Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Gabrielle Evans

  It wasn’t another shifter, simply a normal, everyday cougar, and he looked hungry. The cats didn’t usually venture into populated areas, but all living things would resort to desperate measures when food was scarce.

  Demitrius stepped in front of the mountain lion, raising his hands above his head and roaring in a high-pitched, cat-like way. Apparently, the cat knew when it was outmatched, because it hunkered closer to the ground and slowly backed away before turning and darting off into the trees.

  While the resolution was somewhat anticlimactic, Oscar imagined it would have ended much differently if Demitrius hadn’t been there. Rushing over to the woman, he knelt down beside her in the yellow, dry grass and examined the wound on her leg.

  “Shifter?” he asked, trying to determine what type of paranormal she was and how quickly her injuries would heal.

  “Y–Yes, coyote,” she answered shakily, still staring at the spot where the cougar had been. Then her attention whipped around to Oscar, and she practically threw herself into his arms. “Thank you. It happened so fast, and I just knew I was dead. Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome, but it’s not me you should be thanking.” He patted the woman lightly on the back and smiled up at his lover. “Demitrius did all the work.”

  The girl sniffled against his shoulder and bobbed her head. Finally releasing him, she tilted her head back to gaze up at Demitrius, and Oscar knew what was coming even before she let out another bloodcurdling scream. Pushing away from him, she scrambled backward in a weird crab walk, appearing more afraid of Demitrius than she had been of the mountain lion.

  “Please. No. Stay away!”

  Oscar understood that she was scared, but his temper rose at the treatment his lover was receiving after just saving the silly twit’s life. “Shut up,” he snapped her. “Demitrius is the kindest person I know, and he just put himself between you and a fucking cougar. Shame on you.”

  “He’s a monster,” she argued with him, still trying to get away. “He’s a freak.”

  “No,” Oscar answered quietly. It was his first glimpse into the sadness Keeton spoke of that lurked inside his lover. “You’re the monster—prejudiced, small minded, and unable to look past the outward appearance to see the goodness in his heart. People like you make me sad for our kind.”

  Leaving her to her struggles, Oscar pushed up from the ground, walked over to his mate, and took Demitrius’s hand. “Forget it, love. She’s not worth it.”

  Knowing the man Demitrius was, it didn’t surprise him when the guy refused to leave the woman without offering some kind of assistance. No matter that she’d screamed at him, called him names, and acted like a total idiot, he was still more concerned for her well-being than his own pride or feelings.

  “Can I help you get somewhere? Or is there someone I can call for you?” Demitrius asked as he retrieved his cell phone from the front pocket of his jeans.

  The girl finally stopped trying to run away and closed her trap, staring up at Demitrius in confusion, as though she expected him to attack her rather than offer any sort of help. “I…I…”

  “Hey,” Oscar said, snapping his fingers in her direction. “Do you want help or not? And what the hell are you doing out here alone, anyway?”

  “I was going to visit someone at that cabin across the pond.” She pointed to the center cabin near the opposite bank and blushed, giving Oscar the impression that her “someone” was most likely more than just a friend. Peeking up through her blonde lashes, she chewed on her bottom lip for a long time while she watched Demitrius. “I’m sorry for my behavior. It was rude and ungrateful. Thank you for saving me.”

  She still appeared a bit apprehensive, but she had apologized and was attempting to rectify her previous behavior. Oscar wasn’t totally appeased, but he was feeling a bit better about the situation.

  “Can we walk you around the pond?” Demitrius offered.

  There was a long hesitation while she contemplated him again, but she eventually climbed to her feet and nodded. “That would be nice. I’m Cecilia, by the way.” Her eyebrows drew together, and she wrung her hands together nervously. “I’m sorry, but you are really, really big and kind of scary.”

  “I get that a lot,” Demitrius answered with an easy smile. “I promise I’m not going to eat you, though.”

  His casual dismissal of her statement pulled a cute giggle from the woman, and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Your partner was right. You are a sweetheart. I’m sorry again for acting like a total ass.”

