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

“Put your hands against the tiles and don’t move them.”

A sexy ripple rolled down Braxton’s spine, and a quiet moan echoed around the stall. Lifting his arms above his head, he pressed his palms flat to the cool wall and arched his hips, giving Xander more room to play.

Reaching for the lube they kept on the top shelf, Xander’s searching fingers encountered something long and rigid tucked into the corner behind the plastic bottle. Extracting it from its hiding place, he examined the thin vibrator in his hands with a raised eyebrow. “What exactly is this?”

“A vibrator,” Braxton answered, unabashed.

“I can see that. Why is it in the shower?”

“Well, you weren’t really up to doing the horizontal tango there for a while, and a guy has needs, ya know?” His hands were still resting on the tiles, but he’d straightened his spine so he could look over his shoulder. “I guess I forgot about it.”

It was a slap to his ego that he’d been unable to take care of his mate, but he’d brought it on himself. “Wow, I’m a dick.”

“You said it, not me.”

Xander popped his lover on the ass and tapped him on the chin with one finger. “Turn back around, baby.”

Kneeling to the floor, he balanced the rubber phallus on his thigh, gripped Braxton’s butt cheeks, and spread the plump globes to reveal his lover’s puckered entrance. Licking and nipping at Braxton’s backside, he worked his way inward and flicked the tip of his tongue over the fluttering pink muscles.

Braxton gasped and bucked against him, bowing his back to push his ass closer to Xander’s face. His thighs trembled, his hole contracted, and a sweet moan vibrated through his chest. “Holy fuck.”

The quiet cries and soft groans were music to his ears, and he craved the sounds his man made. While he swirled his tongue and prodded Braxton’s opening, he pressed the button on the side of the dildo until the toy buzzed at maximum intensity.

“So you like playing with toys, chulo?”

“Xander, what are…what are you doing?”

“Relax.” He pressed the tip of the vibrator to Braxton’s entrance, smirking when the guy cried out and shivered clear down to his toes. “Do you want more?” The flared head slipped inside, and Xander pumped it in minute nudges. “Huh, Braxton? Do you want more?”

“Yes.” The single word was drawn out in a strangled moan that made Xander’s pulse trip into overdrive.

His cock throbbed and jerked, dripping pre-cum down the helmet, and fire burned in his gut with an intensity that left him panting. It took every ounce of self-control he harbored to keep his movements easy and controlled as he thrust the dildo in and out of Braxton’s channel.

Twisting and pumping, he played Braxton like a fiddle, pushing him to the edge then backing off just before he could fall. Thrusting the sleek, black toy in long strokes, Xander scraped his teeth over Braxton’s hip and reached between his legs to grip his pulsing dick around the base.

“Don’t come.”

“Damn it, Xander!” Braxton whined.

He chuckled breathlessly while he extracted the toy, dropping it to the shower floor and snatching the waterproof lube from the shelf. Then he coated his cock with a generous amount of the gel, spun Braxton around, and lifted him off his feet. Curling his elbows under his lover’s knees, Xander spread him wide as he anchored him to the wall.

“Little help?”

Braxton insinuated a hand between their slippery bodies to fist Xander’s cock and lined the tip up with his opening. “Please,” he begged. “I’m fucking close.”

He’d barely touched himself, but Xander was feeling the same high. He surged into Braxton’s fiery depths, growling right from his belly as the tight walls enveloped him, sucking him deeper into his mate’s channel. Bracing his palms on the tiles, he buried his face against Braxton’s neck and unleashed the primal need within him.

Grunts and moans mingled together in an erotic symphony as he plunged into Braxton’s core, stretching his inner walls and searching out the bundle of nerves that would send his partner over the moon. Blunt fingernails dragged over his shoulders and down his arms, creating a stinging bite of pain that only served to spike his adrenaline and elevate his lust. Each hard, demanding thrust sent electricity spiraling along his spine to pool in his tightening sac.

His biceps bulged where he held up Braxton’s weight, and his thighs quivered with his impending orgasm. Heat started in his lower back and melted outward to encompass the rest of his body. Blood rushed to his aching cock, causing it to swell and pulse within Braxton’s viselike grip. His canines elongated, his vision dimmed at the edges, and the world around them faded away.

A loud, garbled cry echoed around them, and Braxton writhed on his cock as he stiffened, pumping ropes of creamy lava between their damp bodies. His snug tunnel constricted, grasping Xander in an iron grip that made his head spin with delirium.

Keeping Braxton steady with one arm, he fisted his other hand and pounded it against the wall with an animalistic roar that could probably be heard clear to the main gates of the coven. His heartbeat quickened to dangerous speeds, he couldn’t catch his breath, and his insides burned as the pressure built in his too-tight sac.

When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, everything meshed together and exploded, sending him careening headlong into an orgasm so intense he wasn’t sure he’d survive it. Grunts, growls, groans, and cries poured from his mouth as he snapped his hips, driving into his mate and releasing a torrent of hot, sticky cum to fill Braxton’s depths.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it.” Braxton slumped against his chest and panted. “That was amazing.”

They still enjoyed a strong sexual relationship, but sometime in the last year, some of the passion and intensity had ebbed away, especially since moving to Wyoming. Their busy schedules kept them apart more often, and when