Werewolf's Way [Chronicles of the Shifter Directive 1] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth Page B

vision went blurry. The pleasure that exploded through him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t focus on anything else except the sinful sight of Caelyn’s lips stretching around the head of his shaft.
    Judging by the way Caelyn had practically seduced him, one would have never thought the sprite was a virgin. His innocence did, however, show, and in his eagerness to please, he tried to take too much of Graham’s dick in his mouth. It made him choke, and his mate’s slight discomfort did what no rational argument could hope to accomplish. It provided Graham with a measure of clarity.
    “Slowly, angel,” he whispered, caressing Caelyn’s hair. “Don’t rush it.”
    Caelyn looked up at him, his eyes glittering with a hint of frustration. He took a deep breath and slowed down, taking only what he could handle in his wet cavern and using his hands on the rest. It was by no means the most skilled blow job Graham had ever had, but certainly the most enjoyable. What Caelyn lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Not to mention that he was a very quick learner. He explored every inch of Graham’s flesh, alternating harder sucks with teasing licks. Swirling his tongue over Graham’s glans, he rolled Graham’s balls in his palm. At first, it was a little awkward, but soon, he got the hang of it, as if his body was attuned to Graham’s.
    Not coming must have been one of the hardest things Graham had done in his life. Reluctantly, he looked away from Caelyn and struggled to focus on the road. Still, it was only by miracle that he noticed the large sign advertising a nearby motel.
    With a relieved groan, Graham veered off the road and directed the vehicle toward the establishment. It seemed to take forever until they reached the motel, but finally, Graham stopped in the parking lot. Obviously noticing, Caelyn released him. Licking his swollen lips, the sprite gave Graham a heavy-lidded look. “Perhaps you should go grab a key for us. We wouldn’t want to draw more attention.”
    For a few moments, Graham just stared at Caelyn. Leave? That sounded insane. How could he possibly abandon this car when his mate was here, wanting him? It had to be some sort of crime of nature. But the more he delayed and hesitated, the longer it would take for him to claim his mate.
    So he nodded like an automaton and fumbled with the door, struggling to open it. He practically fell out of the car, at the last moment remembering to zip up his pants. His disorientation was almost ridiculous, or it would have been if not for the need burning through his veins.
    “I’ll be right back,” he said huskily. “Don’t go anywhere.”
    The latter phrase sounded a little strange even to him, but for some reason, he’d felt compelled to add it. Caelyn just smiled sweetly, although lust still burned in his gaze. “Never,” he murmured.
    He sounded like he meant it, too, and not only as words spoken in the heat of the moment. Caelyn might not have confessed his love for Graham outright, but that single word was tantamount to the most beautiful declaration.
    That knowledge filled Graham with decision. “You know what, never mind that,” he said. “Come with me. I don’t care who sees us. I don’t want you to leave my side, ever.”
    Yes, it was a change in approach, and possibly not very smart given that they were still so close to New York. The alternative didn’t appeal to him, though. Already, he was addicted to his angel’s presence.
    Caelyn looked quite happy to hear it, so it worked out well. He slid out of the car far more elegantly than Graham had managed. “All right. Let’s go.”
    Hand in hand, they walked into the building. The bored girl behind the check-in counter barely spared them a look, having obviously seen plenty of couples stopping by the motel for a romp in the sheets. She popped a balloon of bubblegum and asked, “What’ll it be? The fee per hour is ten bucks.”
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