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

“Ahh!” The cords in his neck strained, his back arched, and his muscles quivered as he fought to find the right answer. “Seven.”

“Wrong.” Demitrius swatted him again, right over the base of the plug, and Oscar thought his balls were going to explode if they drew up any tighter. “How many?”

“Ten! It was ten!” Fuck, he needed to come. His orgasm was right there, dancing just out of his reach and teasing him. “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, easy, Oscar.” Soft, gentle strokes passed over his heated flesh, soothing him in a way that only Demitrius could. “Good, baby.” The snick of a bottle cap echoed around the room, and the toy slid from his hole, leaving him feeling empty and bereft.

His lover’s huge palm slid under him, pressing flat against his chest and holding him tightly as Demitrius fed his enormous cock to Oscar’s greedy ass. “Is this what you need, my love?”

“Gods, yes,” Oscar breathed, shuddering through the overwhelming feelings coursing through him. “I’ve missed you.”

Demitrius nuzzled against the nape of his neck and sighed in contentment when he bottomed out, seating himself balls deep into Oscar’s yielding body. “I’ve missed you, too, sweet baby.”

Slow and easy, his mate made love to him as he whispered promises of devotion and love into Oscar’s ear. Warm, moist lips ghosted along the curve of his neck. Long, strong fingers caressed his oversensitive skin. Demitrius surrounded him, giving him the peace and security he’d been missing in the past week and making him feel cherished.

The tempo never increased. There was no biting, scratching, hair pulling, or dirty words spoken. It was simply the two of them, riding a wave that would lead them to the same destination. The orgasm that rolled through him was more intense than anything he’d ever felt, literally stealing the air from his lungs and causing his heart to skip a beat.

Demitrius’s hold around Oscar’s midsection tightened, and he groaned gutturally, shaking and gasping through his own climax as he filled Oscar’s channel with hot, creamy seed. Neither of them moved for a long time, content to stay as they were and simply hold one another.

“I really am sorry I messed up your meeting.”

“I wasn’t in a meeting,” Demitrius confessed with a small chuckle. “Blaise kind of ruined your secret.”

“Oh, well. I’ll do better next time.” He’d remember not to let big blabbermouths in on his plans.

“Next time?”

Grinning wickedly, Oscar turned his head so he could capture his mate’s lips over his shoulder. “Someone has to keep you on your toes, love.”

* * * *

“Oscar, wake up.”

“Huh?” Gods, his eyes felt like someone had poured a bucket of sand into them. “What time is it?”

“C’mon, sleepyhead, I want to show you something.”

Cracking one eye open, Oscar peeked at the alarm clock and groaned. “Demitrius, it’s three o’clock in the morning. Whatever it is, it can wait until a decent time—like noon.” He hadn’t been able to crawl into bed until almost midnight, and it had been a long and exhausting day.

After hours of various tests and scans, three different doctors and two vets—yes, vets—no one knew how to remove the microchip implanted just at the base of his skull. Then, to put the nice cherry on top of a truly shitty experience, it had then been determined that it didn’t matter.

Others from The Hive were most likely on their way to Wyoming already. Running would only buy them time, and the Enforcers all agreed that they’d rather duke it out on their own turf.

His body and mind were so damn tired, and Oscar figured he could sleep for the next week if people would just leave him alone. “Go away,” he grumbled when Demitrius began poking him in the ribs.

“Come with me now, and you can sleep all day. I’ll even bring you all your meals in bed.”

“Plus a blow job.”

“Deal.”

“Two blow jobs?” After three days of awesome sex, he kind of felt entitled. It had been his idea to seduce his mate in all kinds of delicious ways, after all.

“Don’t push your luck.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“Fine, two blow jobs. Will you please come with me now?”

Cursing his mate’s name under his breath, Oscar rolled out of bed and stumbled toward the dresser to find something to wear. After nearly falling on his face twice, he was beginning to question whether getting his dick sucked was worth it.

“You don’t need clothes.”

Surely Demitrius didn’t expect him to shift. If that was the case, Oscar was going back to bed. Hell, he was so tired, and he wasn’t even sure if he could shift. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Allowing his mate to lead him through the dark cabin, Oscar padded along, mostly just going through the motions so he could get back to his pillow as soon as possible. When Demitrius opened the front door and a cool gust of wind swept over his bare body, Oscar began to have serious doubts as to his lover’s sanity.

Rain pelted the ground, forming puddles and pinging off the flower pots on the wooden porch. “I’m not going out there.”

“It’s the last thing on your bucket list,” Demitrius reminded him, and it was only then that Oscar noticed the guy was just as naked as he was. “It’s not usually this warm in January, sweet baby. Let’s take advantage of it.” Backing slowly down the porch steps, Demitrius held both of Oscar’s hands in his own, pulling him forward with gentle pressure.

The rain soaked him quickly once he’d left the shelter of the covered porch, drenching his hair so that it clung to the sides of his face. He probably looked like a drowned rat, but his lover just continued to smile at him in that way that made his knees weak.

When Demitrius pulled him into his arms, however, all of that ceased to matter. Surrounded by the man’s warmth and strength, he sighed in contentment and rested his cheek against Demitrius’s chest as they swayed together. The night was