Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (read a book TXT) 📗

dazedly, Oscar mouthed his agreement, but he still wouldn’t release his hold on Demitrius’s neck. The sheer joy of knowing that his mate wanted him without reservation had him grinning from ear to ear. Grabbing his sunglasses off the ground, Demitrius shoved them on, looped one arm around Oscar’s waist, and rose easily with the man clutched to his chest.

Immediately, Oscar’s legs went around his waist, and he hitched himself up higher, still trying to capture Demitrius’s lips with his own. “Hold still.”

The little imp was seriously testing his self-control, but with his long strides, Demitrius was almost to the main house. Since Stavion had been kind enough to grant the lower levels to the shifters, they didn’t even have to venture around to the front doors but could enter Oscar’s room directly through the door of his private patio.

“Do you remember your key code?”

“Huh?” Oscar stared at him blankly for a moment before shaking his head quickly like a dog flinging off water. “Oh, yeah, I remember. Four, two, nine, eight, four.”

It was Demitrius’s turn to be dazed. The numbers were the same as his birthday, right down to the year. He couldn’t believe Oscar would think the date of his birth would be something important enough to remember. Hell, he hadn’t even been allowed to celebrate his birthday after he’d turned twelve. His parents had acted like the day was cursed, and he’d often been left alone and ignored completely until he’d left at seventeen.

He’d been on his own ever since, living on the edges of society. His family was embarrassed of him, he didn’t have any friends, and strangers shunned him. Hiding out in the mountains or scarcely populated wooded areas had served him well for a while, but he would forever be grateful that Stavion had talked him into staying at Haven. Without that little push, he probably never would have met Oscar.

It wasn’t the time to reminisce on his old life, though. Demitrius wasn’t going to let the past intrude on this moment. This time was for him and Oscar, and with any luck, he’d be moving forward to make new, happier memories. Yeah, his life had sucked, but he didn’t feel sorry for himself. The way Demitrius saw it, a man without scars was a man who had never lived.

He hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud until Oscar arched up and kissed the underside of his jaw with a smile. “We’ve all got scars, Demitrius. Some are just more visible than others.”

Maybe that was true and maybe it wasn’t, but Demitrius wasn’t going to waste time debating it. He’d met plenty of men and women who’d been born to privilege and weren’t shy about flaunting their good fortune. Exactly what burdens did they bear? Oh, he imagined it must be horrible to have everything in life handed over in a silver bowl with a pretty blue ribbon.

“You’re making that face,” Oscar chastised. “The face that says you’re thinking hard about something that’s not very pleasant.”

How the hell did Oscar do that? Sure, they’d spent almost every waking moment together in the last two weeks, but that didn’t seem like a long enough time for the guy to be able to read him so easily. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was a bit unnerving, especially to someone like Demitrius who’d strived for more than half of his life to be invisible.

When they reached the private entrance to Oscar’s room, Demitrius decided to ponder the enigma that was Oscar later. Punching in the numbers on the keypad, he waited impatiently for the steel plates to slide back from the doors to admit him entrance.

He couldn’t wait until the cabins were finished. While he understood the need for the plates to protect the vampires of the coven during the daylight, it did make coming and going rather inconvenient. It was no wonder that most of the residents of the mansion—even the shifters—had taken to a nocturnal existence.

“Hurry,” Oscar breathed against the side of his neck as he licked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh.

No matter how much he wanted his mate, Demitrius wouldn’t be rushed. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m going to take very good care of you.”

Chapter Five

 

Electricity raced up and down his spine in tingling currents that chased each other on an endless loop. His body burned, heating him from the inside out until his skin felt like it would melt off his muscles. His senses dimmed, cocooning him in a quiet hush as though everything else in the world had suddenly faded away into nonexistence.

The only thing Oscar could see was Demitrius. The rays of sunlight spilling into the room shone through his long, raven locks, giving them an inky hue that stole the breath from his lungs. When Demitrius set him on his feet and pulled his shirt off to reveal his naked torso, Oscar didn’t think he’d ever be able to breathe again.

Sun-kissed, evenly bronzed skin stretched tight across the most powerfully sculpted muscles he’d ever seen. Oscar’s fingers twitched involuntarily as he fought against the desire to reach out and trace the eight tightly packed bricks that made up Demitrius’s abs. The man was completely and deliciously smooth, utterly hairless other than the gorgeous strands that flowed down over his broad shoulders.

For the last four years, Oscar had been trained in the subtle art of foreplay and taught several different ways to bring a man to orgasm without even removing his own clothes. He knew how to read his Master’s signals, when to be submissive, and how to take the lead if that was what was required of him.

Every technical aspect of a sexual relationship had been programmed into him through a series of intense training sessions. Hell, they’d even forced him to take classes in human anatomy, massage therapy, and acupuncture. He’d been subjected to every kink and fetish known to man and knew exactly how to play his part to the hilt.

Applying those learned techniques in his current situation