Jared Templeton has settled down with his wolf shifter mate, Carson Angeni. For the most part, he’s given up his life as an assassin, but he finds other ways to fill his time. When he comes home with the scent of another male on him, Carson shows Jared that he hasn’t forgotten what he gave up to be with him.
Stepping inside the foyer, Jared kicked off his shoes. He hung his jacket on the hook to the left of the door, noting Carson’s was there, too. Exiting the foyer, he went in search of him.
Just thinking about his sexy wolf shifter caused Jared’s prick to thicken. His arousal swam through his veins as he checked the kitchen, dining room, and living area. Not finding him, he headed toward the study.
Jared had just opened his mouth to call out for Carson when a hand grabbed his upper arm. Feeling pressure on the middle of his back, he went with it. He found himself turned and pressed chest-first against the wall. A hard, warm form blanketed his back.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Carson snarled the words into his ear. He inhaled deeply, and a low growl rumbled from him, vibrating into Jared. “And who have you been with?”
Grinning, Jared turned his head and peered over his shoulder at Carson. He spotted the feral light in his man’s deep brown eyes. The Native American shifter’s bronze skin appeared flushed, and his wide nostrils were flared.
“Training a teenager in self-defense,” Jared responded. Loving the jealousness pouring off Carson and knowing how it would transfer to love-making, he decided to tease some more. “Had to get up close and personal. You know how it is. Horny teenager and all that, so I’m sure that’s what you smell.”
“I smell another male on you and your arousal.” Carson’s white teeth flashed as he growled. “What exactly do you expect me to think?”
Jared reached back, twisting his fingers into Carson’s long, black hair. He yanked the man forward, claiming his lips in an awkward kiss. Thrusting his tongue into his man’s mouth, he enjoyed his deep masculine taste.