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.“I know,” Trent whispered.He moved forward.Aleksander's heart leapt.He forced his body to still, his hands not to reach out and grab Trent.His lips parted.Pain crossed Trent's features.Breathing raggedly, he moved even closer, then finally, after two heartbeats too many, reached out and grabbed Aleksander's shoulder.“You might have pissed me off, but damn it.I don't know what would happen if I lost you, man.” He squeezed.Aleksander's eyelids fluttered closed.He swallowed hard, emotion, deep and strong, racing through his body.He dared not say it.Memories having to leave Trent flooded his mind.His body tightened.When he opened his eyes again, he found Trent staring at him.“Aren't you going to say anything?” Trent questioned.“Fuck all.I gave you exactly what you'd wanted and you stand there silent.” He shrugged and backed off.“Serves me right for even thinking.”Trent's words penetrated Aleksander's brain.Grabbing the Canadian, he spun him, slamming him against the door hard enough to rattle it on its hinges.“You always did talk too much,” Aleksander growled.He leaned in and slanted his mouth across Trent's.Pouring all his pent up frustration and lust into the kiss, and ground his lips against the Canadian's.Without waiting for a response, he used his tongue to delve into Trent's mouth.Trent moaned as he opened up for Aleksander, and in that moment time fell away.They weren't in Norway, but a tattered apartment in the Ukraine.Trent grabbed his shoulders, hauling him closer, and the two men dueled for control of the kiss.Aleksander grabbed Trent's ass and pulled their hips together.With his other hand, he cupped the back of Trent's head—his hair too short for grabbing—and pulled him even closer.A moan rumbled through Aleksander's chest.His cock, too long denied, throbbed to life in his pants, and Aleksander relished the sensation.Trent wasn't passive.He grabbed Aleksander's shoulders, and instead of pushing him away, only hauled him closer.His hands roamed over Aleksander's back, down to his buttocks, grabbing and squeezing as if he half expected his partner to fade away.Aleksander rejoiced.Finally! After all this time he had something other than cool disdain from the Canadian.With a feral growl, he dragged them both to the bed then tossed, Trent down, covering him completely.“The mission,” Trent gasped.“Got to report.”“More important things.” Aleksander nipped Trent's lower lip then spread his legs.Kneeling between them, he grabbed the Maple Leafs shirt and pulled it free from Trent's jeans.In a swift motion, he revealed Trent's hard abs and bunched the fabric beneath his arms.Aleksander leaned back and admired the view.Though Trent struggled not to move, the stuff bulge in his jeans didn't lie.“Bjorn's gonna be pissed.” Trent said, though he wiggled out of his t-shirt and dropped it off the foot of the bed.“Let him.” Aleksander leaned forward and mouthed Trent's abs.Working his way up to his nipples, he drew one tight bud into his mouth.He pressed it with his tongue then toyed with it, imagining all the ways he could do the same thing to Trent's cock.He grazed one of Trent's nipples with his teeth.Trent moaned.Fingers grabbed the back of Aleksander's head, holding him down, while one muscled leg wrapped around his hips.The heel pressing into Aleksander's buttocks drove insistently, demanding they be skin to skin.Aleksander lifted his head and drew a deep breath.Duty demanded he stand up, will his erection to subside, and go take report.I have a mission to do.The man lying on the bed trumped all missions, and this time, his bear agreed.We are following orders.The Spirit did tell us to reconcile.With a twist of his lips, he crawled over Trent until he could kiss the Canadian once more.Trent's too-warm skin, the mark of a shifter, radiated through his shirt, and Aleksander wished he were bare-chested, too.Too involved in the kiss to move, he contented himself with Trent's tugging on his shirt and his big hands flattening on his back.The rasp of his shirt against his sensitive nipples only heightened his pleasure.And when Trent hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Aleksander's jeans, he thought he was going to blow.Aleksander pushed off the Canadian, half afraid that if they remained as they were that he'd embarrass himself.It had been too damn long since he'd had any sex, let alone touched anyone half as hot as Trent.Work might have been his mistress, but she couldn't fulfill all his needs.Trent murmured something, then put both hands on Aleksander's chest and pushed.“You have got to go.”“The briefing?” Aleksander rolled to one side and looked down at Trent.“I'd think we have more important things.” He tugged on the waistband of Trent's jeans.The first button slid free and the second followed.The arrow of brown hair leading down beneath the denim taunted him.Trent grabbed his wrist.“You may think so, but I guarantee you Vik and Bjorn don't.” He drew in a sharp breath, then knifed out from beneath him.He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his shirt.Putting it on, he stood and headed for the door.“Don't get me wrong.We got to put the mission first.Just come back to me so we can finish this.” Trent opened the door.A pretty damn final way to leave things as far as Aleksander was concerned.Still, he had to admit the Canadian had a point.“All right.But this isn't over.”“Not by a long shot,” Trent agreed.Aleksander strode to the door, pausing to land a quick, hard kiss on Trent's mouth.With the door open, anyone could have seen.Aleksander didn't care.When he came back, the truth would be out, and both of them would just have to deal with the consequences.~* * *~Less than half an hour after leaving Trent's room, Aleksander sat in a chair in the conference room staring at Vik's image on the screen.He wore his regulation clothes, no sign of nearly getting laid.His bear and his dick were both behaving for once.“You're going to lay a trail.I want it to be well away from here.You know how to travel.Move as a bear if you must and avoid anyone else at all costs.They can't be able to track you from here,” Vik said.“I could have one of the supply helicopters pick me up and drop me off several kilometers from here.Wouldn't leave any tracks.” If he had to, Aleksander knew he could drop into the sea in his bear form and make it safely back to land.Might be the best way to infiltrate the shifters, though it'd mean he'd be going without supplies.Hell of a way to travel into enemy territory.“The idea has merit,” Bjorn added.Thankfully their commanding officer hadn't yelled at him for being late.No doubt Bjorn could smell Trent all over him.The quick shower he'd taken couldn't remove all traces of scent.Aleksander rather liked smelling of the Canadian's crisp, woodsy aroma [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]