Four-Letter Words Evans, Gabrielle (best detective novels of all time .TXT) 📖

“Here, let me help you with that.”

That was all the warning he received before Zasha lunged for him, leaping off the bed to tackle him to the floor. What little clothing remained was shredded and tossed unceremoniously about the room.

Sprawled on his back, Thane dug his fingers into the carpet and roared. Everything ceased to exist, and his entire world centered on the soft, moist heat of his lover’s mouth surrounding the tip of his cock. Dropping his head back to the floor with a thud, he released his hold on the carpet, tangled his fingers in Zasha’s hair, and arched up into the man’s mouth.

Long fingers bit into his hips, and Zasha growled, pinning Thane down with supernatural strength. His cheeks hollowed when he increased the suction on Thane’s cock, bending his neck to drag his stretched lips along the length.

Zasha bobbed his head in a steady tempo, but his eyes never left Thane’s, holding his gaze with hypnotic intensity. As his chosen, Zasha couldn’t compel him, but Thane imagined the effects were similar. His lover held his undivided attention, and in that moment, he’d give anything, say anything, or do anything Zasha required of him.

Popping off of Thane’s cock with a naughty slurp, Zasha tilted his head to the side and grinned. “What were you saying about my mouth?”

“I fucking love it,” Thane answered automatically. Gods, he was completely under the vampire’s spell, and he couldn’t imagine a better place to be.

A single finger stroked his scrotum with loving caresses before Zasha tugged sharply at his pressure-filled sac. “It’s not nice to tease, is it, Thane?”

A rumbled groan rolled through his chest, and he arched his hips off the floor. He wasn’t about to let Zasha win so easily, though. “Oh, I don’t know.” Taking his slick cock in one hand, he held it upright, shaking the tip at his lover. “It seems to be working out in my favor so far.” When Zasha didn’t rise to the bait, Thane lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, though every cell in his body screamed at him to shut up and just give in to whatever his lover wanted. “Well, if you’re not interested—”

He didn’t get to finish the taunt before Zasha was on top of him, straddling his hips and snarling like a feral animal. “Mine!”

Thane had been about to say he’d take care of himself if Zasha didn’t want to help. He was pretty certain that wasn’t how the guy had interpreted his partial statement, though. There was a wild, untamed light in his eyes, telling Thane this wasn’t a game anymore.

He didn’t know exactly what had triggered Zasha to snap, but he had the feeling that this little meltdown had been building for a while. No one just suddenly took a leap into Crazy Town without prior provocation. This wasn’t the typical possessiveness or assertion of dominance he’d witnessed with his brothers’ mates, and Lynk was mated to a highly territorial werewolf.

Zasha, however, had traveled somewhere much deeper, much darker, and Thane wasn’t even sure if the vampire recognized him anymore. He wasn’t afraid, knew his mate would never hurt him, but he did worry about the damage this episode could do to their relationship. This loss of control was the very thing Zasha had feared would happen, and when he came out of his fugue, there was no telling how he’d react.

“Yes, baby.” Thane kept his voice calm and soothing. “I’m yours.” He lifted his hand, intending to bring it to Zasha’s cheek, but his lover caught him around the wrist and pinned his arm back to the floor.

“Mine!”

There was no sign of the man he knew in Zasha’s twisted expression and snarling demeanor, but Thane knew his lover wasn’t completely gone. He just needed to pull him back from whatever abyss had consumed him. “Zasha, look at me. There’s no one else here. It’s just us. Everything is okay.”

He would have said more, but Zasha chose that moment to strike, embedding his canines into the soft tissue of Thane’s neck.

Chapter Seven

Rich and sweet, Thane’s life-giving essence bathed his tongue and flowed down his throat. His mate, and only his mate, could give him what he needed, what he craved. Right then, the thing Zasha yearned for the most was to mark his lover, to stamp his personal signature into Thane’s skin for everyone to see.

Every swallow brought a semblance of normalcy back to his fractured mind. From the moment Thane had walked into his bedroom, Zasha had been living in two coexisting realms. Fluctuating between two completely different worlds, he’d been unsure of which was the true reality.

Sometimes, Thane had long, golden hair that flowed over his shoulder and down his chest. Then Zasha would blink, and his mate’s hair transformed into shorter locks that spiked out in all directions. One minute, they were curled together on the floor in front of a fireplace with only the flickering flames to illuminate the area around them. The next moment, the room dissolved, thrusting him into a harshly lit setting where he stretched alone across a mattress.

It wasn’t only his perception of reality that changed, either. When he was Zasha Gershwin, member of the Snake River Coven, he was happy, playful, and fully engaged in bringing Thane as much pleasure as possible. When his mind flowed into the room with the fireplace, however, he wasn’t sure who he was, but he was pissed. It was anger like he’d never felt before, a fury so overwhelming it was almost crippling.

At some point, his two worlds had collided, blending into one confusing and disorienting reality. He couldn’t be certain what Thane had said to set him off, couldn’t recall that words that had been spoken before he’d lost his mind and bit the guy. The conversation he’d heard in his head, however, finally pushed him over the edge.