Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

right direction.”
    “Yes, love, you are the master of subtlety.”
    The kiss was rough, demanding, and full of desire. Brock’s tongue dipped into his mouth, twining and sliding with his own, silently commanding that Koba give him everything. More than happy to submit to his alpha but unwilling to be totally passive, Koba let his hands explore, mapping out the dips and valley created by his mate’s rock-hard muscles.
    Rolling to his back, he sighed into Brock’s mouth when the man followed, insinuating himself between Koba’s legs and covering him with his slightly larger body. There was only one feeling in the world that Koba loved more than being surrounded by Brock, and if he played his cards right, he was about to feel that, too.
    The distinct click of a bottle cap opening sounded unusually loud in the dark room. A moment later, two slippery fingers found his opening, skimming the fluttering muscles before pushing inside to the second knuckle.
    “Where?” Koba panted, unable to get more than the single word through his kiss-swollen lips.
    “Bathroom. Body oil.”
    Well, that answered the question of the mysterious lube, and Koba’s brain shut down, allowing him to simply enjoy the feel of Brock’s mouth moving against his and the thick digits sawing in and out of his channel. Seemingly satisfied with his preparations, Brock eased away, extracting his fingers and sitting up on his knees.
    “Hands over your head.”
    Koba complied at once, his insides burning with lust until his skin flushed and his muscles vibrated. The flat, one-piece headboard didn’t offer him anything to hold on to, so he simply rotated his forearms and pressed his palms flat against the smooth wood. The look Brock leveled on him was so full of fire that Koba was surprised the room didn’t suddenly erupt into flames.
    Koba’s cock rested heavy on his lower abs, pulsing with each beat of his heart and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum from the slit. His sac tightened, his hole clenched in anticipation, and the world around him disappeared.
    Fisting his long, thick shaft in one hand, Brock positioned the tip of his cock at Koba’s entrance, nudging against the loosened muscles with steady pressure. Once the flared crown popped through the guarding ring, he paused momentarily, giving Koba time to adjust to the invasion before slamming inside until he was buried to the root.
    A long, strangled groan rumbled inside Koba’s chest and up through his parted lips. The burn was minimal as his inner walls stretched wide to accommodate the massive girth, but he craved the sensation, always looked forward to it. Brock retreated slowly, leaving Koba feeling empty and bereft. When only the very tip remained encased inside his yielding body, Brock drove home again.
    His lover repeated the move several times, and each forceful plunge pushed Koba closer to the edge of no return. A dewy sheen of sweat coated his skin as his internal temperature spiked and his heart raced out of control.
    No words were spoken, none were needed, and as the tempo increased, only the sounds of their labored breathing and quiet groans echoed around the room. When Brock fisted Koba’s aching cock, stroking him from base to tip in time with his thrusts, Koba’s vision dimmed, his muscles tensed, and tiny explosions detonated inside his body.
    Rivers of pearly semen spurted from his slit, painting his chest and stomach. His inner muscles convulsed, strangling Brock’s dick. His mate’s movements became jerky and uncoordinated, his large frame shuddered, and fiery, wet heat filled Koba’s channel until he overflowed.
    Sticky and exhausted, they slumped together, Koba holding his lover to his chest as he willed his heartbeat to slow and his senses to return. Brock’s arms slid beneath him, squeezing him tightly as he peppered little kisses down the side of Koba’s neck. “Everything is going to be okay,” Brock promised.
    It was probably true, but Koba didn’t believe