Free Loving Styles [Brac Village 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page B

closer to the dresser and leaned against it, Robby moving with him. He threaded his fingers in Robby’s hair, palming the man’s scalp.
    Robby lowered his lashes as his hands moved to unfasten Styles’s jeans. The man’s hand brushed over the head of Styles’s cock, causing a surge of heat to rise within him. He didn’t say a word, just watched as Robby fished his cock out and kissed the very tip of the head. Styles’s entire body jerked, his hand tightening on Robby’s scalp. Wrapping his lips around the head of Styles’s cock, Robby began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed. As he watched Robby, the man looked up at him. Styles gave a low growl when he saw the smile in Robby’s eyes that contained a sensuous heat.
    The look was as intimate as a kiss.
    Styles wanted to tell Robby to suck his cock harder, to take him all the way down his throat, but the words were caught in his throat as he watched the man turn his head, his tongue snaking out to lick along his cock.
    The coyote in him howled at the pleasure that was becoming overwhelming. His eyes moved over to the candles flickering as Robby reached a hand into his pants and palmed his sac. He began to roll the flesh gently in his hand, giving the skin a slight tug.
    Styles threw his head back, hissing and groaning, grabbing the strands of Robby’s hair and giving a slight tug of his own. The scent of Robby’s arousal slid over him like fur against his skin. It was strong, musky, and had Styles salivating to take the man right here on the floor.
    The man’s tongue was slow, sliding, erotically rough and so hot that he felt like he was melting. Robby pulled back, his tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit, and pulling out the pre-cum, giving a light growl of approval.
    Styles was barely holding onto his control, barely keeping it in check. His coyote wanted to mate Robby, claim him in the most savage and sensual way. Styles opened his eyes, seeing Robby’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his handsome face and made his hazel eyes burst with heat. Styles hadn’t thought Robby could get any better looking, any more tempting, but staring down at the man, he knew he had been wrong.
    Claim him. He is your mate. Stop being such a damn fool.
    Styles’s breathing picked up. He could see Robby’s eyes begging him with want and need, pleading to be claimed. Robby had said that tonight was all about Styles, but Styles wasn’t that selfish. He couldn’t take from his mate and not give. He was enjoying what Robby was doing to him, but he also wanted to give the man so much pleasure that Robby drowned in it.
    Grabbing at the fabric of his shirt, Styles lifted it up and then over his head, tossing it aside. He circled his fingers around Robby’s wrist and placed his mate’s hand on his chest. Robby’s skin was hot to the touch, making Styles groan.
    Robby pulled away from sucking Styles’s cock and stood, wrapping his lips around Styles’s nipple. The man sure as fuck liked sucking. His cock jerked at the thought of having Robby permanently attached to his body with those masterful lips. He rolled the nipple around with his teeth, and then gently bit down.
    He could feel the tips of Robby’s canines biting into his flesh. Styles grabbed the back of Robby’s head, pulling the man back, gazing down into eyes that were swimming in a carnal, fervid mist. “You like biting?”
    Robby licked at his lips, his smile slow in forming but finally appeared, reaching his eyes. “I got carried away.”
    “I just bet you did.” His words were spoken in a low growl, his coyote close to the surface. His hand moved to Robby’s back stroking its way down to the man’s buttocks. He gripped tightly as the beginning of a smile tipped his mouth. “You like toying with me.”
    “I like getting a response out of you,” Robby countered. “I like to keep you guessing. I want to keep you on your toes, constantly surprising