Seducing the Sergeant by Mina Carter Page A

was a lemming leap off a boarding ramp from high orbit, and there was still no guarantee that the fall would kill you. Or you could jump in front of a fish-gun…but no one wanted to go out that way.
    Ren flopped onto his back, giving an interested Cam a very good view of the heavily muscled, six-foot-two frame he slept curled around most nights. Like most weredog pairs, Cam and Ren were more than just buddies. They were partners, in every sense of the word.
    “Fuck…me,” Ren repeated, resting his head and closing his eyes. Down the side of his ribcage, three, deep furrows spilled blood onto the deck.
    Cam started. Shit, Ren had been hit. Before he could roll to his side to do anything about it, though, the furrows stopped leaking, and the flesh started to heal before his very eyes. Cam grinned, a calm coming over him. He should have known nothing would keep Ren down, not even a couple of laser hits from the enemy.
    “Yeah, you said that. Say it again, and I’ll take it as an invitation.”
    Cam rolled to his side, the vibration of the engines transported through the deck plating to his skull. With any luck, it would rattle some sense into him. “Travel,” his grandmother had said, “see the universe.” Which had been the plan. He’d made one system before getting into a bar brawl and chomped on by a rogue dog.
    Three weeks later he’d woken up in hospital with an outstanding charge for murder and a bad case of the furries. Nice people that they were, the Coalition had reduced the murder rap for killing one of their dogs, but only if he joined up. Left with few choices that didn’t involve running for the rest of his life, Cam had conceded defeat and pulled on a uniform. He’d been assigned to Ren a week out of basic, and the rest, as they often said, was history.
    Ren turned his head, dark eyes alive with mischief. “Really now? Well, fuck me . That sounds like it could get real interesting…”
    Cam caught his breath at the sudden heat in his partner’s eyes, and the intense note rasping through his voice. Ren’s voice, deep and rough, had always done it for him—right from the moment they’d met, before he’d realized that his interest in the older man was returned in spades.
    “Oh, yeah…I think it could be.” A grin started to curve Cam’s lips as he scooted across the deck plating. They’d been the last in, so the bulkheads were all raised, cutting the boarding area off from the main-troop section. They were alone, apart from the internal sensors. Not that Cam cared. Everyone in the unit knew he and Ren were together, so if they were stupid enough to watch the sensor feeds, then they deserved the eyeful they got.
    Ren lifted his arm, and Cam slid into place. An even six foot, he wasn’t a small man, but Ren made him feel that way. He shivered at the indolent strength in the arm that pillowed his head, and swept a hand up the other soldier’s ribcage and onto his chest.
    Smooth, satin skin, sprinkled with old scars, met his fingertips as he traced the light trail of hair down the center of Ren’s chest. He loved to touch, loved to feel that hard, masculine body and know that it was all his to stroke and explore.
    Ren tucked his free arm behind his head, eyes closed as Cam ran his fingertips along the lines between the heavy muscles. Further down, his cock stirred, rising to attention. He gasped as Cam tweaked his nipple. “That’s good. Do that again.”
    “Always with the orders, aren’t you?” Lust surged through Cam as he lifted up over his lover. Their bodies pressed together from chest to chest as he ran his lips along Ren’s jaw. The roughness of heavy stubble prickled his lips, but he didn’t care if he ended up with whisker burn. It was worth it.
    Ren moved, clamping his arm around the back of Cam’s neck tight to hold the smaller man in place. His grin was wolfish as Cam pulled back. “When it comes to fucking you, yeah. Now kiss me.”
    It was an order Cam was more than