Free His Imperfect Mate 26 by Lynn Hagen Page A

“How bad is it?”
    Sloane gave a lazy shrug, looking as though his house almost burning down was no big deal. “A fresh paint job and a new stove should fix it. It’s all good.”
    “You’re really not mad at me?”
    “Did you do it on purpose?” Sloane asked and then left the room, coming back a few seconds later with a thick blanket in his hands.
    “I didn’t do it on purpose, Sloane. I swear. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” D said as he walked over to his mate, letting Sloane wrap the blanket around him. His instincts had him reaching out to grab Sloane as the wolf lifted him off of his feet, but the blanket prevented his hands from grabbing anything. He felt silly being wrapped up like this, but D was also tired of the storage room.
    He’d seen enough of it to last him a lifetime.
    “Then there’s nothing to be mad about. We’ll get the kitchen back in order.”
    How could he have such an understanding mate? Sloane didn’t seem fazed by anything. Okay, maybe when D’s brothers came after him, but…
    “Here we are,” Sloane said as he laid D down. “Safe and dark.”
    D peeked outside of the blanket to see that he was back in their bedroom. He smiled at the thought of this house being theirs. It would be the first time he had something of his own. He had lived with his father his whole life, and then the Lakelands. “It doesn’t seem real.”
    “What doesn’t seem real, hon?” Sloane asked as he pulled the blanket from around D.
    Hon. God, D loved that word. It felt like it was invented just for him. He wanted to roll around and bathe in that word. No one had ever given him an endearment, except for the shortened version of his name, but that was more of a nickname.
    And Sloane had given him one. It may just be a word Sloane tossed out, but D was spinning in circles in a daisy field with the sunshine basking him in warmth, metaphorically of course. “Call me that again, please.”
    “What?”
    “Hon.”
    Sloane gave him a lazy, half-cocked smile as he crawled over D, cupping his face. “You like when I call you hon?”
    D closed his eyes, shivers coursing throughout his body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth of Sloane’s body. He loved being held by Sloane. It was the best feeling in the world, next to tasting the man. His weight was welcome and wanted.
    “God, yes.”
    Sloane smiled as he nibbled across D’s jaw, his tongue flicking out every so often, as if Sloane was taking pleasure from just licking him. D’s cock twitched from the smell of man and earth, with a hint of musk. Sloane had a unique scent that was driving D absolutely batshit crazy. He wanted to become a shifter just so he could rub his body all over the man and carry his scent. D wanted Sloane to mark him in the worst sort of way.
    Sloane’s hands left D’s face and traveled down his arms, flames licking his flesh in their wake. He wanted to feel this sexy man buried deep in his ass. He wasn’t brave enough to voice his desires, so D showed him another way by grinding his now-hard cock into Sloane’s firm abdomen.
    D was panting as Sloane’s hands trailed back up his arms and his wolf’s fingers curled around D’s wrists, holding them in place as he slowly made his way down D’s slim form. Was Sloane going to suck his cock? D could feel pre-cum soaking his underwear at the thought.
    He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when Sloane used his teeth to undo D’s pants, the zipper clinking down as it opened. That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen! D was going to pass out just from the erotic way Sloane was moving down his body.
    “You smell good enough to eat,” Sloane murmured as he rubbed his cheek over the skin exposed around D’s navel.
    “I smell like burnt toast.”
    Sloane grinned as he kissed D’s belly and then nudged his lips past the waistband of his underwear until the head of his cock was showing. D swallowed hard and then hissed when