Dex started toward his room, but turned back. He could feel the energy surrounding this guy, and he didn't like it. It took Harry's consciousness in him a couple of seconds to work it out, but once he did, Dex was moving toward the pair, hands reaching for Thomas with intent to pull him away from Jax. The towel fell from his waist but he didn't care, he was on a mission.
Thomas howled, something like a wounded animal, and his arms jerked back, knocking Dex off balance. He was mad with need, caught in mid feed. Orgasm was seconds away, and then it was receding as his rhythm was interrupted.