Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Gabrielle Evans (white hot kiss TXT) 📖

“I love you.”

All the aggravation he had about Demitrius babying him ebbed away, and Oscar felt all warm and gooey inside. It wasn’t fair in the least. He had every right to his irritation. They weren’t just words, though. He could feel the love his mate had for him wafting off the guy like a tangible force. “Let’s get this meeting over with and you can show me how much.”

Oscar’s laughter rang throughout the dorm as Demitrius lunged across the room, scooped him up, and bolted out the door. No one questioned that Demitrius was bigger, stronger, and ultimately more badass than him. Still, it was good to know that even warriors like his mate had their weaknesses. Being that one weakness was just a candy-coated bonus.

Chapter Thirteen

This had better work.

It had been nearly a week since the accident, and, though caring and attentive as always, Demitrius still refused to touch him except for barely there kisses and light cuddles. Those things were nice, but Oscar wanted the man to take him to bed and fuck him through the mattress.

Keeton and Braxton were all for the plan. Both had been through similar situations where their overprotective mates had coddled them rather than giving them what they really wanted. So after a shower, a little primping courtesy of Keeton, and some help getting his wrists secured to the headboard with two bright silk scarves, he hoped he presented an irresistible temptation for his lover.

“Demitrius, I’m stuck.”

“Again?” the shifter answered through their mental bond. “How many times do you have to see yourself shift? I’m still in a meeting with Blaise at the other dorm, sweet baby. Can you get someone else to help you?”

Well, hell. What was he supposed to do now? That stupid meeting should have ended forever ago. Desperate times called for desperate measures, because he definitely wasn’t going to stay tied to the bed waiting for another hour until Demitrius could get to him. “I really need you, love. Please, Demitrius. I can’t move.”

“Are you okay? What happened?” Oscar winced at the concern in Demitrius’s voice. “I’m coming. Be still and don’t move.”

“No problem with that,” Oscar sent back without thinking.

The front door of the dorm banged open, and booted feet stomped down the hallway. “Oscar! Where are you? Baby, answer me!”

“In here!”

A heartbeat later, the bedroom door flew open, and Demitrius rushed inside as though the hounds of hell were on his heels. Stumbling to a stop almost immediately, his eyes traveled over Oscar’s body from the top of his styled hair to the tips of his painted toes. Unfortunately, he didn’t look very pleased about what he was seeing.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he accused. “Are you serious? This was the big emergency? What the fuck, Oscar?”

His heart fell, his stomach rolled uncomfortably, and Oscar turned his head away. This had completely blown up in his face, and he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment and anger on his lover’s face. “Can you untie me, please?”

“No.”

Though the rebuff was stated firmly, Oscar could hear the smile in Demitrius’s voice. A rustling sound at the foot of the bed drew his attention. There stood his mate, breathtakingly nude and smirking down at him. “What?” Oscar asked in confusion, sure he was missing something fairly important.

“I told you what would happen if you ever scared me like that again.” Placing his knees on the mattress, Demitrius prowled up Oscar’s body until they were face-to-face, their heated flesh pressing together in all the right places. “Maybe you need to be punished so you’ll remember the rules next time.”

“Punished?” Oscar swallowed hard and bobbed his head numbly. He wasn’t sure what kind of reprimand Demitrius had in mind for him, but his body thrummed with pent-up desire, and his cock swelled to the point of pain at the idea. “I’m really sorry, love.”

“I’m sure you are. I’m not letting you off the hook that easily, though.” The love shining from his eyes and the tender way he stroked Oscar’s side were a direct contradiction to his words, but Oscar was more than willing to play the game.

“Tell me what to do to make it up to you.”

A hard, crushing kiss was his only answer. Their tongues swirled together, twining and separating, driving his lust higher until his skin burned with it. The scarves around his wrist gave way, allowing his hands to fall to the mattress, but Oscar didn’t have time to be disappointed.

With a primal growl, Demitrius sat up and grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over to his stomach and hoisting his ass into the air. “Oh, gods.” The words were somewhere between a breath and a whimper, and Oscar smiled into his pillow.

The neon pink, glittery butt plug wiggled around in his hole as Demitrius manipulated it from the base. The rubber ridges along the shaft raked over the sensitive muscles guarding his entrance as Demitrius pumped the toy in slow, measured movements.

“You interrupted an important meeting,” Demitrius said almost casually. “That’s one.”

Oscar didn’t have time to ask what “one” was. A hard, stinging swat landed on his upturned ass, sending heat radiating straight to his cock. Biting into his pillow to mute his cry of ecstasy, he gripped the sheets in both fists, shuddering through the intense pleasure.

“You lied to me,” Demitrius continued. “That’s two.” His open palm landed on Oscar’s other cheek as he pushed the plug deep into his channel to rub against his prostate. “Someone had to tie you up, which meant someone other than me saw you naked.” Smack! “You almost made my heart stop beating twice.” Smack! Smack! “How many is that, sweet baby?”

Demitrius wanted him to think? His ass burned, his dripping dick throbbed angrily, and his head was floating somewhere above his body. The toy pumped in and out of him continuously, harder, faster, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of no return.

“I asked you a question. How many is that?” Smack!