Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (best desktop ebook reader txt) 📕

Something moved near the banks of the pond, and Zavion  couldn’t resist going to investigate.  “Hey, what’s that?”  Whatever it  was, it beat the hell out of trying to catch fish in his mouth and having  them basically laugh in his face.

“Zavion, no!” Cian jumped up from his place under a big leafless  tree and began running toward him. “Don’t!”

It was too late, though. Yelping madly, Zavion reared back and  began shaking his head, whining and barking at the snapping turtle  clamped down on his nose.  When jerking his head around like an idiot  didn’t do any good—the turtle just flopped right along with him—he  dropped to the dirt and began pawing at the little bastard.

“Cian, get it off! It hurts! Ugh! I changed my mind. I really hate  nature.”

His mate looked like he was having a hell of a time containing his laughter as he knelt beside Zavion. In short order, he had the turtle

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removed and tossed back into the water, but his shoulders were still

shaking, and his face was a brilliant shade of red.

Zavion, however, found nothing funny about the situation.  Covering his muzzle with his front paws, he whimpered pathetically  while his nose continued to ache and burn.  “Where is your  compassion? Go kick that turtle’s ass for impugning my honor.”

Well, that did it. Cian fell back on his butt as he roared with

unrestrained laughter that echoed through the trees around them. “Oh,  my poor pup. Has your dignity been stripped away, then?”

“Yes, along with part of my nose.”

“Zavion, it’s not even bleedin’,” Cian informed him through his  chuckles. “Come here, and let’s  see it.”

Crawling forward on his belly, Zavion lifted his head to Cian’s knee and looked up at his mate with as much misery as he could

muster.  “It hurts.” It was the truth, but he might be playing it up just  a bit to get sympathy from his mate.

“Aww, would ya like me to kiss it better?”

Shifting back to his human skin, Zavion plopped himself into his  lover’s lap with a big, cheesy grin. “Yes, please.” His nose had  already stopped hurting, and the turtle was long forgotten. Well,  maybe not completely forgotten, but he’d deal with the little bugger  later. “One of us is overdressed for the occasion, Mr. Murphy, and it  isn’t me.”

They’d already had a nice tangle in the sheets earlier, but he couldn’t get enough of his gorgeous mate. Destin had said nothing

strenuous for twenty-four hours, but how was he supposed to resist  when Cian showed up in his room half naked and carrying a single  red rose? It had been the most romantic thing anyone had ever done  for him, and he’d repaid  the favor with great enthusiasm.

Plus, he felt better than fine, so he didn’t really think that Destin’s  rules applied to him.

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With a playful growl, Cian locked his arms around Zavion’s back like steel bands and rolled him to the ground, hovering above him ashe insinuated himself between Zavion’s legs. “How do you feel?”

“Never better.” Luckily, he’d escaped the minor operation with only a headache, and even that had disappeared with a couple of  Advil. “Stop being all protective and kiss me like you mean it.”

The cold grass beneath him seeped into his skin, but Cian’s heat chased away any chill. The tangle of their tongues started a wildfire in his belly, and each sensual glide only stoked the flames higher. Before the kiss ended, Zavion was moaning into his lover’s mouth and rocking his hips, rubbing his hard cock over Cian’s cotton T-shirt.

The last rays of sun shone down on them, lighting the small clearing and gleaming off of Cian’s ebony locks.  The scrape of his lover’s facial hair tickled his belly as Cian kissed down his torso, making  his way to Zavion’s jutting cock.

Cian licked and nibbled along his hip bone, the crease of his thigh, and swirled his tongue around Zavion’s tight sac before working his way up to the opposite hip. The teasing was delicious torture, ratcheting Zavion’s lust until he was almost delirious with need.

When soft, moist lips surrounded the head of his erection, his shoulders rose up from the ground, and he almost came then and there. A tight grip around the base of his cock prevented him from embarrassing himself, but he couldn’t stop the wild moans from pouring through his lips.

Tight, wet, and indescribably pleasurable, Cian’s mouth worked up and down his throbbing shaft, sucking in more of Zavion’s length with each bob of his head. Long, talented fingers fondled his balls and skimmed his perineum, adding more sensations designed to push him closer to the edge.

His orgasm built, tightening his abs and sending electrical currents up his spine, but just when release was within his grasp, Cian pulled off his cock with a naughty slurp. His glistening, swollen lips curled up at the corners in a devilish smile that only made Zavion pant

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harder. Whatever his lover had planned, it was sure to involve all

kinds of naughty, erotic pleasure.

“So eager,” he cooed, stroking Zavion’s sides in barely-there

caresses.

Unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down, Cian parted the flaps and pushed the denim down his hips until his thick, dripping cock sprang free. A bottle of lube was extracted from his pocket, and he took his time, slicking his length as he stared into Zavion’s eyes with heat and passion.

Unable to take any more teasing, Zavion sprang up from the grass and dove at his lover. Tackling Cian to his back, he straddled the man’s hips and grabbed his shaft at the root, positioning the tip at his

eager entrance.

“Zavion, wait.”

He didn’t want to wait, though. Letting out a deep breath, he relaxed every muscle in his body as he slowly lowered over Cian, impaling himself on his lover’s cock. It was a tight fit—it always

was—but the intense pressure and slight burn only increased his  pleasure, as did the strangled groan that rumbled through Cian’s chest  as he arched