Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (ebook reader with highlight function .TXT) 📗

Zavion were both broadcasting louder than usual. All other eyes in the room were on them, all but Blaise who was still pacing the floor, waving his hands around, and talking a mile a minute.

Dipping his hand lower, he ran one finger over his mate’s perineum to his back entrance and smiled when he felt the tight ring slick, loosened, and quivering with anticipation. Zavion had known exactly what he was doing when he’d strutted into the kitchen dressed the way he was, and Cian aimed to make his dirty little fantasy come

true.

Slipping the tip of his middle finger into that  tight tunnel, he used his other hand to fist Zavion’s rigid cock and pump lightly with only his wrist. They didn’t want to be too obvious, after all.

“Fuck,” Demitrius groaned as he reentered the kitchen, stopping just inside the doorway. His nostrils flared, and his eyes went heavy-lidded as they zeroed in on Oscar.

“Well, I’m bushed.” Jumping up from his chair, Oscar gave an ostentatious yawn, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back. “Good night, guys.” Then he practically ran from the  room with Demitrius right on his heels.

Blaise, of course, didn’t  notice anything, too lost in his

monologue.

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Zavion’s back settled heavily against his chest as his head lolled on Cian’s shoulder. His legs spread  minutely wider, and Cian could hear his teeth grinding together as he tried not to make any noise.

Pushing his finger in deeper, Cian sawed in  and  out of his mate’s clenching ass as he applied pressure to Zavion’s balls with his palm.  Gods, the man was stunning. And when that mixture of pleasure and

pain washed over his face during orgasm, it was the most exquisite,  most breathtaking thing Cian had ever witnessed.

The rock-hard length in his hand flexed and pulsed, and Zavion’s  breathing accelerated into shallow pants through his nose. Keeping a  loose  grasp on his lover’s cock, he glided his hand along the shaft and  tightened his fingers just under the swollen crown. When he traced  the tip with the pad of  his thumb, he couldn’t stop his grin when he  found the slit dripping with pre-cum.

Playing was one thing, but Cian’s dick was hard and aching, bent  in an unnatural position as Zavion’s sweet ass rubbed against him. He  didn’t have a clue what Blaise was saying any longer, didn’t care that  Cole and Willow were practically devouring each other’s mouths in the seat across from him.

All he wanted was Zavion, and as they’d already established, he really didn’t like to share. No one needed to see his mate naked or hear the beautiful sounds he made. Those things were just for Cian.

“Everyone out,” he ordered,  still pumping his finger into Zavion’s opening.

“Excuse me?” Blaise finally stopped speaking and whirled around to face them. His lips fell open as though he meant to argue, but when he sucked in a deep breath, it rushed out on a strangled groan.

His eyes strayed to his two mates, and Cian thought the man would fall to the ground when a full body shudder rolled through him.  “Out,” he repeated Cian’s order, fumbling with the button on his jeans as he ushered Cole and Willow from the kitchen.

“Now I have ya  all to myself, my naughty fox.”

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“What do you plan to do with me?” Zavion teased as he moved  against him  with a sensual roll of his hips.

“I’m thinkin’  you’re in need of some payback. A good teasin’  should teach ya better manners. Do  you think so, darlin’?” He nipped  at Zavion’s ear, and then swirled his tongue around the flesh to soothe  the sting. “Then,” he rasped as he slid another finger into his lover’s  velvety heat, “the real fun can begin.”

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Chapter Six

Walking into the kitchen with nothing more than his lover’s faded yellow T-shirt on had been a risky move. He’d wanted to seduce  Cian, and yes, a part of him thrilled at the idea of everyone watching them as they coveted what belonged to him. While it wasn’t rational, there was an even bigger part of him that wanted to lay claim to the  Irishman, to ensure that everyone knew Cian was his.

Well, he’d certainly gotten his wish. Cian’s words teased him while his hands and mouth played him like a fiddle.  Work-roughed fingertips ghosted across his chest  and pulled at his erect nipples, eliciting soft gasps from Zavion’s parted lips.

Two digits continued working in and out of his stretched hole, making his cock jerk as his heart thundered loudly inside his chest.  Soft, moist lips traveled along the column of his throat, and Cian arched his hips, grinding his hard cock over Zavion’s ass. It was delicious torture, and he loved every second of it. Surely the man didn’t mean what he’d said about all that teasing, though.

“Please, Cian,” he whispered as he reached one arm behind him to wrap around his mate’s neck. “Please.”

His cock was practically screaming for attention, but Cian continued to ignore the engorged length, choosing to insert another finger into Zavion’s greedy ass instead. A tormented groan rolled up from his chest, and his eyes closed  of their own volition as he began rocking his hips, trying to take the digits deeper.

“You don’t need me at all, do ya?” There was amusement in  Cian’s tone, and his lips stretched wide against Zavion’s nape.  Lifting

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his hips, he slid his gray sweats down his thighs and settled back into  the chair to resume his assault against Zavion’s senses.

The soft cotton shirt was removed and tossed unceremoniously to  the floor, leaving Zavion completely nude as he squirmed in his  lover’s lap. The hot length of Cian’s cock pressed heavily against his  back, slicking the skin with copious amounts of pre-cum.

The hand gliding up and down his chest pressed flat over his  sternum, locking him in place and stilling his movements. “Mmm,”  Cian purred as he skimmed his nose up the curve of Zavion’s throat.  “You smell  wonderful.”

Well, he hoped so. That had kind of been the point of his impromptu shower. He’d scrubbed every inch of his body with his favorite