Liam spun in a circle to show off the muscled line of his back.
He glanced over his shoulder and drew a figure eight with his ass.
A low sound filled the air from multiple throats. If he didn’t misinterpret the messages in his mind, the multiple groans heralded the arrival of multiple boners.
Oh, yeah. Fuck you, Mike.
One guy shoved his way to the front of the pack to press himself against the supports of the platform. He recognized his new boss, Sergeant Dylan. If Liam’s intimate radar still worked, then Dylan was interested. The look in his eyes now blew away any doubt in Liam’s mind.
Even more interesting, the guy smelled good. When he got close, and he had slipped into Liam’s bubble upon occasion, he had a scent like really fine peach schnapps. Mike had the scent of cinnamon and musk, but peach schnapps might be his new favorite drink.
He could be flexible that way. Couldn’t he?
Liam caught Sergeant Dylan’s gaze with his own and worked the guy’s interest with a bump-and-grind that would have sent his grandmother into a faint. He tipped his hip and displayed his ass, shifted his weight on his leg to cause the muscles to entice the guy’s eyes as they bunched and rippled.
Dylan’s attention fell to Liam’s ass.
His mouth parted slightly. A flush crept over his cheeks.
Liam smiled to himself as he unbuckled his belt. Then, beneath the gaze of all of those starfire eyes, he pinched open the buttons and eased down the zipper. Without thinking about it, he reached for Dylan. Did he like what he saw?
Leashed hunger sang between them. Desire rode a storm wind.
Dylan wasn’t ashamed to admit what he felt. ::You have no idea what I’d do with that ass…::
Liam tugged the pants and briefs over his hips and let them fall.
They crumpled around his ankles and he wasn’t surprised to discover he had a helluva hard-on. Ashamed? Hell, no.
He was on fire. He was alive.
He was Liam!
He turned forward again, cock-proud and naked. The audience milled and surged but kept a respectful distance. Had the mind-speak between him and Dylan indicated some kind of agreement?
Or had Mike… But no, Mike had already decided. It was time to move on. There was no other choice.
Sometimes a guy could do nothing else but go for it.
He stepped out of the crumpled mass of his fatigue pants and skivvies at his ankles, moved into position and seized the handlebars. They tightened against his palms, a sensation he hadn’t expected. Trapped? Helpless? No.
Powerful. So powerful.
A white light blazed across the area in a sheet of energy. The spectators winced and squinted, some shielding their eyes with an upraised hand. Surprise traveled across the mind-link from the many to Liam.
Well, the doctor had said I was unusually powerful.
He lifted his eyebrows and delivered a glance to Dylan that he hoped was challenging but not arrogant. He was who he was. Liam would never be anybody’s doormat. Did Dylan have what it took to be Liam’s adnama?
Dylan made a sound that resembled a growl and tore off his shirt. Sweat beaded the skin of his well-muscled chest in drops of moisture and pheromone that sparkled in the late afternoon light.
The scent of peach bloomed, like taking the first step into an orchard.
The sergeant didn’t bother with the stairs. He landed on the platform after an athletic bound from the ground. Liam shuddered at the ravening hunger that emanated from Dylan.
The guy was on fire.
Dylan moved closer, more a prowl than a walk. Intensity carved his face. Those gorgeous alien eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. His unusual scent swirled between them.
Liam inhaled. Every muscle in his body tightened. Not Mike’s, no, but satisfying. Delightful. He could—no, would— learn to forget and accept this instead of Mike’s delicious blend.
::There’s no need to forget. ::
Dylan’s thought moved though his mind the same time he laid hands on Liam’s naked chest. Those hands slid down across the ribbed stomach like a feathered fan of fire. Liam’s breath hitched in his chest, which caused his stomach muscles to jerk. His blood surged and his cock lengthened another inch. His ball sac tightened, as though an invisible hand cupped, rolled, and lifted the delicate spheres.
He dropped his head backward and gasped. ::Ah, God… How did you do that?::
Dylan licked his tongue down the cable of Liam’s neck to the sensitive hollow of his collarbone. There he nipped. He chose not to answer the question, but instead continued his previous discussion.
::We are the sum of all we’ve experienced, Liam, of all we’ve been through. There’s no shame in any steps taken on our journey.::
::Even if it hurts?::
A wealth of compassion filled Dylan’s mental tone. :: Growth is always painful. It’s what we learn from the experience that makes the pain worthwhile.::
And just that fast, Liam wanted to cry. Oh, God, Dylan understood.
::Of course, I’m right here. Our minds are linked, are they not?::
This mind-link would take some getting used to, but he would think about that later. Right now, though, what caught his interest most was what felt like a rock-hard, fabric-covered cock pushed into the split of his ass cheeks.
Liam arched against the touch, a sound like a purr rolling from his chest and out his mouth. That plank felt like it would hit all his needful places.
Gasps of shock heralded a shift. The audience stilled. Visible eyes widened, as though startled by something.
An animal roar split the air. Christ, he’d heard that before.
Right?
The comforting warmth of Dylan was ripped from his back.
Moments later, Dylan’s body arched past him on an airborne journey off the platform.
Spectators shifted, and Dylan landed in the dirt. He rolled to his feet and turned to face the platform. The expression on his face wasn’t a happy one.
What the fuck?
Cinnamon and musk bloomed around Liam. It blanketed him.
He knew that scent as easily as he knew that roar. Yes, he’d heard the roar
