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

He hadn’t even moved from his place by the door, and beads of sweat already dotted Demitrius’s brow. His dick continued to swell, though there was no room for the expansion, and he was left with little choice but to remove his pants or risk permanent damage.

Upping the ante, Oscar reached for the nightstand, smiling wickedly when he found a bottle of lube sitting right on top like an offering. Stretching out on top of the comforter, he rolled to his back, coating his fingers generously with the gel, and spread his knees wide once again. He didn’t start slowly, either. Two fingers pushed into his tight hole, stretching the muscles and nearly dropping Demitrius to the floor.

He knew he should do something, say something, but he was completely helpless to stop the skilled seduction. Demitrius couldn’t remember touching the thermostat, but it was far too warm in the room to be comfortable. By the time he’d removed the last article of clothing from his damp skin, Oscar had pushed three fingers into his ass, pumping hard and fast while his other hand flew over his swollen shaft in a blur.

Demitrius could feel his lover’s arousal as if it was his own, and his cock jerked while his balls drew tight to his body. The muscles in his thighs quivered, and his knees threated to buckle when electricity surged up his spine, causing his abs to clench in impending orgasm.

“Fuck!” Oscar’s cry tapered away into a strangled groan as his hips arched up off the bed and thick, creamy semen spurted from his cock to splash over his stomach and chest.

Demitrius gripped the base of his own prick and squeezed his eyes closed, feeling his mate’s orgasm roll through him. The sound of Oscar’s heavy breathing, the scent of his release, and the sight of him covered in his own seed was too much, and Demitrius’s control snapped like a frayed bungee cord, launching him across the room.

Jerking his lover into his arms, he quickly flipped their positions so that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress with Oscar in his lap. His hard, aching cock found the shifter’s slick, loosened entrance without fail, sliding into the heated depths as Oscar’s inner walls contracted around his length.

Digging his fingers into the flesh at his mate’s waist, he held him immobile as he snapped his hips, driving into him at a demanding pace. When he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t thrust hard enough, he pushed up from the bed with Oscar still impaled on his cock and pinned him against the wall near the bathroom door.

Their mouths crashed together, cutting off Oscar’s wail of pleasure. Holding his lover’s arms trapped above his head, Demitrius tongue-fucked his sweet, delectable mouth with the same intensity he used to drive into Oscar’s yielding body.

A small voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to slow down, to take more care with the smaller man, but it was easily drowned out by the sounds of Oscar’s cries for more. “Harder,” he demanded. “I won’t break. Fuck me harder.”

Releasing the last strand of control, Demitrius unleashed the animal within him. A primitive, primal growl exploded from his lips to echo around the room as his hips snapped in lightning-quick thrusts, slamming into his mate hard enough to shake the wall.

Oscar clung to him, his fingernails biting into Demitrius’s shoulders, and the pinch of pain only increased his desire. It was down and dirty, rough and gritty, and the kind of sex every man dreamed of but was usually too afraid to ask for. His whole body burned, engulfing him in flames of indescribable pleasure, and Demitrius didn’t care if he even survived it.

His orgasm crested, roiling through him like a tidal wave, but he wasn’t finished with his little man just yet. Sliding out of Oscar’s clenching hole, he spun once again, pushing his mate down face-first on the mattress and lifting his pert ass into the air. Covering his sweat-slicked back, Demitrius pushed into his eager entrance once more, plowing into his velvet-lined tunnel like a man possessed.

Insinuating a hand between Oscar and the comforter, Demitrius fisted his lover’s pulsing cock and stroked the rigid length in tandem to each forceful plunge. “Come for me, sweet baby. Squeeze my cock and scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Then he punctuated the command by embedding his canines into the supple flesh at the crook of Oscar’s neck.

“Demitrius!” As asked, Oscar screamed loud enough for any paranormal within a five-mile radius to hear him. His body bucked and shuddered, and hot, wet cum spilled over Demitrius’s wrist.

Satisfied that he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from his lover, Demitrius extracted his fangs and buried his face against Oscar’s shoulder, groaning pathetically as he shook through his own climax.

“Holy shit,” Oscar breathed. “I think I’m in love.”

Logically, he knew his mate was referring to the spectacular sex and was exaggerating his compliment. Demitrius, however, had been on a long fall since the moment he’d walked into the kitchen to see the little imp staring back at him suspiciously. “I know I am.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Wiggling out from beneath him, Oscar gasped when Demitrius’s softening cock slipped from his ass. Flipping around and pushing up on his knees, he grabbed Demitrius’s face in both hands and yanked him into an earth-bending kiss. “I don’t care what those other idiots say. It’s not too soon, and I love you.”

Demitrius didn’t know who these “other idiots” were, and in that moment, he didn’t really give a damn. No one in his whole miserable life had loved him. He didn’t plan to take even a second of this newfound happiness for granted, nor would he waste time worrying about the naysayers. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, aren’t you?”

“Yep.” Oscar beamed as though he’d won the lottery, but Demitrius knew he