Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (3 page)

“So what do you say?” Slade’s hands slipped under the waistband of Jaxon’s jeans and his fingers found their way to the crease between his bare cheeks. “Do I have a chance?”

Jaxon couldn’t help the moan that escaped from his lips. Wolf claws raked his gut and he found himself losing control. His lupine spirit had never threatened to come out on its own.
Who was this man who excited his wolf into such a state of heightened emotional and sexual receptivity?
Is this the wolf-shifter I was meant to meet?

Slade murmured in his ear, “I know you don’t want me to stop.” His fingers pressed deeper. “Promise me you’ll think about it…about me.”

Fuck!
He wouldn’t be able to think about anything else after tonight. Damn, he wanted this man. “Yes,” he hissed. “Promise.”

“Good.” Slade’s voice was rough with hunger. “That’s all I’m asking.” Slade stepped aside, and the extent of Jaxon’s disappointment shocked him.

“Sleep good, baby. I’ll see you Monday night.”

Fuck.
Jaxon knew he wouldn’t sleep at all. He needed to see Mike and try to get this wolf out of his head. It was 3:00 a.m., but he didn’t give a fuck. Needier than he’d been in a long time, he needed to see his lover.

Jaxon let himself into Mike’s apartment. Although he had his own key, he rarely used it. Hopefully, his lover would be pleasantly surprised to see him. Jaxon undressed quietly in the living room, planning to slip into bed next to Mike and spend the night. Maybe he’d get lucky and Mike would wake up. If not, he could wait until morning. It was only a few hours off.

He left his clothes on the floor and tiptoed into the bedroom, but he’d barely gotten past the threshold when the light went on. Mike sat up scowling. “Do you know what time it is?”

Not exactly the greeting I was hoping for.
“Sorry, baby.” Jaxon yawned and scrubbed a hand through his unruly chestnut waves. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Jaxon sat on the edge of the mattress. “I really missed you, baby.” He slipped a hand under the blanket. Damn, Mike really was pissed. “Go back to sleep. I’ll just slide in next to you.”

Mike looked at him reproachfully. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“You know I was at the club—”

“Yeah, and some cinnamon-smelling slut was all over you.” Mike lay down and threw an arm over his face. “Go home, Jax.”

Jaxon pulled Mike’s arm away and studied his face, trying to see if he meant it. God, his lover really was more gorgeous than any man had a right to be. “I know you don’t mean it.”
At least I hope not.
He and Mike had been together for over a year, and he couldn’t imagine being without him. Even though he didn’t see Mike as much as he would have liked, it felt good knowing Mike was there when he needed him, like now.

“I do mean it. Get out.” But Mike said it in a halfhearted manner and Jaxon stayed put.

“Let me change your mind.” Jax yanked the covers off Mike’s prone form and stared at his broad chest and narrow hips, the sight of which never failed to turn him on. The dark blond hair on Mike’s toned body matched the hair on his head, cut short because he worked for the New York Police Department. An image of Mike in uniform flashed through Jaxon’s head. Damn, he loved a man in uniform.

Mike was working plainclothes now, but his blues still hung in the closet for playtime. “Punish me, baby. Put your uniform on and you can handcuff me to the bed and spank me.”

Mike scowled at him. “You’re crazy if you think I’m getting out of bed and getting dressed.”

No problem. He’d settle for a naked Mike. In or out of uniform, he was hot. Even if Mike wasn’t thrilled to see him, Jax was glad he’d come. Seeing Mike always settled him, reminded him how good it felt to have somebody. He was lucky they met at all.

Quinn had been buying bar supplies, and he’d gotten picked up outside Dogtown on suspicion of armed burglary. Mike and his partner had taken the shifter to the local precinct and allowed him to call a lawyer. Quinn had called Jaxon, and he went down to the station to bail him out.

They were ready to throw the book at the bartender when another cop brought in the real perp, a human. It turned out to be a case of mistaken identity. Mike’s partner, a racist and a bigot, had put Quinn through the wringer when he found out he lived in Dogtown. But Mike had been apologetic and nothing but nice. Not all humans were assholes. He and Jaxon had an instant connection, and Mike gave him a card with his private cell number scribbled on the back. Jaxon had pulled it out of his pocket a hundred times, intending to tear it in two and toss it. Instead he’d ended up calling the cop. Mike had met him at an out-of-the-way spot for dinner, and the two men had been seeing each other ever since.

For a shifter, a man like Mike was an exotic, blue-eyed treat, and right now he looked good enough to eat. His lover’s cut cock, long and thick, and his big, low-slung balls made Jaxon’s mouth water. His own cock came to life as he wrapped his fingers around Mike’s awakening erection. The gorgeous, heavily veined cock was already leaking fluid, and Jaxon used it to lubricate the shaft.

