Flawless by Evans, Gabrielle (icecream ebook reader TXT) 📗

“Can I promise to tell you later?” Lynk reached out tentatively and skimmed his fingertips down the valley between Kieran’s chest muscles. It was the first contact he’d initiated between them, and Kieran couldn’t suppress the shiver that rushed up his spine.

“Lynk.” He tried to speak firmly, but the single word rushed out on a shuddering breath as his cock swelled and his pulse galloped.

Since first catching Lynk’s intoxicating scent on the front steps of the house, he’d been beating back his basic instincts to fully claim his mate—inside and out. While Lynk bore his mating mark on his neck, it wasn’t enough. Kieran’s beast was howling to have their mate Flawless 69

beneath them, naked, moaning, and writhing, delirious with pleasure from their touch.

“When the time is right,” Lynk whispered, craning his neck up to capture Kieran’s lips. “I promise I’ll tell you soon, Kieran. Please.” His slippery tongue swirled around the jumping vein in Kieran’s neck.

“I need you.”

While part of him recognized that he was being manipulated, Kieran really didn’t give a damn. According to Lynk, they had eternity to share the secrets of their pasts. Whatever was lurking in the dark places of Lynk’s mind, Kieran would eventually ferret it out. The trick was to take it one day at a time, prove himself worthy of his lover’s trust. Everything else would fall into place as they went.

“Please, sir,” Lynk whispered against Kieran’s jaw.

The quiet plea snapped him, and a primal growl rumbled in his chest as he pinned Lynk back to the mattress and attacked his mouth with a savage intensity. One hand fisted in his mate’s hair to hold him in place while the other made quick work of removing Lynk’s boxers, shredding them until the scraps fell away to leave only smooth, tanned skin.

“I could have done that,” Lynk panted before diving back into the kiss. In the next heartbeat, Kieran’s boxers vanished, and he groaned into his lover’s mouth when their heated flesh met.

As much as he was enjoying himself, they needed to move things forward or he was going to blow before they even got to the good stuff. He’d been wound so tight, trying to keep his desire in check, and now that he’d been given the okay to unleash it, he was quickly spiraling out of control.

Thankfully, Lynk didn’t seem to mind, if the moans and whimpers pouring from him were any indication. His lean muscles flexed and stretched as he squirmed on the bed, rocking his pelvis so that their hard cocks grinded together.

A thin sheen of perspiration glistened over his supple skin, making him almost glow in the soft light from the bedside lamp. In 70 Gabrielle

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that moment, with his face flushed and his eyes closed, his mind obviously lost in pleasure rather than whirling with doubts and worries, he was flawless. Kieran had never seen a more perfect creation in all of his life.

While he lost himself in his contemplation of his lover, Lynk rolled to his side and fished around in the drawer of the nightstand, coming back with a barely used bottle of lube that he offered up to Kieran like a virgin sacrifice. “I can stretch myself if you want.” What a ridiculous question. “Why would I miss an opportunity to touch you, sugar?” He grabbed the little bottle and clutched it in his fist before crushing their lips together again and delving inside for another taste of the moist depths of Lynk’s mouth.

“Please, sir,” Lynk practically sobbed. “Please, hurry.” Kieran didn’t understand his mate’s desire to call him sir, but he couldn’t deny that it did explosive things to his libido. That was something they’d have to discuss—much, much later. “Quiet, baby.

Let me take care of you.”

Lynk quieted instantly, and his body relaxed as the most blissful expression settled over his face. Happy to be able to put that smile on his man’s face, Kieran shimmied down Lynk’s body, trailing open-mouth kisses over his damp skin. Those little, brown nipples called out to him, practically begging to be sucked, nipped, and lavished with attention.

When he had one nipple standing at attention, swollen and red from his attention, he moved on to the next while he used his hands to knead the yielding flesh around Lynk’s hips. His mate made the most enticing noises when he forgot to be all proper and high-strung.

Though his cock was hard as stone and leaking freely from the slit, Kieran was more than happy to ignore his own needs and shower attention on his lover.

Moving farther down Lynk’s body, Kieran swirled his tongue around the man’s belly button and lapped at each brick of hard abdominal muscle. His sculpted body was a treasure, and at the Flawless 71

moment, it was Kieran’s playground. He’d never seen so many beautiful muscles on such a small man before.

While he wasn’t normally attracted to large men like himself, he had always had a fascination with muscles. It had been quite the dilemma until Lynk had popped into his life. It was as though he’d been made just for Kieran, molded to be his every fantasy and desire come to life.

As he worshiped the man’s body with his tongue, he flipped open the cap on the lube and slathered his fingers with the gel. Urging his mate’s legs wider with his shoulders, he skimmed the crease of Lynk’s ass before pushing between the rounded globes and zeroing in on his quivering pucker.

Groaning against Lynk’s stomach, he ringed the twitching muscles, coaxing them to relax until he could insert one finger into the tight, heated channel. He pumped lazily, stretching Lynk’s hole while he flicked his tongue over the head of his dripping cock. His man went wild, jerking and bucking, impaling himself on Kieran’s digit. His cries of pleasure rose in volume, bouncing off the ceiling and walls and right