The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the sight of that pretty pink tongue strained the shattered remnants of Roarke’s control. Fuck, Roarke had been such an idiot for staying away all this time. He should have come here much earlier.
    A low growl escaped him, wild and feral, just like Roarke himself. He knew Quinn should have been frightened, but instead, the human stepped even closer, invading Roarke’s personal space. His pupils were dilated with arousal, and he leaned against Roarke, his entire demeanor screaming need and desire.
    “I don’t understand anything anymore,” Quinn said, his eyes pleading with Roarke to explain. “What am I’m feeling?”
    The confusion in Quinn’s tone reached out to both the animal and the man inside Roarke. He took a deep breath, pushing back the passion and the urgency to fuck, to claim. “I think you already know that,” he replied. Matings were among the most-basic knowledge regarding all shifters and associated creatures who took life companions. Of course, there were details that not even the species in question recognized, but the basic feeling, this sensation of rightness and explosive chemistry, was unmistakable.
    Of course, the Tanners understood Roarke’s world at a theoretical level. They knew the information, but they’d never truly participated in the true paranormal experience. It was impossible for them to do so, as long as they didn’t have an intimate relationship with an actual member of the supernatural community. And Quinn was still so very young. He might not have had the time to experience love and lust even in a human way. It made sense that these emotions overwhelmed and shocked him.
    However, Quinn did indeed realize what Roarke meant. “A mating?” the human asked. “But how is this possible? How did you know? Why did you stay away?”
    Roarke was reminded that, in Quinn’s world, people didn’t just meet and jump each other’s bones on a feeling. They had a complex ritual of dating, going out for drinks, asking questions, and getting to know each other. Honestly, Roarke could appreciate the advantages of that, but he also didn’t think he’d be able to wait to touch his mate for Spirit Mother knew how long, at least not under normal circumstances.
    As it was, Roarke remained very much aware that he was a feral, and ferals and humans only mixed with disastrous results. Claiming Quinn would drive the young human insane, something Roarke simply could not allow. Perhaps he’d been correct in avoiding the Tanners after all.
    “Roarke?” Quinn inquired, still leaning against his chest. Roarke realized he’d fallen silent and probably unsettled his mate. “What’s wrong?”
    Roarke wanted to say that everything was wrong and everything was right, but that wouldn’t provide Quinn with a real answer. Instead, Roarke released the beautiful human, suppressing a wince when the loss of Quinn’s heat struck him like a physical blow. “Come sit down,” he told Quinn, gesturing toward a small couch. “We need to talk.”
    It seemed a bit strange for him to say that to Quinn, since technically speaking, Quinn was his host, not the other way around. Either way, neither of them commented upon it, since they had more-pressing concerns.
    Together, they sat on the couch, and Quinn kept some distance between them, leaning as far away from Roarke as he could. Roarke’s wolf whined at being denied, but at the same time, he understood Quinn’s actions. This had all happened so fast. While Roarke would have loved to forget all about the world outside and just lose himself in his lust for Quinn, the reason why he’d come here had never left his mind.
    “Our common friend sent me here,” he said when he managed to gather his bearings.
    “The mysterious voice,” Quinn said, obviously intending to clarify. “What did he say?”
    “Basically, that he needed help, and you could explain to me what I didn’t understand.” Roarke gave Quinn a serious look. “I’ve been living with this for a