Lynx Northern Shifters 3

veer away from Jonah’s, but his finger stopped moving. His voice filled with regret when he said, “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Trey’s expression became impassive, almost stonelike.
Still, Jonah persisted. “I’m not saying you don’t have reasons to leave, only that I’d like to understand them.”
For a moment, he thought Trey was going to rise and walk away, and Jonah braced himself for the rebuff. Instead, Trey let out a long sigh as he fell onto the cot beside Jonah. He draped a leg across Jonah’s hips and an arm across his chest, essentially imprisoning him.
“Look at me,” Trey said, and Jonah turned his head on the pillow. While he’d wanted Trey’s words, he accepted the kiss Trey gave him, accepted Trey’s tongue tracing his lips, then delving in deep to steal his breath. Accepted then fought back, wanting more than to be trapped beneath Trey’s steady, insistent and, Jonah recognized, passionate onslaught. Jonah was hard again and Trey encouraged him, his warm, strong hand stroking Jonah how he liked it.
Fine , thought Jonah, mind getting muzzy, throat making low guttural noises, but I’ll come again and then I’ll ask again .
Trey broke it off, and Jonah felt a little bereft, though he’d barely retreated. “I promised myself I’d answer your questions.”
They were both breathing heavily and it would have been easy to thrust up into Trey’s hand that still held him, to lean over and kiss Trey. But Jonah lay still, waiting.
“I work for the FBI.”
Jonah’s eyes widened and he might have softened, but with his words Trey kept a steady action on Jonah’s cock, and he echoed, “FBI?”
Trey nodded, looking like he’d admitted to being part of the mafia or something.
“Wow.” Then Jonah gasped a little as Trey ran fingertips over his sensitive sac.
Trey smiled down in that direction. “I’m sorry I can’t resist touching you.”
“I’m not complaining, as long as you keep”—Jonah yanked in a breath as Trey’s thumb slid back and forth over his slit—“keep talking.”
“I’m about to infiltrate another agency, one that has done a lot of damage to psychics.”
Jonah snorted, despite the way Trey’s hand kept working him. Rather breathily, he said, “Psychics? Come on.”
“These people are called Minders and they have the ability to force their thoughts on others, force them to act in certain ways. They can be dangerous, but the agency is worse, dangerous to them and dangerous to anyone like us.”
“But there are no psychics,” Jonah protested.
Trey lifted an eyebrow. “Like there are no lynx shifters?”
“That’s different.”
Trey shook his head as he used Jonah’s precome to lubricate his hand, pumping steadily. “They’re going to go after shifters next, so I have to destroy this agency.”
“They know about you?” Again, in his alarm, Jonah would have softened, but Trey took his slick finger and began tracing a circle around his hole. “ God .”
“Do I have to stop?” Trey flicked a glance downward, and his hole felt so sensitive, so sexy, and Jonah had never known.
“No,” Jonah gasped.
“You’re addictive.”
“ I’m addictive?” His voice sounded high and thready and incredulous. “You, this, is addictive.” “We like each other,” Trey agreed.
“ Like ,” Jonah scoffed. “Such a mild word.”
“An important word, even if it’s more than that.”
Jonah was going crazy with this touching, which he knew was part of Trey’s plan. Trey was plainly uncomfortable talking about his work. Focus, Jonah. He clutched the bedding.
“Trey,” he demanded, if a little unevenly. “Do they know about you?”
“No. I can keep my secret. I have good control, I’ve told you.”
“Too good.”
Trey grinned. “I love the way you respond to me.”
“I’m actually worried about you.”
Trey slid in his finger and Jonah groaned as Trey massaged…just…that…spot.
“Trey, I’m going to come.”
“Soon,” he agreed.
“I want you to come.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
Jonah’s mouth opened in an O and Trey swooped down. This time he battled for the kiss as Trey stretched him with two fingers, as his body tightened, preparing for his release. Jonah fought to hold his own in the kiss and the fire flooded through him, taking the fight away as he spurted, splattering on his own belly, his body accepting Trey’s deep kiss and Trey’s strong, clever fingers.
Trey didn’t stop right away as if he was stretching out Jonah’s