Four-Letter Words by Evans, Gabrielle (top 10 books of all time .txt) 📗

Resuming his place on the mattress, Zasha slicked two fingers with the sweet-smelling gel, reached between his bent knees, and rubbed the lube over his quivering entrance. The muscles loosened at his gentle prodding, allowing him to slip both fingers into his heated channel.

As his pulse increased, so did his panted breathing. Adding a third digit, Zasha imagined it was Thane’s fingers pumping into his hole rather than his own. His dick throbbed, the engorged head turning an interesting shade of deep red as translucent drops of pre-cum seeped from the slit to paint the skin covering his abs.

Despite what Thane probably thought, these fantasies weren’t uncommon. At least once a day, usually in the shower, Zasha indulged in erotic thoughts of his mate. He imagined the slow, torturous build-up as Thane teased his senses. He could practically feel the burn as his needy hole stretched to accommodate his lover’s girth.

The last thought elicited a ragged moan that poured out through his parted lips. Extracting his fingers, he grabbed the long, thick dildo near his hip and coated the tip of the clear phallus with lube. Positioning it at his opening, Zasha sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly as he pushed the yielding silicone through the guarding ring of muscles.

Pulling his knees to his chest, he began slowly, pumping the toy into his channel in long, languid strokes as he relished in the slight burn. His own dick rested against his stomach, pulsing angrily as his need to orgasm mounted.

His rhythm increased, pushing him closer to the edge with each hard thrust of the dildo. As he neared the pinnacle, however, a sound caught his attention that drew his endeavors to a screeching halt.

A mischievous smile stretched his lips when his sensitive hearing picked up not only booted footfalls approaching his room, but the sound of Thane’s voice. His mate spoke softly, but there was also a measure of excitement, as though he was giving himself a pep talk.

The self-encouragement made Zasha chuckle under his breath. As big as his lover was, he really shouldn’t find the man so damn adorable. He couldn’t help himself, though. Thane viewed life as a challenge, one he eagerly accepted, and the enjoyment he found in simple things was infectious.

Thane deserved happiness. After all the trials he’d been through, he deserved everything his heart desired. His restless personality meant he needed people in his life who tested him, people to push him to be better. Zasha was ashamed to say he hadn’t been that person, but he was working on it.

While his first instinct had been to abandon his toy and appear completely normal when Thane entered the room, he forced himself to remain right where he was. He was doing this for Thane, after all. Everything he’d done since arriving back in Snake River had been leading up to the seduction of his mate.

Well, there wasn’t much more seductive than naked, lubed up, and playing with himself.

“Zasha?”

“In here,” he called, trying to keep his voice even so as not to give anything away.

As the coven leader’s personal assistant, he was afforded certain comforts. A one-bedroom suite with a kitchenette and his own private bathroom happened to be one of those perks.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean for it to take so lo—” Thane stopped talking, and his mouth fell open when he entered the bedroom. The surprise didn’t last long, though, before his features transformed into something much more predatory. “Hello, lieveling.”

“See something you like?” Zasha returned, letting the arousal seep into his tone. Continuing to manipulate the toy with one hand, he used the other to fist his erection, stroking the hard length from root to tip.

“Mmm hmm,” Thane mused as he kicked his boots off and crossed the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Let me help you with that.”

He’d probably kick his own ass later when he could think clearly. Right then, his hormones were in overdrive, drowning all critical thinking skills in a sea of lust, and his craving for Thane was too much to fight. “Or you could just enjoy the show.”

“Hands over your head,” Thane ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Gods, Zasha didn’t know where the authority had come from, but the bass in his lover’s voice sent a shiver down his spine. Releasing his cock and the grip on the fake phallus, he lifted his hands above his head and crossed his wrists as he rested his knuckles against the mattress.

“Better,” Thane praised as he leaned forward to nip at the back of Zasha’s thigh. “Now, don’t come.”

Zasha’s spine bowed, and he cried out to the ceiling when Thane pushed the toy deeper into his clenching channel and pegged his prostate. “Thane, I…I can’t.” The man had lost his mind if he thought Zasha could hold back his climax when everything inside him was demanding he come.

“You can,” Thane assured him, and it sounded almost like an order. “You can, and you will.”

* * * *

Yes, he liked taking a more dominant role in the bedroom, but he wasn’t so cruel as to tease his mate into blue balls and not follow through. By pushing Zasha to the edge and then reeling him back, the vampire’s orgasm would be explosive by the time he finally reached his release. In a way, Thane was doing his mate a favor.

What Zasha didn’t realize was that by prolonging the sweet torture, Thane was also tormenting himself. His dick ached inside his jeans, swollen and bent at an unnatural angle behind his zipper. His mouth was desert dry, his heart beat too fast, and his muscles clenched in anticipation of finally claiming his prize after being denied for so long.

The way Zasha had talked about giving him the “private tour,” Thane had expected something more than kisses and cuddles. However, walking in to find Zasha naked with a ten-inch dildo plunging into his tight ass had