Hagen, Lynn - Remi's Pup [Brac Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Remi’s hand.
    “Do you accept me as your mate, Andrew?”
    “Yes, Remington.” Drew moaned.
    Remi struck, his canines sinking into Drew’s shoulder, Drew’s orgasm pulsing out stronger.
    Remi could feel his soul merging with Drew’s. His life ribbons unwound and tangled with his mate’s, and their heartbeats synchronized as he felt Drew’s lust consume him. They were bound mates now. Drew would be by his side until they died of old age. Hopefully, no sooner.
    Remi threw his head back as he roared his release, thrusting harder, deeper. His body jerked as his balls were emptied. He licked the wound closed as he collapsed over Drew’s back.
    “You’re…heavy.”
    Remi laughed as he pulled Drew against him, spooning his mate as his softening cock still lay inside him. He pulled the covers over them, snuggling down for the night.

    * * * *

    Drew lay on the bed drooling as he watched Remi pull on a charcoal grey V-neck sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Fuck, he was hot. He wanted to drop to his knees in front of his mate and worship him.
    “Horny again, pup?” Remi chuckled.
    They had made love three more times during the night. Drew never seeming to get enough. Drew wanted to use Remi as his new choice of drug. Remi should be fine with that. Sex was a much healthier outlet.
    Drew threw a pillow at Remi, embarrassed that Remi could feel the lust running through him. Now that they were mated, Remi would feel what he felt when in close proximity.
    Remi walked the pillow back over to the bed, giving Drew a heated kiss. “Get dressed, babe. Gotta fuel our bodies between sexcapades.” He winked at Drew.
    Drew quickly dressed and headed downstairs behind his mate, happy for the first time in a very long while. He would follow Remi anywhere.
    He stopped at the bottom of the steps, his smile dropping from his face as he spotted Oliver. Drew didn’t want the guy ruining his happy moment. He didn’t want a confrontation. Oliver had become the bane in everyone’s existence since his arrival. He never had anything nice to say, always reminding the mates that they were faggots. Why Micah didn’t just shoot him was anybody’s guess.
    Remi had already disappeared around the corner. Damn, he was trapped. Drew turned to race back up the steps before anything foul dropped out of the man’s mouth. Too late.
    “Running to get your next fix?” Oliver snarled at him.
    Drew kept going, throwing his hand over his mouth as he raced into his bedroom, straight into the bathroom, vomiting.
    He lay on the floor crying and shaking as the craving slammed into him full force.

    * * * *

    Remi noticed Drew wasn’t behind him. He took the stairs back up to their bedroom as a clenching pain gripped his chest. His palm slammed over his sternum as he tried to catch his breath. What was wrong with him? He quickly realized that it wasn’t him. It was Drew.
    He ran into the room to find Drew shaking on the bathroom floor, a foul odor stinging his nose. Remi pulled Drew up in his arms, clenching him to his chest.
    “What is it, Drew? What happened?” Remi felt like claws were scraping at his skin, digging in and biting. Was this what his mate felt when his withdrawals hit him? God, how did Drew manage to stay sane?
    “Oliver.”
    Remi threw his head back and howled. Anger tore threw him. That was it. He had had it with that little menace. Remi carried Drew with him as he descended the stairs, cradling his mate close. He stormed into the den and spotted Micah lecturing Oliver...again.
    “You! I’ve had it with your viciousness. Look what the hell you’ve done to my mate!” Remi nodded his head down toward Drew’s shaking form. “I want him out of this house now!”
    Remi gently handed his mate over to Storm, and then he shifted into his wolf form, baring his teeth and charging toward Oliver. It took Maverick, Kota and Hawk to stop him. The other mates scrambled to get out of the way. Micah had shifted, defending his mate.
    “Holy