Kissing the man had been like touching his lips to a live wire. He was hooked, addicted to the taste and the scent of the human. Reno wanted to taste him again and again.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” his mate asked as he shoved at Reno’s chest.
Reno pulled his hair tighter, locking eyes with his mate. “Getting you ready for the dance.”
Reno released the man and walked out of the bakery, jumped on his motorcycle, and took off down Main Street. His body was tight, hot, and needy, the pressure almost too much. That was the exact reason he hadn’t wanted to look back when he left the first time.
Now he wanted to fuck. His mate barely let Reno get away with a kiss, so he would probably not allow Reno to suddenly attack and claim him.
Besides, coyotes liked to play. They liked chasing their mates down, which, in a way, was almost like stalking them. He was about to begin a game with his little human, petting and teasing until he heard sweet begging coming from the man’s lips.
Reno pulled into the parking lot of the fire station, barely able to stand he was so hard and ready. He knew that if he didn’t take evasive action that he would turn around and go right back. He paced back and forth a few times, thinking of what to do. Finally, he flipped his cell phone open and called the number on the front of the box of donuts.
“Sweet Delight.” It was Kenway.
“Tell your little baker to get out of there.”
“Who the hell is this?”
“I’m going to be coming for him, Kenway. If he doesn’t want to be claimed in front of everyone, I suggest he hides for now.” It was the best Reno could do. He knew he couldn’t stop himself from going back there, so he had to make sure his mate wouldn’t be there when he did.
The phone was silent. “Are you the guy who just left here, the one who kissed him?”
“He’s my mate and I’m coyote. This is his only warning.” Reno hung up, smiling to himself as he pocketed the phone. Those who weren’t coyote wouldn’t understand the mating dance. They would look at Reno as some sort of psycho. There was nothing psychotic in his mind, only a lust that burned like the sun and an unquenchable desire for his mate’s body.
Oh no. He was definitely not psycho. He was simply on the hunt and ready to play. Grabbing the box and bag, Reno headed into the station.
His mate had just been warned.
Game on.
* * * *
Covering his parted lips lightly with his fingers, Baker Cross was still standing there in shock when the phone on the wall rang. He could still feel the flush of adrenaline tingling through his body. Had anyone in his life ever kissed him like that before? He knew the answer before the question finished forming in his head.
Never.
Kenway answered as Baker glanced out of the window, his thoughts fuzzy as he found it hard to think. Who was that guy and why did it feel as if the man had just fucked him with his mouth? As the remembered kiss buzzed at Baker’s lips, his body flooded with warmth.
“Who the hell is this?” Kenway snapped into the phone, his lip curling upward. He paused and then spoke again, only his tone had gone from angry to bewildered. “Are you the guy who just left here, the one who kissed him?”
Baker’s pulse sped up as he listened. He wanted to know who the stranger was. But Kenway didn’t say anything else. He just hung up the phone, scratching at the side of his jaw.
“What’s going on?” Baker wasn’t sure why he was so curious. He also knew without being told who had called. So why did that knowledge, and the kiss, make him feel a fluttering in his stomach?
“I need to call Maverick. I’m not sure, but I think you’re in deep shit.” Kenway’s words froze Baker’s deep arousal. There was no doubt the man who had kissed him was handsome and edgy, but was he dangerous? Never had a stranger just walked up to him and made such personal demands. That was very possessive, forward, and a bit scary. The guy had stamped ownership all over Baker.
Was the stranger deranged? Should Baker be worried? Kenway picked up the phone again, only he dialed this time instead of answering it. “You might want to get behind the counter with me.”
Baker glanced toward the door and then walked around the large encasement to stand next to his boss. “Is it that serious?” He could tell by the look on Kenway’s face that the question was unnecessary.
Whoever the stranger was, Baker should be worried. He took in deep breaths in an attempt to calm his nerves, but it wasn’t working.
“Maverick,” Kenway said after a few seconds. “It’s Kenway.” His boss explained to Maverick what had taken place in the shop and the odd phone call that proceeded the man’s visit. Baker had also learned from Kenway’s conversation that the guy who had kissed Baker was coyote.