An Assassin's Touch(4)

Brent didn’t act too surprised. He just nodded. “Okay, then what happened to them?”

“The snakes got hungry, so they went out and hunted for some dinner.” Shane gave a positively wicked smile. “Now, the two dead snakes in the office…those were all my doing.”

One of the soldiers, a Lion shifter let out a low curse, “Damn, he’d cold.”

Shane fixed the critic with a lethal glare. “They were very, very bad so I had to show them the error of their ways. It’s what Mitchell pays me to do.”

Mitchell was the leader of the coalition and one of the very few who had any semblance of control over Shane. From what Trevor could tell, Shane nearly idolized the guy.

Shane and Brent exchanged a few more words, but truth be told, Trevor didn’t hear most of it. He was too intent on studying Shane’s profile. Despite knowing it would be a bad idea, Trevor allowed his mind to wander back to that one brief encounter the two of them shared just a couple months ago. It wasn’t anything long and drawn out, just a few moments stolen in a pantry. But those few moments had haunted Trevor ever since.

Try as he may, he couldn’t forget the way it felt when Shane pinned him down, or the way it’d felt so right to Trevor when he’d yielded to the Leopard any more than he could erase how right it’d felt as Shane’s cock had filled him so perfectly, almost as if Trevor been made to be fucked by the other man.

Damn, what Trevor would have done to get a repeat of that encounter? He’d never dared to approach Shane since that one time, however. Ever since he’d come into the coalition, all Trevor heard was how Leopards were cold and emotionless. They certainly couldn’t fall in love or have any semblance of a relationship. Despite all the playing around he’d done in the past, Trevor felt certain that it would only take one more time and he’d fall hard for Shane. The only way that situation could end would be with him nursing a broken heart and Shane being annoyed by the little Panther who wouldn’t leave him alone. So, raging hard-on or not, Trevor vowed he would manage to keep his cool until they were all back at headquarters. Once there, Trevor could find a bathroom where he could release some of the tension and then maybe get Shane off his mind for more than five minutes.

He got so caught up in his lustful thoughts that Trevor didn’t realize the conversation had ended until Shane moved to stand in front of him. For some strange reason, Trevor experienced a bout of shyness which had to be a first for him. His heart pounded ferociously as a tingling sensation spread out over his body. Cheeks flaming, he gazed up from under his lashes at Shane.

“You look so fucking hot all weaponed up like that,” Shane declared as his gaze traveled over all the various guns, knives and ammo strapped to Trevor’s chest and hips.

Before Trevor could come up with an eloquent response to that oddball comment, Shane reached over and gently gripped Trevor’s chin. Trevor could feel a warm, stickiness as the blood from Shane’s wound became smeared on his face. Somehow even that felt right, almost as if Shane was leaving behind some mark of ownership. After giving his own lips a lick, Shane brought their mouths together in a hard kiss. Trevor stiffened in surprise. While he’d never been one to boycott PDA’s, not even he thought it appropriate to play around like this while on a mission, let alone in front of a whole team of feline soldiers.

Then Shane’s tongue darted out to caress the seam of Trevor’s lips and he gave his morals a great big fuck-it. With a moan, Trevor parted his mouth, allowing Shane access. Much to his disappointment, Shane only made a couple passes before he abruptly broke the kiss.

Turning his face so his lips hovered over Trevor’s ear, Shane whispered, “You can’t keep ignoring me forever, Panther. Especially since I know where you live.”

Desire shot through Trevor like a bullet. He opened his mouth to fire off one of his usually flirty responses, but all that fumbled from his mouth was a, “Huh?”

“I’m not going to rest until I have your hard body under me again.”

“You’re not?” Trevor felt a sense of victory at finally being able to form two words.

“Nope, all I can think about is how tight your ass felt…the sweet sounds you made when you came.”

After delivering that cock-hardening statement, Shane stood back so abruptly, Trevor swayed and nearly fell forward. By the time he regained his balance, Shane was already halfway to the front door. Trevor became painfully aware of all the stares directed at him. Some were amused, but just as many looked disgusted and angry. Giving the group a helpless shrug, he said, “So, how about them Red Wings? I think they may have a good shot at the playoffs this year?”