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

There hadn’t been a lot of time for just the two of them lately, but when they could steal a few quality moments, they both worked extra hard to make them count. “I’ll give you a head start.” Thane knew he couldn’t outrun his mate, but he didn’t care. It was all about the chase.

“Okay, lover boy, catch me if you can.” Jogging backward for a few feet, Zasha blew kisses and waved his hands, doing all he could to goad Thane into action. “Thane, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Really, Zash?” Thane halfway expected the guy to stick his tongue out and stomp his foot.

“Fine.” Then he sprinted straight at Thane, jumping into his arms and knocking them both to the ground. Laughing his fool head off, he rained kisses over Thane’s face and nipped at the side of his neck. “You win.”

“And what do I win?” The answer wasn’t important. Thane already knew the reward he wanted, and he fully intended to claim his prize.

“You have that look.” Zasha shook his head and tried to roll away, but Thane encircled the vampire’s waist with his arms and held tight. “Thane, no.” His grin was still in place, though, and he wasn’t struggling to get free. “I know what you’re thinking. We can’t do that here.”

“Do what?” Thane blinked innocently. “I’m not doing anything.” With just a few whispered words under his breath, Thane willed their clothes away. On occasion, he’d cursed the legacy he’d been born to, but then there were time like these when he couldn’t imagine a life without magic.

“Thane!” Zasha gasped, whipping his head one way and then the other, presumably to check for anyone in the vicinity. “Someone is going to see us!”

“Let them watch.” Keeping a firm hold on Zasha’s waist with one arm, Thane rolled his lover beneath him and pressed their naked cocks together. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” He flexed his hips, grinding himself against Zasha’s erection. “This says you don’t.”

A garbled moan was Zasha’s only verbal response as he looped his arms around Thane’s neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. “You are bad.”

“You love it.”

Thane adored everything about his Infinity, and he had no desire to change the man. However, he knew there was a hellcat that lurked beneath the cool, controlled exterior. Thane also knew that only he could bring that side of his mate to the surface, and if the knowledge made him a bit arrogant, well, he figured he’d earned the bragging rights.

There had been no ulterior motive when they’d left the house, but when opportunity came knocking, Thane wasn’t about to slam the door on it. He would have preferred to take his time teasing and tormenting his lover before finally sending him over the edge into sweet oblivion. Unfortunately, he’d come ill-prepared for that approach.

Once again, he found himself immensely grateful for his gifts. During his teenage years, when his hormones had raged on overdrive during every waking hour, he’d spent a lot of time perfecting a variety of spells, all sexual in nature. Hell, he doubted there was a single pubescent witch who hadn’t.

Still, there were just some things that could only be gained with experience. Knowing Zasha melted into a puddle of goo from a brush of lips across his nape hadn’t come from his magic. Thane knew because he paid attention to his partner, read his body language, and took his cues from Zasha’s responses. No amount of power could give him the gasping moans or soft pleading he craved, and Thane figured that was the way it should be.

Capturing Zasha’s mouth in a hard, demanding kiss, he insinuated a hand between them to fondle his lover’s tight sac and skim a finger along his perineum. Their tongues tangled in a sensual glide, twining at the tips before retreating, and Thane momentarily forgot what he’d been doing when his head started to spin. Gods, he could kiss this man all day.

Rocking his hips and arching his back, Zasha writhed beneath him, rubbing his dripping cock over Thane’s abs. “Please, please, please.” The chanting was followed by another delicious moan, and Zasha flexed his slender legs around Thane’s waist, clearly seeking more friction.

Thane skimmed a dry finger along his lover’s crease and parted his cheeks, intending only to tease. He certainly hadn’t been prepared for the smooth, slippery glide, or the way Zasha’s hungry ass sucked his fingers in, surrounding them in silky heat.

“You planned this,” he accused, feigning indignation. Truthfully, he was impressed. He hadn’t though his man had it in him to be so aggressive. “You sneaky little shit.”

“You love it,” Zasha responded through panted breaths, echoing Thane’s earlier words.

Gripping the base of his throbbing length, Thane lined the tip up with Zasha’s slick, loosened entrance and surged forward, encasing himself to the base in one smooth glide. Captivated by the gorgeous creature sprawled beneath him, Thane was momentarily paralyzed as he watched the rays of moonlight dance over Zasha’s pale skin. He looked more like an angel than a vampire, and Thane realized how truly blessed he was.

Their lovemaking was tender and unhurried, yet it lacked none of their usual passion. Their gazes locked and held, suspending them in one perfect moment of time. As he thrust into Zasha’s firm, supple body in long, languid strokes, Thane lost himself. He no longer knew where he stopped and his mate began. His entire world didn’t just revolve around the man in his arms. Zasha was his entire world.

The intensity grew, though the tempo remained steady, and when Thane tumbled over the edge, Zasha fell with him. The orgasm rocked him, zinging unadulterated pleasure to every inch of his body. Ropes of hot, creamy seed erupted from his throbbing cock to spill into Zasha’s convulsing channel, but Thane barely noticed.

Watching the beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain that covered his lover’s face,