  Oscar liked the girl more the longer she talked. He could admit Demitrius’s appearance could be unsettling at first—even if he thought his mate was beyond delicious. If people would just take two minutes to get to know him, they’d find out that their fears were completely unwarranted, though.

  “Let’s get you to your destination,” Demitrius said with a wink, though he kept a respectful distance.

  So, they took off around the small body of water, talking and laughing as though the unfortunate incident hadn’t happened at all. Not that Oscar expected anything less. It was almost too easy to like Demitrius once people gave the guy a chance.

  In that moment, Oscar decided that would be his new project. He hadn’t been the most sociable person, either, and he felt both he and Demitrius needed to interact more with the coven members. How were people supposed to get to know them if they never left the dorms?

  It wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but hopefully, they could start changing everyone’s opinion, one conversation at a time.

  Chapter Eleven

  Desire coursed through him as he allowed his mate to lead him back along the dirt path that would take them to the dorms. Never in his life had anyone defended him so adamantly. More to the point, it was obvious that Oscar believed every word he’d said.

  He knew how hard it was for the guy to speak his mind or stand against the popular opinion. His defense of Demitrius’s character was only more touching because of it. Pride filled Demitrius’s heart, but untamed—and less noble—arousal swelled his cock. Then again, it was hard to even think of Oscar without it making his dick throb.

  This was different, though. The feeling engulfed, squeezed, and almost suffocated him. The dorms suddenly seemed miles away, and Demitrius wanted his mate naked and moaning five minutes ago.

  “Demitrius!” Oscar’s gasp was cut off abruptly when Demitrius pushed his back against a nearby tree and plundered the depths of his mouth until they were both panting and moaning. “What was that for?”

  “Can’t wait.” Demitrius’s brain shut down, instinct took over, and all he could think was, “Mine. Need. Fuck. Now.” Over and over the words chased each other around his brain until he was crazed with need.

  Unbuckling his belt, he pulled the strip from its loops and fastened the leather around Oscar’s wrists. After another scorching kiss, he dropped to his knees, working feverishly to remove Oscar’s jeans. When his long, slender cock popped free of the denim confinement, Demitrius actually whimpered as he wrapped his fingers around the heated length.

  Oscar didn’t speak a word, just pressed back against the tree trunk, spread his legs wider, and placed his bound hands on the top of Demitrius’s head. His cock flexed in Demitrius’s grasp, leaking clear drops of pre-cum from the slit. The small bead of moisture mesmerized him, beckoned him, and Demitrius groaned as he dove forward to capture the bulbous head in his mouth.

  His lover’s taste exploded over his tongue, pulling another growling groan from deep in his chest as he worked the turgid flesh in and out of his mouth. Fumbling with his own pants, he managed to extract his aching prick, stroking it quickly while he continued to push Oscar closer to the edge with lips, tongue, and his other hand.

  Whether it was the suddenness of the sexual onslaught or the rather public venue for their tryst, it didn’t take long before Oscar was humping against him, pushing his cock deeper into Demitrius’s mouth. The spongy crown bumped the back of his t
hroat, and Oscar shuddered as a strangled mewl burst from his swollen lips.

  Demitrius wasn’t finished with his little man, though. There was a reason he’d bound the shifter’s hands, even if it was a bit hard to think coherently at the moment. Squeezing the base of his erection to stave off his own orgasm, he let his lover’s dick slip from his lips just as the first splash of semen landed on his lower lip.

  Lifting his other hand, he cupped it around the tip, stroking his mate to completion as Oscar filled his palm with an impressive amount of cum. Using the slippery substance to coat his own demanding dick, he spun his lover around, pushing his chest against the tree, and used the excess semen to slick his fingers.

  They’d come together so many times in the last couple of weeks, and the guarding muscles of Oscar’s rim loosened almost immediately, inviting him inside. A few pumps later, he extracted his fingers, pulled the shifter into his lap, and stretched his lover’s arms so that his bound hands looped around Demitrius’s neck.

