Jaded [The Moonlight Breed 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (best free novels txt) 📕

Spiro ran his tongue across his own fangs, anticipating the sweet victory of finally claiming the little fox. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to mark Zuriel and drown him in his scent.

His cock ached and throbbed, begging for release with each demanding plunge into his lover’s depths. The muscles in his thighs quivered, his fingers dug into the flesh at Zuriel’s hips, and his sac tightened, drawing his balls closer to his body.

“Lirimaer…”

Opening his eyes, Zuriel’s gaze fixed on Spiro’s canines, and without being told what to do, he smiled in acceptance and tilted his head to the side, baring the side of his neck in submission. The act tripped Spiro’s lust into overdrive, and his growl reverberated throughout the room as he struck hard, embedding his canines into the smooth, supple skin.

Bucking and moaning, Zuriel’s knees squeezed his waist, and ropes of creamy seed erupted from his slit, spilling into the marginal space between them. “Spiro!”

Confident that his bite was deep enough for all to see, Spiro extracted his canines, but he didn’t make it far before Zuriel grabbed his neck and jerked him forward again, biting into his shoulder with a needy groan.

“Mine.”

The muffled snarl was sexy as sin, and the bite he delivered was exhilarating. Unable to maintain his self-control for even a second longer, Spiro slammed his fist against the wall and roared through his orgasm, shaking and shuddering as he filled his mate’s depths with reams of heated semen.

Spiro could sense their connection growing stronger as though some invisible seamstress was busy knitting their hearts, minds, and souls together with an unbreakable thread. Their heartbeats synchronized. Their breaths came in the same shallow gasps. Even as Zuriel rolled his head to the left, Spiro felt himself leaning to the right.

It was the most intense thing he’d ever felt, more pleasurable than even the greatest sex, and he never wanted it to end.

“We are so doing that again.”

The contented, well-fucked smile on Zuriel’s lips was humorous, but Spiro imagined he wore a similar expression. Hearing his mate’s thoughts inside his head as if they were his own would take some getting used to, but he loved that he had this special bond with Zuriel that only they shared.

“And again and again and again,” he sent back through their link, and then out loud, “I love you, Zuriel.”

“I know. I can feel it. I can feel everything.” Zuriel purred and humped against Spiro’s groin again. “I love you, too, handsome.”

If someone had told him just a few months ago that he’d be settling down in his old home with a new mate and presiding over the island as king, he’d have laughed in their faces and offered his services as a psychologist. Now, however, he couldn’t picture his life any other way.

There would always be obstacles—his mother would be a big one—but they’d overcome them together. Spiro had confidence that given time, Zuriel could win over the lioness. She wasn’t a bad person in the traditional sense. She was just selfish and a little too invested in her status. Now that he was back to stay, they’d work on her attitude.

Being home, surrounded by his family, Spiro realized something he’d forgotten a long time ago. It wasn’t the place that mattered. It was the people. This was his home, not because he’d been born there, but because it was where his heart lived. He’d keep the people he loved close, because that was what home truly meant, and the gods help anyone who tried to harm his family.

“Spiro?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we have a dance party in the kitchen?”

“Uh, yes.” What an odd question. “This is your home now, too. You can do whatever you want, wherever you want. If you want to paint an entire room purple and douse it in glitter, I won’t stop you.”

“Don’t tell Jacobi that.” Zuriel released his grip and slid to the floor with a snicker. “Okay. I was just checking. Oh, and, Spiro?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful lilt and teasing light in Zuriel’s eyes. “Yes, Zuri?”

“I’m glad you didn’t give up on me, even though I was broken and jaded.”

Considering he’d been just as damaged, just as jaded about love and loyalty, Spiro figured they were a pretty good match. “I could say the same to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Oh, his life was going to be eventful. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I finally get it.” His eyebrows drew together, and he kneaded the flesh on Spiro’s sides as he spoke. “I don’t have to be perfect or have a spotless past. This is me. This is who I am, and I can’t change that. You look at me and see past all my flaws, and that’s all that really matters. So, I guess, thank you for saving me. I promise to return the favor one day.”

Since Spiro had expected him to smirk and say something sarcastic, the declaration left him speechless for several seconds. Normally, he had no trouble finding the words to express himself, but everything that came to him now sounded trite and trivial. In the end, he decided to just go with the short, simple truth.

“You already have.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gabrielle Evans grew up in a small town in southern Oklahoma. We are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week. She married her high school sweetheart and the rest is pretty much history. They have two very active boys and one high-strung wiener dog that keeps her constantly on the go. For now, she parks her car in central Indiana, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Gabrielle believes in love at first sight, falling hard and fast, taking chances, and grabbing your happy-ever-after with both hands. Most importantly, she believes that a great cup of coffee can cure anything.

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