Free His Imperfect Mate 26 by Lynn Hagen Page B

Sloane swiped his tongue over the head.
    The verdict was in. D was going to pass the hell out.
    “You taste even better.”
    D’s legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was too much. Sloane’s tongue was teasing his cock as the wolf lapped at his shaft, running his tongue along the length. He wanted to shout for Sloane to put it in his mouth, but D wasn’t going to ruin the moment.
    But begging would be okay.
    “Please, Sloane. Please, please, please.”
    His mate paid him no mind, licking him like a damn treat. “This may not be as good as your supreme blow job.”
    Was Sloane nervous? He could have sworn he heard it in his mate’s voice. D wasn’t sure what he should say. The only reason he had mad skills was because he had practiced forever in anticipation of sucking Sloane off, not because he was trying to outdo the man. He chose not to say a word as he waited, the air stilling in his lungs.
    It whooshed out of him when warm, moist heat wrapped around his cock. D shouted, his hips slamming forward at the contact.
    Sloane’s hands left his wrists and pressed into his hips, stilling him from lodging his cock down his mate’s throat again.
    “Sorry. I got a little excited.”
    Sloane winked at him and then locked eyes with D as he opened wide and went back down on him. D’s legs shook as he watched his cock disappear into Sloane’s mouth. Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell. Was it too early to come?
    His back arched, and he cried out when Sloane slid a finger into his ass, making his cum erupt in spurts of white ribbons. D’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of lightning shot through his body.
    Sloane had been totally wrong. This blow job was the winner, hands down. He’d never come so quickly in his damn life. His mate pulled back, licking at the head of D’s cock before he stood, unsnapping his jeans.
    Both their heads turned toward the bedroom door when someone knocked on the front door. More like banged on it like they were in dire need. Now? Really? D wanted to wrap his legs around Sloane and pull him close, stopping the man from leaving the room and taking the promise of hot, mind-altering sex with him.
    “I better see who that is. They sound like they’re about to bust the door down.”
    D was about to bust somebody’s head. Damn it! He rolled, straightening his pants as he caught up with his mate. The sun had finally set, freeing D to walk downstairs.
    The banging came again, more urgent this time.
    “Hold on, goddamn it. I’m coming,” Sloane shouted as he reached the bottom of the steps. He swung the front door open, and D shouted, racing down the steps just in time to knock Sloane out of the way as his brothers rushed in.

Chapter Seven
    Sloane growled, shifting into his wolf form and rushing between the three vampires in his living room and his mate. He wasn’t sure what D’s brothers were going to do to his mate since he hadn’t kept his word and left Sloane alone.
    Yeah, he knew about the brothers being told to leave Sloane alone by Maverick, but now was not the time to be thinking about it. He needed to keep his thoughts on the three men standing there hissing at him.
    “No!” D shouted as he ran around Sloane, throwing his arms out as if to protect him. Sloane growled, pushing his nose into his mate’s side, trying to make him move back. “No, Sloane. I’m not going anywhere,” D snapped at him before turning to his brothers. “If you’ve come to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.”
    That was the second time today D had tried to give his life for Sloane. The bears had told him about earlier, when D had demanded that they get Sloane to safety as he stayed behind. Sloane had been shocked at the self-sacrifice. To him, that had voided any hard feelings he may have still been harboring toward the vampire. Sloane was even willing to feed the man now.
    “Tell him to back