This is a snippet from Wildfire Psi, Book 4 of the Guardians of the Pattern series. This should be out either late 2015 or early 2016, depending on how many Real Life Intrusions(TM) occur between now and then...
The vid had finished and Kyn had started another when Damon finally started to feel something. It felt a lot like the slow-burning, simmering arousal that stirred low in his belly whenever his thoughts drifted back to last night.
Only he was fairly certain it wasn’t his.
He turned to look at Luka, and caught the man watching him out of the corner of his eye. For a long, frozen moment, their gazes locked.
Luka bit his lip and looked away. Damon felt a surge of lust followed by denial and the tiniest hint of fear flooding through him.
“Luka…” he said in a voice that cracked. “I feel—” Damon stopped, glancing at Kyn, who had turned to look at him. “I feel you,” he whispered, face heating.
“Sorry, man. I can’t…” Luka grimaced and shook his head. “My shielding pattern is locked solid. You shouldn’t be getting a damn thing.”
“But it’s not hurting him,” Kyn said. “Is it?” He glanced at Damon.
“No,” Damon said softly. “Not hurting. Not exactly comfortable, though.”
“Do you need Anarin?” Kyn asked.
“Not… no. It’s not that bad. Nothing like last time.”
“Good,” Kyn said with a nod. He turned to Luka. “Good job.”
Luka didn’t acknowledge the compliment. He rose and said to Damon, “I’m going to bed, then. Once I’m asleep, you won’t get much of anything. We’ll get started in the morning. But if you do find yourself getting uncomfortable in the night, it’s probably best to wake Kyn. I don’t know what kind of crap you’ll get from me, but you won’t get a thing from Kyn.”
Damon watched as Luka headed up the stairs. He wanted to talk to Luka in the worst way, but he wasn’t comfortable having that conversation in front of Kyn.
He waited a little while after Luka had gone upstairs before saying, “I think I’m going to bed now. The sooner I sleep, the sooner morning will come.”
“Like Luka said—wake me if you feel bad in the night. We can give you more Anarin if you need it.”
Damon headed up the stairs and went straight to Luka’s room. He knocked on the door before he could talk himself out of it.
This time, Luka opened the door right away. He wore nothing but a pair of sweats hanging low and loose over narrow hips. Damon couldn’t take his eyes off of the man. Luka’s chest was smooth and nearly hairless, and Damon could see the evidence of his erection under the sweats.
Luka pulled Damon into the room and kicked the door shut. Damon wasn’t sure who moved first, but a moment later, his back was up against the door and Luka was in his arms, mouth seeking Damon’s.
The kiss was hot and hungry, and Damon’s hands wandered over Luka’s bare back and down to his ass. When they finally pulled apart, Luka stared up at him.
“Guess I don’t have to ask if you feel it, too.” His voice was a husky growl that sent a bolt of heat through Damon.
“I feel it,” Damon said in a low voice. “I’ve been feeling it ever since last night.”
“Fuck.” Luka’s eyes met his, intense and hungry. “I want you.”
Damon’s breath clogged in his throat, and the only answer he could give Luka was to pull him back into his arms and kiss him again.