“No. You know that,” David said accusingly.
“Hey babe, relax. I’m just going down a checklist, trying to eliminate possibilities and using a phone’s GPS is one of them. Other than you and me, Brian was the…”
“Brian wouldn’t tell them!” David said, bristling at the implication.
“I agree with you babe,” said Zane, “and if we eliminate those two, the only other way I know someone can be tracked is by some kind of signal.” He paused, going over the possibilities in his mind. “You aren’t wearing any of your original clothes, so they can’t use them…hmmm…babe, do you mind if I check your body?”
“For what?”
“To see if anything was placed on it that would allow them to track you.”
“There isn’t anything. Don’t you think I would have noticed it some time?”
“Please David, it’s the only thing I can come up with as to how they’re able to find you.”
Searching his mate’s face, David saw the worry Zane felt and that was enough for him to say, “Okay. What do you want me to do?”
Quickly figuring out a plan, Zane said, “I’m going to start at the top of your head and work my way down from there so just remove your shirt for now.”
Standing bare-chested, David shivered from the cold air swirling throughout the room from the open windows. Stretching out his arms, he closed his eyes, bracing for his mate’s hands on his body, knowing he’d feel tiny shocks of energy everywhere they touched him.
After a quick intake of breath at seeing his mate’s gorgeous, naked, chest, Zane got to work. Burying his hands in David’s curly hair, he slowly moved his fingertips over his mate’s scalp, feeling for anything unusual. Finding nothing, his fingers worked their way down David’s neck, back, arms and chest, all the while feeling for anything out of the ordinary. Reaching his mate’s pants without finding anything, he began to doubt that he would. “Babe, you can put your shirt back on,” he said.
Pulling his sweatshirt over his head, David asked, “Do you want me to take my pants off?”
Even with growing doubts about his theory, Zane decided to finish the search, just so he could close the door on his theory. “Please, but you can leave your briefs on,” he said to his mate.
Kicking off his boots, David peeled off his sweatpants, letting them lie in a pile on the floor. Then spreading hislegs, he stood still, silently counting backwards from a hundred as he hoped to keep his mind occupied with something other than his mate’s hands near his cock.
Kneeling on the stone floor, Zane stared at the long, lean, muscled legs in front of him, his mouth watering at the thought of running his tongue over them. Bracing himself against the desire he felt for David, Zane tentatively reached out his hands, holding them barely an inch from his mate’s skin. Then taking a deep breath, he closed the distance, feeling his mate’s skin again. David gasped. “Are you okay?” Zane asked.
“Y-y-e-essss,” David hissed, desperately trying to control his desire for his mate, yet unable to, his cock tenting his briefs, seeking a way out.
Zane’s eyes widened as he saw David’s reaction to his touch. Smiling inwardly, he returned to his mission and slowly ran his fingers over his mate’s legs starting at his feet. Moving up to his shins, knees and the front of his thighs drew a blank. “Babe, would you turn around?” Zane asked, his voice cracking with need.
Oh my gods, whatever made me think this was a good idea?His mate’s beautiful ass was now just inches away from his lips, and the need to bury his face between the two round cheeks was almost more than he could bear. Biting his lower lip until he tasted blood brought Zane out of his sex-crazed haze and back to the job at hand. Lowering his eyes, determined to protect his mate at all costs, Zane concentrated on looking for a tracking device. As he looked at the scars on the back of his mate’s legs, it took everything he had to keep his wolf in check, promising him they would find out who’d done this and make them pay. When his fingers had covered the rest ofhis mate’s legs without finding anything amiss, Zane admitted defeat.
Standing, he said, “Okay, babe, you can put your pants on. I didn’t find anything so I’ll have to go back to the drawing board.”
David pulled up his pants, asking, “What did you think you’d find?”
“A bump…a raised area of skin…something that might indicate they inserted a tracking device.”
“You mean like this?” David asked, pushing his pants and briefs down over his right hip.
“Fuck, yes! How long has that been there?”
“I don’t know…forever, I guess. I don’t remember when itwasn’tthere.”
“May I?” Zane asked, stretching out his fingers.
“Sure.”
Feeling the small, raised, oblong bump, Zane knew he’d found how his mate had been tracked. “Babe, I’m pretty sure someone has planted a small electronic tracking device in you.”
“What?” David asked, incredulously.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense. You said they found you after you ran away?”
