Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (ebook reader with highlight function .TXT) 📗

When he jerked away to gasp for breath, his eyes rounded with a  mixture of lust and panic. “What’s happening to me?” The usual blue  of his irises had completely bled away, replaced by the deep amber  color of his fox. Pointed canines elongated just slightly, peeking  below his kiss-swollen upper lip. “Cian? What’s wrong? I can’t stop  it. Why am I shifting?”

“Nothin’ is wrong,  a ghrá.” Indeed, Zavion was the most  breathtaking creature he’d ever seen. “Don’t be afraid. It’s not a real  shift, just your eyes and canines. Follow your instincts.”

Keeping eye contact with his mate in hopes that it would calm  him, Cian reached to the top shelf in the corner, curling his fingers  around the small bottle of waterproof lubricant. Sharing a bathroom  with  another horny couple did have its perks. Slicking his fingers  generously, he reached under Zavion’s thigh to ring the fluttering  muscles of his entrance.

Since it had been so long since their last sexual foray, he took great care in stretching his lover with methodical, unhurried movements. By the time he had three fingers easily sliding into

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Zavion’s tight channel, they were both vibrating with pent-up desire while an erotic symphony of moans and unintelligible words spilled from Zavion’s mouth.

Gripping his length as the base, Cian pressed the spongy crown against Zavion’s opening, released his held breath, and surged forward, encasing himself in the silky heat of his lover’s body.  When he was balls-deep, his groin flush against his mate’s pert bottom, he paused with a quiet groan as he fought the overwhelming need to thrust hard and fast.

The wanton moans  and the way Zavion squirmed on his cock did

nothing to help his perilous grip on self-control.  When a miniaturesized growl interrupted his internal contemplation of things like  football, fluffy puppies, and intergalactic alliances—none of which  were helping to tame his lust—his full focus zeroed in on the man in  his arms and the tight suction around his shaft.

Grabbing a handful of Cian’s hair, Zavion reared up as though  going for a savage kiss but buried his face in the crook of Cian’s neck  instead. The pinch of pain lasted only a second before unmitigated  warmth and pleasure invaded him, beginning where Zavion’s canines  were embedded in his skin.

His hips jerked, rational thought ceased to exist, and Cian drove into his lover’s body with deep, forceful plunges. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoed through the shower stall, bouncing off the tiles and back to his ears, fueling his rampant desire.  His pulse raced, his abs clenched, and his gums ached as his own canines lengthened.

The sounds, the scents, and the sight of ecstasy on Zavion’s face

as  he rose and fell, meeting each snap of Cian’s hips with enthusiasm,  all combined until the last frayed rope of resistance finally unraveled.  Fisting Zavion’s bouncing cock, he pumped in tempo with his thrusts  as he lunged forward, sinking his new, temporary fangs into the meaty  part of his mate’s shoulder.

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Time stood still, noise was muted, and his vision dimmed as tiny explosions  ignited  down his spine in a chain reaction.  The scorching wetness of Zavion’s release splashed against his stomach as the shifter groaned and clung to him.

Following instinct rather than any form of thought, Cian extracted his canines, sheathed himself to the root, and shuddered violently as

his cock detonated, spilling copious amounts of semen into Zavion’s

moist depths.

They’d already been through so much together, and with or  without the mating mark, Zavion would always be his. With the  exchange of blood, their lives were intertwined, their souls wound  tightly together.

“Holy hell,” Zavion panted, doing a little shuddering of his own as  though he’d gotten a sudden chill. “That was amazing.” His eyelids  cracked open, and he smiled deviously up at Cian. “Let’s do it again.”

Zavion’s lust, love, happiness, and every other emotion he was  feeling were pushed at Cian, and it ricocheted  throughout him,  spreading warmth to every part of his body.  There would probably be  days when that particular part of their bond was more of a curse than  a blessing, but Cian still wouldn’t trade that connection to his mate for  all the gold in the world.

“You love me,” Zavion said with awed conviction. “I know you  already said it, and I believed you, but I can  feel it. I can feel what  you’re feeling.”

“Is it weird?”

“No.” Zavion shook his head. “I like it. We shouldn’t have

secrets.” Then his eyes flashed with mischief, and he pulled himself  up to press his lips to Cian’s ear. “What am I feeling right now?”

Cian’s cock began to swell once again as Zavion’s lust penetrated him and fueled his own desires.  Oh, yes, his sly  mate was going to be

the death of him, but he’d  go smiling all the way to the grave.

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Chapter Twelve

“Is it going to hurt? I just know it’s going to hurt. Why does it  always have to hurt?”

“Destin says you’ll be asleep the whole time. Try not to worry so  much.”

Zavion wasn’t much appeased by Cian’s reassurance. Asleep or not, Dr. Woods was going to slice into his neck and poison him with liquid silver. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t technically poison him like the last time, but he wasn’t looking forward to it, either.

No matter what Cian said, the guy was just as worried. Zavion could tell by the tight expression on his face and the tense set of his shoulders. He was only being brave for Zavion’s benefit. It was probably a good thing, because he was doing enough freaking out for both of them.

“We can go fishing after this, right? We can have that picnic? I  really don’t know why we need to do this at all.” He was babbling,  but he couldn’t stop. “I mean, The Hive is shut down, yeah? No one  will be coming after us. They don’t have any equipment  to track us  anymore. Yeah, this is silly. We really don’t need to do it.”

“Zavion?”

“Yes?”

“Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

He was