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The Mah vacated their spots by the wall and scraped the doorjamb on their way into the hall, keeping as much space as they could between them and Dr. Dante.
Seung led Dr. Dante over.
“You look better,” Frost said.
He thought Dr. Dante looked better? There was no improvement for perfection. And Dr. Dante was perfect.
“Yes, yes, I feel better. Thank you. Uh…” Dr. Dante flicked a look at Jonathan, then turned away.
“We need to get him some better fitting clothes,” Seung said.
Clothes? Jonathan hadn’t even noticed the oversized sweatshirt and baggy jeans Dr. Dante wore. As far as Jonathan’s libido was concerned, Dr. Dante was as good as naked, with his ass in the air.
Dr. Dante laughed, but it broke off short. “Big on the shirt, short on the jeans.” The denim cuffs stopped at his ankles. “But they’re warm. That’s all that matters.” He folded his arms around his chest.
It should have been Jonathan’s arm around Dr. Dante. Jonathan’s body heat holding back the cold while the rest of him set Dr. Dante on fire.
Frost arched an eyebrow at Jonathan. Even if Jonathan could keep the thoughts from affecting his scent, they were too close for Frost not to read him.
Frost took Jonathan by the arm and herded him to the other side of the room, pinning him to the wall with his shoulder against Jonathan’s chest. Lips close to Jonathan’s ear. It would look like nothing but a private exchange of words, not Frost keeping Jonathan from doing something stupid.
But distance didn’t ease the sharp weight of need squeezing Jonathan’s balls.
“Dr. Dante.” Seung led him by his elbow to the sitting area. Instead of sitting on the sofa facing the coffee table, he lowered himself into Jonathan’s vacated chair.
Had he noticed Jonathan had sat there?
If he hadn’t, did he take the spot on instinct?
And was that instinct to be closer? To smell like Jonathan? Or both?
Jonathan hoped both because he wanted to make sure the only thing Dr. Dante ever smelled like was him.
Seung sat on the edge of the sofa and spoke to Dr. Dante.
No one should be that close to him. Unless it was to watch Jonathan make his mark. Right where Paul had bitten Dr. Dante, re-tearing the flesh, fracturing bone, grinding his teeth all the way to the marrow.
Jonathan curled his hands into fists. “I really, really need to leave.”
“Take a breath,” Frost said.
“Yeah, breathe. I already have so much of him up my nose I’m about to bust a nut.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I think you’re underestimating the seriousness of this situation, my man.”
Frost searched Jonathan’s face and said, “You’re really that on edge?”
Jonathan tipped his head, indicating his crotch, where his dick tested the tensile strength of his pants.
Frost cursed.
“That’s putting it lightly.”
Jonathan would have closed his eyes, but he didn’t need to see to fantasize about what he wanted to do to Dr. Dante.Whathe would do to him if he stayed there.
Frost took the tin of mints from his pocket. “Here.”
