If Mateo hadn’t already had a semi when he burst into Dazi’s bedroom, when Dazi stopped kissing him long enough to say, “Mount me like a jaguar, but you’d better stay human or I’ll bite your ear off,” Mateo would have gone from limp to rock hard in a heartbeat. At last he had a partner with whom he could be himself, all of himself. With Alejo, Mateo had ignored his bestial side to match his human mate. Dazi was new and exotic yet familiar, and he even encouraged Mateo to be as rough as he could.
“Let’s find out who’s stronger,” he had said cheekily between panted breaths. “Come on, nagual, show me what you’ve got.”
Mateo did just that. Old habit made him timid at first. The sting of chagrin lingered from the last time he mounted Dazi. Dazi didn’t seem to have that problem. He turned and
