Flawless Evans, Gabrielle (ebook smartphone .txt) 📖

After letting that digest for a few seconds, Lynk dipped his head in understanding and rolled out of bed. The instant he was on his feet, so were his sweatpants, slipping off his hips and pooling on the carpet around his ankles.

“Well, good morning to you as well,” Kieran teased him, but Lynk didn’t miss the fire in his eyes or the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Neither did a thing to cool the ardor he felt thrumming through his body. Just by being so close to his mate, his cock was already hard and weeping. Now that Kieran was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, Lynk’s dick jerked and his balls squeezed tight to his body, practically begging for attention.

Emotionally, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Kieran. His soul bond with the man kept getting in the way and muddling everything.

Carnally, however, he’d never wanted anyone more. Possessive, commanding, confident—Kieran was all the things he liked in a man rolled up in one incredibly tantalizing package.

“We need to get you some clothes that will fit,” Kieran said, shaking himself and looking away from Lynk’s groin.

Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, Lynk jerked them back up his hips and held them cinched together with both hands. “All of my things are in Casper.” He didn’t have much, just a couple pairs of jeans and a handful of T-shirts, but there hadn’t been a lot of time for things like shopping since he’d been rescued from the eagle-shifters.

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“Where did you come from? I mean, before you were kidnapped, where did you live? Do you have things that we need to have sent here?”

“No!” Lynk bit his lip and blushed clear to the tips of his ears.

“I…I, umm, everything I have is in Casper.” It wasn’t technically a lie. None of the things in that big house on Lake Erie belonged to him.

“We have a cache of extra clothes, shoes, and shit like that over in the dorms.” Kieran rolled out of bed and plodded to the bathroom, not even looking at Lynk. “We never know when people will show up with nothing more than the clothes on their backs—and sometimes not even that much. You can borrow what you need.” Lynk’s heart beat a little faster at the detached tone in his mate’s voice. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done, or what had happened, but it was obvious that Kieran was less than happy with him. Taking a deep breath to gather his courage, he shuffled into the bathroom, pausing just inside the doorway.

The shower was already running, beating against the porcelain bottom of the tub while Kieran stripped out of his clothes, his back to Lynk the entire time. With his heightened senses, he had to know Lynk was there, yet he made no show of acknowledgement.

“Did I do something to make you angry?”

“No.” Stepping into the shower, Kieran closed the door with enough force to rattle the glass. “Just wait in the living room, and I’ll take you over to the dorms when I’m finished.” Indecision swarmed him. Should he do as he’d been told and leave Kieran to himself? Or should he make a bold move, step into that shower, and demand to know what was going on? It wasn’t in his nature to be aggressive or forward, but he hated the cramp in his stomach from the thought that Kieran could be unhappy with him for any reason.

Acting on instinct, he dropped his sweats, stepped out of them, and slid the door back to reveal Kieran’s wet, tanned, naked backside.

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The werewolf tensed, but said nothing to discourage him, so Lynk stepped into the shower, closed the door, and waited. When Kieran still wouldn’t turn and look at him, Lynk thought he was going to throw up.

Instead, he grabbed the liquid soap from the shelf, poured a generous amount into his palm, and warmed it before lathering it over Kieran’s back. Ignoring everything else, he focused on the soft skin and tight muscles beneath his palms, scrubbing his mate’s shoulders, back, hips, and his gloriously firm ass.

Grabbing more soap, he once again let it warm in his hands before crouching down to wash each of Kieran’s legs, starting with his massive thighs and moving down to his surprisingly slender ankles.

Then he tugged on his mate’s wrist, pleased when Kieran turned to face him, but feeling a slight pang when he kept his eyes closed.

Repeating the routine, Lynk stroked and cleaned Kieran’s shoulders, chest, abs, down each thigh, and quickly and clinically made a pass over his hard cock and tight sac. “I can’t reach your hair,” he whispered.

Without a word or opening his eyes, Kieran knelt in the tub, sitting back on his heels and resting his hands in his lap. It hurt to see him like that, but Lynk knocked away the guilt that threatened to undo him and began working the shampoo through Kieran’s short hair, taking the time to massage his scalp and temples.

“Lean your head back, please.”

Kieran did as asked, and Lynk quickly rinsed the suds away, lingering just a little longer than necessary because he couldn’t bring himself to release the man just yet. When he finally made himself step away, he was halted by Kieran’s hands on his hips.

“Be still,” Kieran commanded, his voice deep and raspy. Lynk’s body obeyed without conscious decision on his part.

Kieran nuzzled against his stomach, rubbing his cheek over the jumping muscles before placing a soft kiss on Lynk’s belly button.

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and dragging him closer. After skimming his nose up Lynk’s chest, inhaling deeply the entire way, Kieran followed the trail back down, laving wet, open-mouth kisses over his slick skin.

“You will not lie to me.” It wasn’t a request. There was a hard, demanding undercurrent