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was agitated, beginning to pace, completely unaware of his nudity. He was rather stunning, in fact.
    "No, we've got nothing to do with the moon. And regular bullets will kill us just as dead as silver bullets." There was a lot of shit you could blame on werewolf movies.
    "Well, then, what else? I'm queer, so no worries about getting someone pregnant with a mutant. Can you catch it?"
    "Mutant..." Grio chuckled, then shook his head. "No, it's not catching. You have to be born with it. That's part of why we're dying out. You can't just make new tigers."
    "Well, that's handy, I suppose."
    "And not handy. We wouldn't be dying out. But yeah, I guess it limits our risk of exposure." Honestly, he didn't want to be talking about this. He wanted Phoenix to bed him again. And he wasn't even a bottom.
    Phoenix nodded and continued walking a hole in the floor.
    "What are you thinking?" Grio asked.
    "That this is a ridiculous situation. That I have to figure this out. That I can't believe we're talking when we could be fucking."
    Grio's nostrils flared. "Well, you're a smart man, I bet we can do the quick version. Later."
    "I am. This is insane. I don't just fall in bed with strangers." Those eyes fastened on him.
    "And I don't bottom for anybody." That didn't mean he didn't want to rollover and present his ass, beg Phoenix to fuck him again.
    "No? I do. I like pitching and catching. I liked pitching to you a lot."
    "I liked catching for you. I want to fucking do it again." It didn't seem to matter that he didn't bottom. Something about Phoenix made him need it. "We've got this great big bed."
    "We do and I'm assuming we're running out of time to use it." Phoenix began to stalk him.
    Grio moved backward, heading for the bed and making Phoenix give chase at the same time. The tiger lived right under Phoenix's skin, those bright eyes lit from within. Continuing to move backward, Grio jumped onto the bed. Phoenix's lips were open, soft chuffs escaping him.
    Grio managed to trip over a pillow, going down hard. With amazing reflexes, Phoenix jumped, caught him before he fell, mouth dropping over his. Fuck, that was hot.
    Grio opened up, letting Phoenix in. A heavy curtain of hair fell over him, brushing his face. Groaning into the kiss, he pushed his fingers into Phoenix's hair. The scent of them together was pure, heady, delicious. Hell, it was an addiction.
    Phoenix lowered them to the bed and he took the man's weight gladly. Their bodies fit and he moaned as they came together, rocking easily. There was something about Phoenix that made him want, more than he ever had. Something that affected him deep in his bones.
    Wrapping one of his legs around Phoenix's, he held them together. They rocked into each other, nice and slow, Phoenix obviously not in any hurry now that they were actually touching.
    Grio tugged lightly on the hair in his hand, tilting Phoenix's head so the kiss went deeper. He felt the little throb of Phoenix's cock, bobbing against his thigh. It drew his hand and he reached for it, wrapped it in his fingers.
    "Mmm." Phoenix rubbed their cheeks together. He let Phoenix scent him, wanting to smell like his prince.
    Low rumbling sounds filled the air, Phoenix calling to him, tugging at his heart. Mate. Mate.
    Oh, fuck.
    Grio called back.
    Phoenix nodded, rubbing their cheeks. "Mate."
    No. No, they couldn't. He wasn't royal blood. He shook his head, but the rest of his body pushed closer. Headquarters was going to kill him and cut him into filets.
    Phoenix moaned, brought their cocks together, stroking them, base to tip. Rowling, he bucked, pushing into Phoenix's hand. Nothing else mattered. They rocked together, each kiss getting just that much wilder, sharper.
    "Need you." He did. He needed Phoenix inside him.
    "Here. Right here." Phoenix nipped his jaw.
    He tilted his head back, offering his throat to his prince. The first touch of Phoenix's lips was so gentle he wanted to scream. His whole body tensed, pushed toward