  Oscar’s tight channel convulsed around him, grasping his cock as he slid into the most glorious heat he’d ever felt. Wrapping both arms around Oscar’s torso, he kept the man motionless as he arched his hips, driving up into his clenching ass.

  His heart thumped wildly, his skin burned, and his vision dimmed around the edges. Every sense he possessed was fully concentrated on the man in his arms from the sweet scent to the way he writhed and bucked on Demitrius’s lap.

  “Someone’s watching us,” Oscar panted, but he didn’t sound overly concerned about it.

  Though completely wrapped up in his mate, Demitrius had sensed the three men through the trees. They posed no threat, however, and if Oscar was okay with it, he didn’t see any reason to deny them such an erotic show. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Don’t you dare,” Oscar shot back, contracting his inner walls to grab at Demitrius’s cock.

  “Can you smell their desire?” Demitrius scraped his teeth lightly down the side of Oscar’s throat, pulling a deep shiver from his man. “Do you see how they’re watching you?”

  “Oh, gods.”

  “They want you, but you’re mine.” It was a powerful aphrodisiac, knowing the young werewolves watching them had a hard-on for what belonged to him. The jealous, protective part of his psyche wanted to shield Oscar from view, but the possessive part of him reveled in the idea of showing off his prize and making others covet such a treasure.

  “I’m yours,” Oscar agreed, arching his back, allowing Demitrius to thrust deeper. His cock bounced between his splayed legs, slapping against the inside of Demitrius’s thigh and coating it with translucent moisture. “Fuck, I’m close, love. Touch me.”

  “No,” Demitrius growled. “I’m all you need. Let go, sweet baby. Don’t fight it. Just fall, and I’ll catch you. Scream, Oscar. Tell them who has you, who can make you fly.”

  “Demitrius!” His head dropped back against Demitrius’s shoulder, and Oscar went stiff in his arms, every muscle tightening as he gasped and groaned through his orgasm, coating the grass in milky cream.

  Resting his forehead against Oscar’s nape, Demitrius held his lover close to his chest as he rocked and shuddered through his own release, filling Oscar with his seed until his hole overflowed. “Love you, sweet baby.”

  “Mm-hmm,” Oscar agreed, twirling his fingers in Demitrius’s hair and nuzzling against the side of his neck. “That was hot.”

  Demitrius agreed, but while the sex was scorching, the outside temperatures were near freezing. “We need to get you inside where it’s warm.”

  “Okay,” Oscar agreed easily, sounding dazed and a little disoriented, which brought a smile to Demitrius’s lips. “Did they leave?”

  Glancing toward the spot where the men had stood to watch the show, Demitrius kissed Oscar’s temple and shook his head. “They’re gone.” Now that reasoning had returned to his brain, he imagined it was a good thing, because he doubted he’d be quite so accommodating with all of his wits about him.

  Releasing the belt from around Oscar’s wrists, he rubbed feeling back into his mate’s arms, taking care to massage his hands and fingers as well. “Thank you,” Oscar mumbled around a huge yawn. “I think I need a nap.”

  Demitrius could go for a little shut-eye as well, and he couldn’t think of a better place to rest than with the man he loved in his arms. “Shower?”

  “Ugh!” Oscar groaned and wiggled around until he could stand on wobbly legs. “Can I sleep in the shower?”

  He looked so cute, his debauched angel, and Demitrius couldn’t deny him anything. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Bobbing his head tiredly, Oscar put his clothes to rights and slipped his hand into Demitrius’s to help him up from the ground. “You always do.”

  * * * *

  “I’m sorry. You want me to do what?” Oscar turned the football around in his hands and frowned. “Let me get this straight. You want me to take this and run. Then you are you going to chase me, tackle me, and I end up in the mud.” He cocked his head to the side and glared up at his lover. “Exactly what part of that is supposed to be fun?”

  “I promise to take it easy on you. C’mon, Oscar. Live a little.”

  His idea of a good time didn’t involve broken bones or being covered in mud from head to toe. Besides, it was freaking cold. The vampire Enforcers who’d joined them didn’t seem to mind the temperatures, but Oscar wasn’t so enthusiastic. “I want to be on your team.”

  “Deal,” Demitrius answered immediately.

  “I think the other team should be skins!” Zuriel shouted, licking his lips as he looked the Enforcers up and down. Then he bumped his hips against Oscar’s and grinned. “Look at all those hunky guys with no shirts on. This is going to be awesome!”

  “I’m on their team,” Zavion announced, bouncing on his toes next to his brother. “I do love team sports.”

  Was Oscar the only person who saw this as a bad idea? Judging by the excitement buzzing around the clearing, he had to say yes.

  “All you have to do is run toward that tree line,” Demitrius explained. “Then I’ll throw the ball to you. All you have to do is catch it and keep running.”

  “Oh, that’s all I have to do. Wonderful,” Oscar grumbled. Yeah, it sounded easy when Demitrius said it. That didn’t mean he could do any of it. “Fine. When do I run?”

  “I’ll tell you. Just line up over there at the end next to Jackson.”

  Oscar did as he was told, but he didn’t have to like it. In fact, he hated it. He was going to make a total fool out of himself, or worse, end up with a concussion. Football was a barbaric sport as far as he was concerned, and he just couldn’t understand how getting hit by a man twice his size was supposed to be fun.

  Everyone lined up in their positions and crouched low to the ground. Everyone except Oscar, that was. He stood straight, his hip cocked out to the side and his arms crossed over his chest. Oh, his dear mate was going to get an earful after this.

  “Oscar, go!”

  “Crap.” Taking off across the field, he ran toward the tree line, just as Demitrius had told him. After a few yards, however, something hard smacked him in the back of the shoulder, nearly knocking him to the ground.

  “You’re supposed to catch it,” Demitrius called to him, looking as though he was trying not to laugh, though Oscar could see his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

  “You hit me!” he yelled back. “Why the hell did you hit me?” Fuck, he hated this game.

  “Just come back. We’ll try again.”

  Grumbling under his breath the entire way, Oscar stomped back to his place beside Jackson. “This sucks.”

  “Lighten up, little man,” Jackson said to him with his trademark boyish grin. “Look over your shoulder when you run so you know when to catch it.”

  On the second run, Oscar did as Jackson suggested, watching over his shoulder as he jogged down the field. It didn’t help in the least, however. Instead of smacking him in the back, the
football hit him in the side of the neck this time, knocking the air out of him for a moment.

  “Get off me!” one of the Enforcers said in annoyance. “I’m on your team. You don’t tackle your teammates.”

  Zuriel just clung to the guy’s naked back and grinned like a loon. “Oh, oops. I got confused.”

  “You okay, Oscar?” Demitrius strode over to him, tilting Oscar’s head one way and then the other as he examined his neck. “Sorry about that.”

  “I think I’m just going to go home. This really isn’t my thing, love.” As much as he wanted to spend time with his friends and feel included, getting knocked around really wasn’t worth it. The game couldn’t last forever, and then he could do more pleasurable things with his lover.

  “Aww, don’t go.” Good grief, a man that big should not pout. Furthermore, it should not be so effective.

  “I suck at this, and I’m okay with that. What if I just watch from the side rails?”

  “Sidelines,” Demitrius corrected automatically. “One more time. Can you just try one more time?”

  Oscar huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t see how it will make any difference. I’m not going to magically get better just because the third time is supposed to be the charm.”

  “Trust me. I have an idea.”

  Oscar’s eyes went wide, and he batted at Demitrius’s hands when the shifter reached for the button on his pants. “What are you doing?”

  “You need to take your clothes off.”

  “Are you insane? How is being naked going to help me catch a football?” Oscar glanced around at the people milling about the field and shook his head. “No way.”

  “Well, then I guess you’ll have to shift with your clothes on.” The wicked grin his lover gave him did little to instill confidence in this plan. Demitrius pulled a small foam football from the front pocket of his jeans and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “No one will be able to catch you.”