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

Even when he’d been in the throes of his mating heat, however, Spiro was never one to be rushed. So, when the toy was wrenched from his hole and he was flipped onto his stomach, Zuriel nearly came right there on the shiny wood.

The rough handling was primal and raw, but there was still a tenderness that made him feel protected and cherished in a way that only Spiro could accomplish. Ivory skin stretched across sinewy muscles, contrasting beautifully against his own creamy complexion when strong arms twined around his midsection, lifting him up on his knees.

Spiro’s nose skimmed up his spine, and his lips followed the trail back down. “Your skin is always so soft.”

Zuriel preened at the compliment. Since the first time his mate had mentioned how much he loved the soft, suppleness of his skin, Zuriel had been religious in his use of moisturizer. It was a small thing, unimportant in the grand scheme of their relationship, but though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he thirsted for the acceptance.

One slippery finger skimmed his crease, teasing his needy hole with light caresses. Just the tip of Spiro’s digit slipped past the muscles, dipping into his hungry channel before disappearing. Over and over, he continued to torment, giving just a little and then taking it back until Zuriel was gritting his teeth to hold back his orgasm.

Just as he was gearing up to beg, plead, and scream for relief, two long fingers penetrated his entrance, plunging into his depths and bumping against his prostate. A current of electricity sizzled along his spine and radiated outward to his extremities. Flames erupted in his stomach, his inner walls clamped around the invading digits, and a long, strangled groan burst through his panting lips.

“That’s right,” Spiro encouraged. “There’s that moan I wanted.”

If it would finally get him what he craved, Zuriel would give him a thousand more sounds just like it. Falling forward onto the desk, he grunted when his lover’s fingers slipped from their sheath but quickly rolled to his back and pulled his knees to his chest again. “Damn it, stop teasing and fuck me.”

A wild, untamed light flashed in Spiro’s eyes. An instant later, Zuriel found himself in his lover’s arms with his back pressed against the cold glass of the floor to ceiling window behind the desk. He’d learned just the week before that the particular glass had been designed especially for the palace, measuring four inches thick and able to withstand any manner of attack imaginable.

He was secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t break the glass, be cut to ribbons, and fall to his death. That didn’t make it any less cold against his overheated skin, though, nor did it dampen his desire. Lifting both arms to loop them around his mate’s neck, Zuriel moaned and rocked his hips when Spiro caught both wrists in one pale hand and pinned them against the window over his head.

The thick, engorged crown of Spiro’s cock prodded his opening, slick with lube and throbbing with his pulse. “You have a lot of demands, lirimaer.”

Zuriel didn’t think that was strictly true. In fact, he considered himself a fairly low-maintenance kind of guy.

“You interrupt my meeting.” Spiro surged forward, driving into Zuriel until he was seated to the base. The groan that rumbled in his chest was sexy as hell, but the fire in his gaze was nearly Zuriel’s undoing. “You seduce me in front of my brothers.” He swiveled his hips, grinding his groin against Zuriel’s ass. “Then you deny my leisurely exploration of this gorgeous body.”

Okay, yes, he’d done all of those things. When the blood returned to his brain, maybe he could present a strong defense for his actions. As it was, he was having a hard enough time just remembering his own name. “Yes.” There had been a question in there somewhere. He was pretty sure of it.

The quiet chuckle that fanned his lover’s warm breath against the side of his neck said otherwise. His other hand held a firm grip on Zuriel’s right knee, lifting it upward to tilt his hips and spread him open as he began a hard but steady tempo. Dipping his head, he rested their foreheads together so that their gasping breaths mingled as one and pressed Zuriel’s wrists more securely against the glass.

Showing off his flexibility, but really just trying to get better leverage, Zuriel contorted his other leg until he had it draped over his mate’s shoulder, providing maximum penetration. Each hard thrust took advantage of the new angle, tapping repeatedly against his prostate and making his head spin.

Spiro growled and grunted, increasing his rhythm as he drove into Zuriel with growing intensity. All traces of the uptight and proper king had vanished, and some animalistic instinct had taken over. Zuriel could see it in his lover’s expression and feel it in the trembling of his muscles. It was the first time he’d ever witnessed a lapse in Spiro’s control, but if he had his way, it wouldn’t be the last.

Harder and faster they rocked together while an erotic symphony of sound echoed around the room. As he neared the pinnacle and raced toward his release, a single thought repeated like a skipping record in his mind.

“Mine, mine, mine…”

At first, he figured it was him, just an errant thought of a lust-hazed brain. Then the cadence and tone changed, and he assumed he was hearing Spiro’s thoughts. The constant changing of volume, pitch, and character eventually merged to create a chorus, and Zuriel finally understood that it wasn’t just him or Spiro, but their combined thoughts.

Lifting Zuriel’s other leg over his shoulder, Spiro made use of the free hand by fisting Zuriel’s weeping cock. “Don’t think about it,” he whispered throatily. He stroked the length in quick pumps, squeezing a bit harder around the tip on each upward glide. “Don’t make me wait.” His mouth crashed down on Zuriel’s,