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

plan to surface.
    And this brings me to another important thing I wanted to tell you. Remember that drug you mentioned? I haven’t tested it, but it might be worth a try for those who are close to the limit. I’ve met the doctor who created it, and he seemed like a serious, kind man. But, Roarke, even without the drug, there is a way out of our situation. My bond with my mates healed me. The edge of my feral anger is gone, and so is Mason’s. I hope that the Magistrate will be able to help you find that for yourself.
    I know that you probably won’t be comfortable with talking to Wolfram for a while now, so should you need anything, I left word with another feral. He lives in London and owns the Blue Star Hotel. I left you a business card from there for the address and proof that you were indeed sent by me. Ask for JC. He’ll know how to contact me.
     
    Your friend,
    Devon
     
    Several things passed through Roarke’s mind as he finished reading. He was happy that Devon wanted them to be friends again. They had always been close, and it had hurt Roarke greatly when Devon had unexpectedly become feral and left him behind. He knew he had reacted badly, but at that time, the nightmares had already become a big problem, and Devon’s absence had been the last straw.
    Mostly, though, Roarke was horrified at the implications of Devon’s message. If he was reading his friend’s letter correctly, the mysterious man who’d reached out to him and Quinn must be this witch, this G’aladon. But no, this wasn’t possible. The person who’d pleaded for his help with such desperation and who’d apologized in such a torn tone for Roarke’s feral nature couldn’t have done something like attempting to possess another person.
    Closing his eyes, Roarke sought the presence that often lingered at the back of his mind. “It’s true,” came the answer to the unasked question. “I did attempt to steal Hewitt’s body. I thought…” The man—G’aladon—paused, obviously having real trouble in connecting with Roarke. “I just wanted…”
    When G’aladon didn’t finish the phrase, Roarke felt a strange whirlpool of emotions growing inside him. “What?” he insisted, almost screaming the question. “What did you want?”
    Quinn clutched his hand and gasped, apparently experiencing the same thing Roarke did. He climbed into Roarke’s lap and hugged him tightly. With Quinn so close and his wolf on the edge, Roarke couldn’t control himself. He crushed their lips together, taking possession of the human’s mouth, branding Quinn as his own.
    His mate might have been surprised at first, but he swiftly relaxed in Roarke’s arms. The beast inside Roarke howled in satisfaction at Quinn’s submission, yearning to take things further. He fucked Quinn’s mouth with his tongue, mimicking the most intimate act that could happen between two men. Their first kiss went from passionate to explosive, an overload of emotions flowing through them and the still unformed bond.
    And then, the familiar voice filled his mind, for the first time reaching him clearly. “I’m sorry,” the witch said. “I just wanted you.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Deep in the astral realm, G’aladon watched the two men he’d come to know better than he knew himself. He could see them so clearly, through each other’s eyes. When they came together to kiss, his vision was cut off, but sensation exploded inside him instead, giving the energy he needed to speak to them once more.
    “I’m sorry,” he sent to the feral. “I just wanted you.”
    There was so much more to it than that. He yearned to touch the two men, to feel their flesh under his fingertips. But he also regretted the hurt he’d unwillingly caused Roarke. He’d wanted to tell the feral that, to explain who he was and answer all of his questions.
    Ever since he’d first felt Roarke, his prison’s hold on him had grown weaker, and then, once Quinn had appeared as well, G’aladon had been filled