Free Prickly By Nature by Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade

methodical pace, sitting up and looking deliciously relaxed. “Look who I found.”
    Dylan’s eyes shot up and he looked back at the other man in the room. Sure, he’d noticed the guy who’d been bent over whispering to his mate, but he hadn’t seen him. Not really. A bright smile and crystal blue eyes shone at him from the ivory-faced imp. Blond locks stuck up artfully in seemingly random directions, yet Dylan had no doubt they’d been doted over and molded deliberately into place. The man was poised in such a way that spoke of grace even as he knelt, long legs tucked beneath his butt. Dylan inhaled deeply and pieced out the scent he hadn’t been able to put a name to earlier. Reindeer. The rarity of it was interesting enough to tear Dylan’s concentration from his mate’s sleek form briefly. He whipped his head back to the guy. He looked like a reindeer in the headlights. A smile fluttered over Dylan’s face then was gone. The guy was nice-looking, sure, but Dylan didn’t know him.
    Uninterested, Dylan flicked his gaze back to his mate and raised his brows.
    “Sven,” Avery said, as if it should have been apparent.
    Dylan gave a tiny shake of his head. Was the name supposed to mean something? And why was Avery still sitting there—leaving nothing to the imagination in those painted-on pants—like Dylan even cared who this Sven guy was, while his cock was so hard, the only thing that would ease the pain was a ride on the Avery train?
    “My yoga instructor,” Avery went on. “Remember?”
    It rang a bell. A tiny jingle, but Dylan didn’t care enough to ask any questions. There was one thing he wanted right then.
    Dylan tipped his head up in silent acknowledgment, then said, “Yeah, okay, nice to meet you. You should probably go now.”
    Eyes locked with Avery’s questioning gaze, Dylan didn’t miss the way Sven reeled back. Probably surprised. Or scared. Dylan seemed to have that effect on most people who didn’t know him… and some who did.
    “Out,” he said in a flat tone.
    Sven’s shocked eyes widened comically, and Sven shot to his feet making stuttered apologies.
    “Dylan!” Avery sounded incensed, and Dylan’s expression turned feral. His mate had been stretching and bending like a fucking pretzel with his ass in the air in their living room and he—what?—expected Dylan to be reasonable?
    He growled. Avery’s nostrils flared, and his gaze dropped to Dylan’s groin. His cock twitched at the scorching look Avery leveled at him, waving gratitude for the attention.
    “Sorry, Sven,” Avery whispered, licking his lips. “Gonna have to cut it short today.” Then he prowled, like a cat and not a hedgehog, to Dylan.
    When Avery was in reaching distance, Dylan curled his fingers around his hip and pulled him in tight, then slammed his mouth over Avery’s. He groaned as the addicting spice of Avery hit his tongue. Dylan barely registered the sound of a door closing. Sliding his arms around Avery’s hips, Dylan slipped his thigh between Avery’s, his cock thickening against Dylan’s leg. The kiss wasn’t nice or pretty, but it was hot and dirty and fucking sexy. While letting Dylan take what he wanted, Avery licked and twirled his tongue around Dylan’s mouth, his teeth, his lips, playing as much as he was marking his territory.
    A growl rolled from Dylan’s chest into Avery’s mouth when Avery shoved Dylan to the kitchen table behind them.
    “Christ, what you do to me,” he whispered against Avery’s lips. “So fucking hot.”
    Avery whimpered and slid closer, straddling and rubbing his cock over Dylan. Avery dropped his head back on his shoulders, eyes closed, face flushed pink, and his kiss-swollen lips parted.
    “Damn,” Dylan rumbled softly. He squeezed Avery’s hip and guided him in a slow, sultry rhythm over his leg. “Look at you. Wanting it. Is this what you need, brat? To get off on my leg? Come in your pants, all over the both of us?”
    Avery groaned. He looped his