Hagen, Lynn - Stormy Eyes [Brac Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Micah to mate. Micah didn’t want Oliver to inadvertently or purposely start the process, so Oliver had no clue what Blair was talking about either.
    “Spill it, bro.” Oliver leaned into Blair.
    Blair shook his head, shooting off of the couch as he ran to Dakota to hide behind him.
    “What’s wrong, sunshine?” Kota grabbed his mate in his arms, kissing his neck. He could feel the anxiety coming off of Blair.
    “I have a big mouth, that’s what.”
    The warriors all looked from Blair to Kota.
    “What did you do?” Kota leaned back, searching his mate’s eyes.
    “Well, Micah. Sorry, but Oliver is going to be hounding you about what the claiming is.”
    Micah cursed. “Oliver could bug the fur off of a beaver.”
    “Sorry.” Blair lowered his head and tucked his hair behind his ear. Kota cursed. His mate only did that when he was extremely nervous or extremely embarrassed. He didn’t like Blair to be either one. His mate had been through enough already.
    Micah sighed. “It was bound to happen, Blair. Don’t sweat it.”
    Kota wrapped Blair in his arms as he rubbed his mate’s back, talking softly to him.

    * * * *

    “Everything okay?” Kyoshi walked over to Storm, standing nervously.
    “Yeah, I’ll explain later.” Storm grabbed Kyoshi’s hand, holding it. Kyoshi felt safe when he was around Storm. Just that small act had an effect on him. He felt calmer, more at peace.
    He prayed Storm couldn’t feel the sweat in his palms from nervousness. Kyoshi studied their clasped hands, noting the size difference. What would it feel like to have those large hands skimming his body?
    “Storm?”
    The wolf bent at the waist down to Kyoshi.
    Kyoshi whispered in his ear. “What is the claiming Blair speaks of?”
    Wow. Kyoshi had never seen a large man blush such a deep crimson color before. He wanted to laugh but felt it would be an inappropriate moment to do so.
    “Can I explain that later also?”
    Why did Kyoshi get the feeling sex was involved?

    * * * *

    “I enjoyed myself today. Thank you for taking us. My cousin had a wonderful time.” Kyoshi knew he was babbling as he climbed onto the bed, nervousness seizing him once again. He wondered if it would be like this every night. He almost wished Storm would go ahead and make love to him so his stomach would stop fluttering. It felt like a thousand dragonflies were flapping their wings.
    “Thank you for the nice things you bought me and Keata.” Why couldn’t he just shut up?
    Storm crawled into bed and pulled Kyoshi in his arms. Kyoshi could feel Storm’s erection pressing against his butt. What would it be like? How would it feel? His mother had told Kyoshi and Keata that touching oneself was a shameful act, and since he respected his mother greatly, he never did.
    That didn’t mean he hadn’t heard the other guys in school talk about it. He wondered what an orgasm would feel like. Kyoshi pushed his butt back slightly to try and feel how large Storm was. From what he felt, he really began to worry.
    Storm leaned into Kyoshi, pushing his erection further into his butt. Kyoshi stayed still. He wasn’t sure what he should do. Should he push again?
    “I want you, Kyoshi.” Storm began skimming his hand down Kyoshi’s body, kissing him behind his neck. Kyoshi tilted his head, wanting to feel more of Storm’s lips on his skin. When Storm grabbed his erection, Kyoshi panicked. He pushed Storm’s hand away and wiggled until he was free.

Chapter Four

    “What’s wrong, Kyoshi? Did I do something to offend you?” Storm was confused as all hell. He thought Kyoshi wanted him. He had given Storm all the right signals.
    “I, uh, need to check on Keata.”
    Storm watched as Kyoshi ran into Keata’s room. He turned over onto his back staring at the ceiling, a rock hard dick jutting against his underwear. After a half an hour had passed and no Kyoshi, Storm decided to check on him.
    He cracked the door to Keata’s room to find Kyoshi on the floor with