Mike tensed, but he didn’t pull away. “I want to go to the club tonight,” he blurted out. No one has to know who I am. You don’t even have to acknowledge me. I’ll come in for a drink, have a look around.”

“Not a good idea.” Jaxon started working on Mike’s prick, stroking from the top all the way to the bottom then releasing as his other hand stroked from top to bottom, creating an alternating motion that never failed to get a rise out of Mike.

“Damn you. I want to sleep in your bed for a change.”

“I want that, too, but The Kennel Club is off-limits to humans. You wouldn’t even get past the door unless I brought you in. The men get rowdy sometimes, and if they find out you’re a cop…” His voice trailed off. Mike’s cock was filling nicely, and Jaxon really didn’t want to talk about the club.

“I’ve heard all this before.”

“And you’ll hear it again. It’s for your own good. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.” Jaxon couldn’t wait another minute. He needed to have Mike inside his mouth.

“Oh, God. Jax!”

* * * *

With no warning, Jaxon swallowed his prick until his nose was rubbing Mike’s pubes.
Damn him.
Mike had wanted to throw him out, he really did, and for more reasons than one, but he couldn’t do it. First off, with all that hand action going on, it made it impossible to think straight. Now Jaxon’s hot mouth had swallowed his anger along with his dick, and he was lost.

Mike never meant it to happen, but somehow, he’d fallen under the shifter’s spell and become totally smitten with the wolf. He had not an ounce of self-control when Jaxon got near him, and that was part of the attraction. It was nice to give up control sometimes, especially to someone a man could trust, and he trusted Jaxon—completely. Oh, he might give him a hard time once and in a while, but he knew Jax would always be honest with him. They had something good between them, and it made doing his job so much harder. A job he now wished with all his heart that he could quit. But once the Feds had a man under their thumb, they would never let him go.

Mike had
started service with NYPD as a probie, a probationary police officer. After six months he was automatically promoted to the rank of police officer. Ultimately he wanted to be a detective, and he’d already worked a few investigative assignments, but the budget-conscious department had been dragging their feet on promotions. He became increasingly frustrated until his Captain called him in the office one day and offered him a proposition he’d almost refused.

He’d been assigned to the Division of Shifter Affairs, better known as the DSA, a fairly new branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It had been set up as a watchdog for Were population across the country, and right now they were knee-deep in the middle of investigating the wolf-shifters in New York. The Feds believed that the growing community of wolves had formed a resistance movement and were preparing for an armed rebellion against what they considered unfair practices against all shifters. DSA had asked for help from the NYPD. In order to keep their investigation as quiet as possible, the Special Ops unit was only asking for one man to join them, but that man would have to infiltrate the Were community and bring back whatever information he could gather. Mike had been picked because his Captain knew he’d befriended Jaxon. He didn’t know they were lovers, but if it helped the investigation, he’d probably encourage it. If Mike completed his assignment successfully, he’d be assured of a promotion to detective, or a permanent post with the DSA, but that wasn’t the real reason he took the job. He accepted because he saw it as a way to help Jax. He intended to prove that Jax had done nothing wrong. His new boss warned him to keep his position a secret. He would have anyway because he knew Jax would go crazy if he found out.

In hindsight, he felt he should have turned it down, but it was way too late for second thoughts. Mike had nobody to blame but himself for the permanent knot in his gut.
It is what it is.
Although his superiors wouldn’t believe him, Mike knew Jaxon was not a terrorist. Now he consoled himself with the thought that at least he was in a position to help Jaxon. And if the government decided to start pulling in members of the shifter community, he could warn them.

Right now he just wanted to forget the job, forget everything but how great Jaxon’s mouth felt on his dick. Most people, men and women, didn’t know the first thing about sucking cock. They thought all they had to do was close their 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.”

* * * *

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. A shifter could sniff out a snitch easily. Subterfuge was hard enough when spying on humans. With the wolves it was near impossible—unless the spy was also a wolf who knew how to blend in. Working security had taught Slade how to hide in plain sight. Were operatives were few and far between. The Feds were picky, and Slade actually felt flattered to be chosen. Still he almost turned it down.

He should have. More and more he thought he’d made a mistake joining up, but they had promised him the world—big salary plus unlimited expense account and most important, the security of knowing he’d never be prosecuted by the human government. But the biggie was a benefit the Feds weren’t even aware of. Slade wanted to believe he’d be helping his own people. That he could do more for the Weres working inside the Federal government than outside.