Free Rio's Fire by Lynn Hagen Page B

back around, brown eyes locking with blue in the mirror. His eyes watched everything Rio was doing, knowing that nothing on earth would be able to tear his gaze away.
    Using his teeth, Rio tore the small packet open and emptied the contents down the crease of Fire’s ass. The liquid was warm, making Fire shudder as his nerve endings felt exposed and raw. His mate’s hand dipped down between Fire’s cheeks as his fingers began to circle around Fire’s tight entrance.
    Rio’s gaze was still locked onto Fire’s, but now there was a small hitch added to the side of Rio’s mouth. Fire could still see the man’s extended canines, which only made his mate look even more provocative.
    He was tempted to close his eyes, to indulge in the building need growing inside of him. But Fire didn’t want to miss one second of 68 Lynn
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    what Rio was doing to him. It was the most hypnotic, sensual, and mesmerizing thing he had ever seen.
    Rio dropped the small packet onto the carpet, his free hand skimming up Fire’s side, his nails gently scraping Fire’s skin. Fire groaned and pushed back onto his knees, wanting more. With a firm hand, Rio directed him back to the floor.
    “Not yet.” His tone was low, drugging, making Fire want to obey.
    He wanted to tease his mate and play, not giving Rio everything he asked for. But Fire’s growing desire and need was burning inside him, refusing to allow him to say anything or do anything that would stop Rio from bringing him so much pleasure.
    Fire became full, letting him know that Rio had inserted two fingers. His other hand was ghosting over Fire’s body, as if the man was trying to burn every dip and every flare of Fire’s body into his memory.
    “Your pale body looks so damn good wearing my handprint.”
    Rio’s hand skimmed of the flesh he had abused just moments before.
    Fire sucked in his bottom lip and chewed on it, fighting not to push back, to take what his body so desperately wanted. His fingers curled into the carpet as his eyes flickered up to Rio’s in the mirror.
    The man looked intense, his eyes riveted on Fire’s ass.
    All of a sudden Fire felt exposed. He had never really paid that much attention to whoever was fucking him or what they were looking at. Now that he was gazing into the reflection of the mirror, Fire could finally see what others saw. He felt vulnerable, at Rio’s mercy in a way that shook him down to his foundation.
    “Come to me.” Rio pulled his hand free and then rested both on Fire’s hips. Pushing to his knees, Fire’s arms began to tremble.
    This was it.
    Rio was claiming him.
    There would be no other except the black panther in his bed from here on out. The thought hit him hard as he remembered Maverick’s Rio’s Fire
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    words and knew them to be true. Fire had been skating through life, using his charms and good looks to get what he wanted.
    He had known then what he knew now that the shallowness at what he had been doing was nothing more than him looking for acceptance.
    Now that Rio was claiming him, Fire knew there would be no more searching. But a fear began to rise up inside of him. He really didn’t know Rio. What if his mate tried to change him just like everyone else in his life had fought to do? Fire was far from perfect, he knew this—Fire accepted this. But he really wasn’t that bad of a person.
    His thoughts shattered and became forgotten when the head of Rio’s cock began to enter him. Fire gritted his teeth, his hands balling into fists as he tried to ride out the pain. It had definitely been a while.
    “Stop tensing.” Rio’s words barely penetrated the fog in Fire’s mind. He let out a long, silent breath, trying his best to relax his body and take his mate in. He wasn’t about to tell Rio it had been a long time or make any references pertaining to a past lover. He had learned his lesson when Rio had pushed him into the chalkboard.
    Rio didn’t give Fire any time to adjust. He began to move, to thrust