Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

fingers. Yane gently stretched him, and Owen began to move, fucking himself on the invading digits. “More,” he panted. “Give me more.”
    Yane used more lubricant and added another finger. Owen’s flesh yielded with ease, demanding a stronger, more forceful penetration. The urge became unbearable when Yane hit his prostate and mercilessly rubbed the spongy gland.
    “Oh, God,” he gasped out. “Please, Yane. Please.”
    Yane didn’t acknowledge his request in any way, but seconds later he removed his fingers. He positioned his cock at Owen’s opening and pushed. Owen clung to his lover’s shoulders as he rode out the initial pain. Yane was well-endowed, and Owen had not been with anyone in quite a while. But simply the knowledge of who was taking him made the pain turn to pleasure.
    At last, Yane slid home, fully impaling Owen on his cock, so deep Owen thought he would feel the nymph forever inside him. At first he took it slow. He moved his hips in a rotating motion, making his cock stretch Owen’s body, giving Owen time to adjust. Owen whimpered as the light touches stimulated his prostate. He embedded his finger nails in Yane’s skin, wordlessly begging for more.
    Yane’s blue eyes went nearly black like a stormy sea. He pulled out of Owen and thrust back in so hard Owen saw stars. He gasped, wondering if he was even going to survive this. His prostate was in fucking heaven. His cock throbbed, and his climax threatened to overcome him any minute now. He’d been at the edge ever since Yane started to touch him, and he felt like he would explode if he didn’t come soon.
    But Owen forced it back, never wanting this moment to end. Yane continued to thrust in and out of his body, harder and harder, until Owen lost track of anything except the delicious burn and the tormenting pleasure. Slideshows of faces flashed through his mind, aching for the men he acknowledged as his to share this moment. And throughout it all, Yane used him, fucked him, loved him, drove him crazy with each perfectly aimed motion.
    His anus was stretched to capacity, beautifully so. In the circumstances, Owen didn’t have a chance of keeping himself in check for much longer. His pleasure peaked and with a cry, he came, sending thick ropes of pearly cum all over his chest. Yane’s answering growl signaled the imminence of his orgasm, and moments later, Owen felt heat flood his channel.
    Yane collapsed on top of him, pressing featherlight kisses over his neck and face. A slight hiss of water flowed over Owen’s skin, cleaning him in mere instants. He cuddled at Yane’s side and closed his eyes. In his mind, the memory of Yane’s confession still lingered. But he’d deal with that later, much later.

Chapter Five

    Alcharr flew through the clouds, furious and frustrated. It was a particularly hot day, and Kyllian’s unreasonable demands still rang out in his head. His wings hurt with the speed he’d gone at, but still, he continued at the same rhythm. Over and over, he saw the moment Kyllian had kissed Owen—and gods, he hated it. He’d been powerless to help his…Owen.
    Distress passed through him as he realized Owen wasn’t really his anything. He’d had many chances to try to approach the odd attraction between them, but neither him nor the other men did anything about it. He wished he could have stayed in the plague lands with Yane and Owen, or at least gone to help Hash. The gods only knew what other tricks Kyllian had up his sleeve.
    For the moment, though, he had other worries, namely his father. He hoped Amadeus hadn’t figured out where he’d gone. It was the last thing he needed right now.
    Soon, his city loomed in front of him, the golden buildings shining in the sun. Lately, the sight that once made his heart soar simply disgusted him.
    Few people knew the engines that held The Golden Thrones floating were failing. Unlike dragons, eagles were not creatures of magic. They used science to keep their city afloat. But