Free The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

deprived, and needful for the affection and lust the other two men showered him with.
    When Roarke kissed him for the first time, G’aladon almost thought he truly had died and gone to heaven. That was impossible, however, so G’aladon surmised this must be real. Roarke’s mouth pressed against his, at first gentle, but then, more possessive, more demanding. G’aladon wrapped his arms around Roarke, pulling the wolf closer and parting his lips for Roarke’s assault.
    Roarke’s tongue slipped into the wet cavern, claiming him, exploring him, taking G’aladon’s breath away. In the meantime, Quinn licked down G’aladon’s chest, his gentle, more innocent touches making a striking contrast with Roarke’s assault. He stopped over G’aladon’s nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth. G’aladon’s moan was swallowed into Roarke’s kiss. He forgot about his questions and his misgivings and lost himself in the passion.
    He would have liked to keep kissing Roarke forever, to hold onto the moment and never let go. But the touches of the two men were too good, too addicting. Their scents, their warmth, and just the thought that they cared about him mingled in a cocktail of emotion and sensation that G’aladon couldn’t hope to resist.
    When Quinn’s caresses grew bolder, finally venturing beyond G’aladon’s waist, G’aladon could feel his climax approaching. And then, the human slowly crawled down his body and tentatively lowered his mouth over G’aladon’s cock. He was obviously inexperienced and shy about it, but that only aroused G’aladon more. One flick of that sweet, pink tongue, and G’aladon lost it.
    His first orgasm in centuries washed over him, so intense it almost brought tears to G’aladon’s eyes. It was only by some miracle that he managed not to lose consciousness. Or perhaps it was the astral realm. It had always prevented him from falling asleep and finding solace in the oblivion of slumber. This time, G’aladon felt thankful for it, and not even the memories that lingered at the back of his mind could ruin the absolute bliss.
    Roarke broke their kiss while Quinn pulled away, looking shocked and a bit embarrassed. G’aladon’s spunk had landed all over his cheeks and his hair. He was the most beautiful sight G’aladon had ever seen in his life, a ravaged angel there to grant him salvation.
    Even so, G’aladon surmised the other men might be disappointed that he’d ended the moment too soon. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “It was just too much.”
    Roarke smiled at him, and in spite of the heat lingering in his gaze, his voice was gentle. “We’re the ones who should be sorry. We shouldn’t have pushed you, not right now. You’re probably not ready.”
    G’aladon might have argued with the other man, but then, Roarke pulled Quinn close and started licking the cum from the human’s face. G’aladon’s mind just about melted. The feral seemed to be enjoying the taste of G’aladon’s spunk a lot, and Quinn was responding quite beautifully to Roarke’s ministrations. Small whimpers of pleasure escaped him, and every sound had a direct effect on G’aladon’s cock. Yes, he had always boasted great stamina in bed, and it came as no surprise that, in spite of the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just experienced, he yearned for more.
    Roarke immediately noticed his excitement, and G’aladon arched a brow at him. “I think you’re underestimating my need for you. I’ve wanted both of you forever.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t dream of disappointing you,” Roarke replied. He shared a look with Quinn. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
    “Oh, God, yes.” