The Coolest Prince of Cats [Milson Valley 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)
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First, there was this mess to deal with. Dom filled Baron in on what happened on this back road, how many creatures were here and might still be in the valley waiting for their chance to cause more trouble.
The frustrating part of this for Dom was knowing Sandstone had been able to lay in wait for him. The creature had been smart and studied Dom’s movements, gotten to know what he liked to do, where he liked to go. By taking the time to do that, Sandstone knew Dom would come here and staked the deserted road out.
With so many Renegades working their way into Milson Valley these days, Dom would have to change his routines and be a lot more alert and careful in future. By the time Drake drove Dom back to the Compound he was feeling stiff and sore from the crash and subsequent fight. Not having had the time to shift yet, which would aid in healing faster, he was planning to do just that right after he hugged his mate.
Unfortunately, his mate didn’t let Dom hug him immediately. No, Chane fussed and then listened to Linc carefully over what Dom needed to do to recover, shushing Dom when he tried to tell his mate he was fine, he would shift and rest. Instead, he got pampered and couldn’t complain. Chane bathed him using the beautiful oils and soaps the vampire made, then gave Dom a massage that pretty much sent him to sleep. He knew Chane was aware that Sandstone was dead, but neither bought it up, for now they just required each other, and some tenderness and care.
His mate provided so beautifully, every touch gentle but, like any time between them, infinitely charged with needs, wants, and desires. They were in sync, their thoughts meshing and bodies needing the physical reconnection.
Chane’s hands over his body was blissful. A seduction that relaxed and excited in equal measure, that made him crave for more, want it. And he didn’t need to ask, to tell his mate that this time he wanted Chane to love him, to fill him, the sensual vampire knowing. Their connection so strong, their minds brushing they knew what the other wanted and needed without words. They were perfect for each other emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Chane touched and stroked. He kissed his way over Dom’s back, his neck, his arms, butt, and legs, caressing. Dipping a hand between Dom’s slightly spread legs, along his crack and down to his balls, Chane’s touch sent Dom’s needs higher, to desperation stage. A hand caressed his hair, the touch at odds with that on his balls, gentle and soothing. The other hand left his balls, moved back up and along to his hole, and rubbed gently across, fingers well-oiled from the massage, silky and slippery.
The first finger brushed and rubbed until the muscle relaxed and let him in easily. Soon, two fingers were inside, Dom groaning and wiggling his ass, wanting, needing more. He wanted his mate’s long slender rod deep inside him. He wanted them joined in love and pleasure. Thankfully Chane did not make him wait, preparing Dominic quickly but without any pinching or pain. It was like the muscle just gave gently away, and there wasn’t any burn with the stretch, the muscle easily giving. When Chane slid inside, Dom groaned in pleasure, Chane brushing his fangs over Dom’s shoulder, one hand on his hip and the other tweaking a nipple.
And he couldn’t hold on. His cock was throbbing, balls feeling like they’d been shocked with electricity, and like a sudden wave he was roaring as his mate’s beautiful dick rubbed his prostrate and he unloaded on the bedspread. Chane moved deeply through Dom’s orgasm, drawing it out, and then his fangs sunk into Dom’s neck, and a second, just as intense, orgasm plowed through as his mate took his ass faster.
His body was filled with sensations and pleasure drugged, all he could do was enjoy and moan while babbling his adoration and love for his vampire, whose hot cum filled Dom’s ass a few deep, hard strokes later before the man, puffing and panting, draped over Dom’s back.
“Love you, honey bun.”
With a little indignant hiss in Dom’s ear, Chane gently pulled out, Dom grunting at the weird sensation.
“I love you, my gorgeous tiger, but do not call me ‘honey bun.’”
Laughing, Dom wrapped his arms around his pissy, beautiful vampire and moved them out of the wet spot.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I love writing and can be found most days in front of my computer. I live in a wonderful part of the world where clean sandy beaches are close, the sun shines and people love to get out and about.
I spent years living in London, UK, working and travelling which provided so much inspiration through history, culture and life in general. I love to travel and have lots of plans to do so again in the future. In the mean time I bring my worlds to life.
The world of the paranormal mixed with love and action, how the men react and live, defend and care captures my attention and has me wanting to fill pages with their adventures.
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