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

“I love the snow!” Zavion and his twin, Zuriel, exclaimed in unison.

“What are you guys even doing here?” Oscar asked Braxton and Keeton as he bounced across the room to crawl up into his mate’s lap where he was sitting near the fireplace. Wrapping his arms around Demitrius’s neck, he nuzzled their cheeks together and hummed. “Hello, handsome.”

Long fingers slid into his hair and massaged his scalp. “Hello back, sweet baby.”

He loved when Demitrius called him that. Even more, he loved that though Demitrius was a big, tough warrior, he was so sweet and gentle when they were together. It had been almost three weeks since they mated, and though the L word had yet to be uttered by either of them, he could see it in his lover’s eyes and feel it in the man’s touch.

Oscar’s heart felt full to bursting, and he was happier than he could have ever imagined. Still, there was a dark cloud that continued to hang over their heads, and he knew he wouldn’t truly rest easy until the threat from The Hive had been eliminated. He found it strange that no one had come for them yet, but it was just a matter of time. They were all too valuable—and knew too many secrets—to hope that they’d been forgotten.

“Ugh!” Keeton sighed dramatically and fell sideways into Zavion’s lap. “Logan has abandoned me.”

“They all have,” Braxton agreed, and his lower lip slid out as he turned away from the window to face them. “Since they became Enforcers, I never see Xander anymore. I am feeling very neglected.”

Oscar didn’t know exactly what was happening, but he did know the Enforcers had been really busy lately. Demitrius said it was best for him not to know too much, and in this case, Oscar had to agree. He had been able to get a bit of information out of his mate, though. Apparently, shit had hit the fan shortly after their arrival, and a nearby coven was in some deep trouble for the kidnapping and slavery of fellow paranormals.

“You’re crushing me, you goof.” Zavion shoved at Keeton, sending the man tumbling to the floor. “This place is boring.”

“I could paint your nails.” Keeton rolled to a sitting position and held his hand up in front of his face, wiggling his fingers as he admired his own nails. “We could do whole makeovers!”

“That’s my cue to leave,” Demitrius muttered just loud enough for Oscar to hear. “The full moon is tonight, so I’ll be back before the sun sets.” He kissed Oscar’s temple and ushered him out of his lap before raising his voice to address the rest of the room. “No one leaves until I get here. Understood?”

The twins grumbled their agreement, and Cicero nodded obediently. Thankfully, they understood the need for discretion and why none of them could wander off on their own, so their easy acquiescence wasn’t because they were afraid of Demitrius. Oscar kind of felt bad that his mate had been assigned to babysit them. On the other hand, it was nice to have him so close all the time rather than roaming the country with the other Enforcers.

One last peck on the lips, and Oscar sighed as he watched Demitrius step out into the harsh winds and blowing snow. It wasn’t often that they were separated, but he always felt a little sad when he had to watch his lover walk away. It was only temporary. He’d see the man in a few hours, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.

Then again, why did he have to sit around and wait? Demitrius didn’t have any pressing business that required his attention. He just didn’t want to get caught up in Keeton’s eagerness to fluff, gloss, and primp everything in sight. If he hurried, he could probably catch up before the big cat got too far away.

“You’re not serious!” Zuriel looked absolutely horrified with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Instead of closing his eyes and groaning like he wanted to, Oscar stiffened his spine, squared his shoulders, and glared at his friend. “Stay out of my head.” After spending years in The Hive with Zuriel, he should have been used to the man’s telepathic abilities, but there were still times like this where it caught him off guard. “Besides, you just said that you wanted to go out there. Don’t be a hypocrite.”

“Uh, big difference,” Zavion defended his twin. “We’re arctic foxes, dude. We’re kind of made for the snow. No one would find your little pokey butt until the snow melted.”

Good grief, it wasn’t like he planned to shift into his hedgehog and burrow through the mountain of snow after his mate. Why was everyone making such a big deal about it, anyway?

“You heard what Demitrius said,” Braxton reminded him. “No one leaves until he gets back here.”

“I’m going to get him.” It was so hard not to stomp his foot and roll his eyes. “It’s practically the same thing.”

“What has gotten into you?” Zavion demanded. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks now. What gives?”

Oscar couldn’t stop the growl of jealousy, but he did cut it off quickly when every set of eyes in the room turned to look at him. Keeton’s knowing smirk was the worst, but he was getting used to it. The guy was such a busybody that he knew absolutely everything about everyone.

“He’s all pink and glowy like a cute little lovebug,” Keeton cooed. Then the asshole started making kissy faces as he crossed the room and began pinching Oscar’s cheeks. “Oscar’s in loooove.”

It was bad enough to have someone inside his head, listening to private thoughts, but for the most part, he was able to block Zuriel out when he wanted. Keeton was a whole other ball game. With his ability to see auras, everyone’s emotions were wide open to him. And emotions were much harder to control than thoughts—if not totally impossible.

On the other hand…

“What do you