The Moonlight Breed 8: Leap in the Dark by Gabrielle Evans (chrysanthemum read aloud .txt) 📕

previous romps. No matter how much his cock ached to be buried inside the man’s tight heat, Xander wouldn’t do anything to hurt Braxton.

“I’m kind of wiped,” he lied. “You’re going to have to do most of the work.”

Braxton smirked and nipped at his bottom lip. “Liar, but I’ll be more than happy to take care of you.”

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Very rarely was Braxton the aggressor. It wasn’t because he was smaller and weaker than his partner. It was just the way they both preferred it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy taking control in the bedroom, though. Lucky for Xander, this happened to be one of those times when he was in just the right mood for a little switch.

Their tongues tangled, danced, and explored as they stumbled down the hallway toward their bedroom. Their lack of attention caused them to bump into the walls several times, but it barely registered to Braxton. He adored the way Xander kissed him, loved that feeling of drowning while he completely lost himself in his alpha mate.

The urgency grew once they finally made it inside their room, and Braxton was already panting for breath. His cock flexed in anticipation while pre-cum seeped from the tip to stain the dark gray of his sweats. Keeping a firm grip on Xander’s neck, he locked his ankles around the man’s back and rocked his hips, rubbing his throbbing dick against Xander’s abs like a bitch in heat.

Undressing was a bit complicated, but between the two of them, they managed to divest most of their clothing without separating. Once on his feet, he shucked his sweats and shoved at Xander’s chest, sending him tumbling onto the mattress with a bounce.

He wanted to take his time, to make it last, but the intense wildfire raging inside him had short-circuited his brain. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, or maybe it was a warning. Either way, if he didn’t get inside Xander’s perfectly muscled ass soon, he was going to spontaneously combust.

In answer, Xander pulled his knees back to his chest, exposing his fluttering entrance to Braxton’s view. “Bring it on, Brax.”

Diving onto the bed, Braxton snatched the lube from the headboard, wiggled back down his mate’s body, and settled in between his thighs. His hands shook as he popped open the cap and coated his flingers with the slippery gel, and his muscles quivered with anticipation.

Fisting his lover’s thick length in one hand, he used his slick fingers to ring the guarding muscles of Xander’s opening. It had been months since he’d found himself in this position, and he didn’t want to do anything to screw it up. So he took deep breaths, trying to tame his runaway lust so that he could take the time to properly prepare his big, hunky warrior.

Xander’s head fell back against the mattress, and a deep growling groan vibrated through his chest when Braxton slipped his finger into the snug channel and began stroking the rigid cock in his fist. He worshiped the sensual look on his lover’s face when the man let go and lost himself in the erotic pleasure. His plump lips parted only slightly. Those striking brown eyes stared back at him, heavy-lidded and sparking with desire.

Inching back on his knees, Braxton bent from the waist, careful to keep his gaze locked with Xander’s as he wrapped his lips around the spongy crown and lapped at the translucent drops of pre-cum that beaded from the slit. Xander growled again and bowed his back, arching his hips up to push his length deeper into his mouth, and Braxton grinned around the turgid shaft.

Allowing his mate to have his way, he relaxed his jaw and opened his throat while he slipped in a second digit, twisting his wrist and scissoring his fingers inside Xander’s hot, silky channel. His own dick throbbed madly, jerking between his legs in a demand for attention.

“Do that thing with your tongue,” Xander ordered in breathless tones as he slipped his fingers through Braxton’s hair and tugged at the strands.

Smiling inwardly, Braxton dragged his lips down the hot shaft, allowing the crown to invade his throat. Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and stuck out his tongue, laving it over Xander’s smooth sac. While his partner moaned and writhed, Braxton took the opportunity to add a third finger and gave a sharp turn of his wrist.

“Stop.” Xander shuddered clear down to his toes and jerked on Braxton’s hair, forcing him off his glistening cock. “I’m not going to last.”

Braxton seconded that. Making his man happy always got his motor going, and he was already close without even having touched his own aching dick. Grabbing the lube from beside Xander’s hip, he coated his length quickly, rose to his knees, and positioned the tip at his mate’s tight, clenching star.

Digging his fingers into the backs of Xander’s thighs, he surged forward, moaning like a twenty-dollar whore as his cock was enveloped by hot, velvety walls. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he nearly came on the spot when Xander clenched his ass and rocked forward to meet him. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

Of course, Xander did it again, and this time, Braxton couldn’t keep the frail hold on his self-control. Snapping his hips, he drove into his mate over and over with a wild abandon that he couldn’t tame. Grunts and cries poured from his swollen lips, and his knuckles were white where he gripped Xander’s legs in a bruising grasp. His head spun, dizzy with all-consuming pleasure, and the pressure in his sac built, drawing his balls close to his body.

“Holy fuck,” Xander groaned as he gripped his swollen cock and began to pump in jerky, uncoordinated strokes. His back bowed once more, and a sound somewhere between a growl and purr erupted from his lips to echo off the walls of their room.

“Holy fuck” was right, and no matter how hard he tried, Braxton wasn’t going to last much