Jaded [The Moonlight Breed 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (good novels to read TXT) 📗

His eyes held a hint of mischief as he licked his upper lip and arched his hips off the desktop. It was all Spiro could do to remain seated, to not pounce on his lover and mount him right there in front of everyone. The scent of arousal hung heavily in the air, and when loud groans echoed around the room, Spiro realized he wasn’t the only one to notice it.

“Meeting’s over. Get out.”

“Oh, they can watch if they want.” The sparkle of mischief in those blue eyes turned to full-blown trouble. “I don’t mind.”

Spiro was fine with an audience, just not this particular one. “I highly doubt my brothers want to see my pasty-white ass.”

“Yeah, no thank you,” Rissian agreed.

“Your mate’s hot,” Aradan added, “but you have a point. I’m gone.”

One by one, they all gathered their things and exited the room without additional comment. Zuriel, however, seemed to have caught a case of the giggles. “What’s so funny?” Spiro demanded.

He squeezed his eyes together and shook his head as he rocked from side to side on the desk. “Your ass really is white, sweetheart.” More giggles erupted from his bow-shaped lips. “Have you tried self-tanner?”

Launching out of his seat, Spiro hooked his arms under Zuriel’s knees and leaned over his mate with a playful growl. “Oh, you’re a comedian now, huh?”

“I think I’m pretty funny, yes.”

Gods, he loved that smile. “Hmm, so, someone is feeling neglected?” He bent closer, rubbing the tips of their noses together. “I just saw you a few hours ago.”

“You woke up, showered, ate breakfast, and went straight to work.” Some of the light in his eyes dimmed. “I know you have an important job, and I’m trying not to be selfish, but I’ve barely seen you all week.”

It was painful to hear, mostly because it was true. Yes, he had an important job, but he’d promised to always put Zuriel first. In the past few days, he’d broken that promise more than once.

Words were cheap, and at this point, they probably wouldn’t mean much anyway. “Then let me make it up to you. Anything you want.”

“Really?”

It was a damn shame that Zuriel sounded so surprised by the offer. Didn’t he understand how important he was? “Really. You name it.”

Zuriel grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll get back to you.” Then his arms came up to encircle Spiro’s neck and pull him closer until their lips met. “In the meantime, I think this is a good place to start.”

* * * *

At first, Zuriel had felt bad about interrupting Spiro’s meeting. He was the king, after all, and he had probably been talking about kingly stuff. He was missing his mate like crazy, though, and if he had waited for the guy to come to him, he’d be waiting until summer. So, he’d taken Jacobi’s advice, and for once, it had actually worked.

“If you really want him, go get him,” his friend had said.

With desire burning in his belly, he’d showered, lubed his needy hole, and inserted one of the plugs he and Spiro liked to play with on occasion, ensuring they could jump right to the good stuff. Then he’d donned the shortest pair of cutoffs he could find and went in search of his lover.

Their mouths rubbed together in an intimate caress, and Spiro’s tongue tickled the seam of his lips, seeking permission for something deeper. Opening on a contented sigh, Zuriel relaxed into the hard wood of the desk, giving his lover complete control. Kissing Spiro was a drug unto itself, and he hadn’t realized just how much he’d been craving it until now.

His cock swelled, aching uncomfortably within the confines of his denim shorts. With Spiro pushing his knees wide and back to his chest, every movement, no matter how subtle, jostled the silicone plug nestled between his cheeks. The sensations caused him to squirm and clench around the toy, and on and on it went in a perpetual loop that was driving him out of his mind.

Bowing his back, he arched up from the desk, humping against Spiro’s midsection in his quest for relief. The slight friction was nice, but it would be better without the barriers of clothing between them. Breaking the kiss, he gripped the hem of his shirt and jerked it off over his head, hoping his lover would get the hint.

Luck was on his side, or maybe Spiro was just really horny. Either way, in the next heartbeat, his shorts were ripped from his body, and the remaining scraps were tossed to the floor without ceremony. Zuriel’s pulse raced, each breath became shallower than the last, and he moaned like a wanton slut when his lover’s clothes were stripped away as well, leaving them skin to warm, wonderful skin.

“Very nice,” Spiro whispered into his ear while he manipulated the butt plug, gripping the base and twisting it.

A low, husky growl vibrated his lover’s chest, and Zuriel shivered with excitement, feeling the tingle of desire race from the nape of his neck clear to the ends of his toes. “Need you,” he murmured back, rubbing against Spiro’s chest like a cat in heat.

His skin crawled, as though too tight for his frame, and his temperature climbed, causing perspiration to bead from his forehead. They weren’t just empty words or passionate ramblings. There was a deep, throbbing ache, a clawing need to be as close as possible to his partner that had nothing to do with his pulsing dick.

The sound of a sliding drawer caught his attention. Without being told, he knew exactly what Spiro was reaching for inside that drawer. “You keep lube in your office?”

“Jacobi brought it to me earlier. I just thought he was being funny.”

He definitely owed the shifter for that one. “Please, Spiro. I can’t wait anymore.” The urgency that boiled inside him was surging toward painful. Never had he wanted anyone as much as he wanted his