat with thick spurts of cum. Jax swallowed his load, only releasing him when his muffled cries stopped.
    Crawling up his body, Jax lay next to him and gripped the back of his head, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He surrendered to the demanding mouth, loving the hungry assault and the taste of his own cum on his lover’s lips. Jaxon’s kisses turned rougher and more demanding. His tongue explored Mike’s mouth while his hands explored his body. It looked as if going back to sleep was not an option. Didn’t matter, Mike was wide awake now.
    “Love me?” Jax whispered in his ear.
    “Love you.”
     
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    Lost in thought, Slade walked back to his apartment. The building, a converted brownstone owned by Benjamin Wolfe, was only five blocks from the club. Benjamin had Slade’s last name, but they were not related. Way too many shifters were named Wolfe. Through the years, many of his people had been wiped out, leaving orphaned babies who had been given the name Wolfe and raised in so-called adoption agencies . Of course very few were adopted. The humans didn’t want Were babies, and the shifters could barely care for themselves.
    Today, there were fewer babies in the human facilities because shifters were more inclined to help their own. There were laws protecting them as endangered species, and they were banding together, forming their own segregated neighborhoods. Unfortunately the politicians saw their actions as hostile moves. The government wanted to maintain the status quo and would do anything to stop the perceived threat of a rebellion by the shifters.
    Slade reached the brownstone and walked up the six steps to the entrance. The blue double doors with full-length frosted glass and arch transom, so different from his very modern condo in LA, brightened up the drab exterior of the building. The one-bedroom, third-floor walk-up was small and sparsely furnished but clean and comfortable. Ben had given him a month-to-month lease. Perfect. Slade didn’t plan on staying too long. This assignment disturbed him more than he wanted to admit.
    A few years ago he’d been working security for one of the few companies that didn’t discriminate against Weres. His boss was impressed with him because he didn’t hide his identity when he filled out the job application like so many others. One day his supervisor called him in the office and introduced him to an FBI agent.
    The Federal Bureau of Investigation was recruiting for a special covert operation and they wanted him. At first he was shocked. Why would they pick a shifter? He should have realized they wanted him to spy on his own. The DSA, Division of Shifter Affairs wasn’t well-known, but then it was just in its infancy. It would grow and eventually become the US government’s official eavesdropping service for Were affairs.
    The act of undercover policing had proven tricky when it came to investigating Weres.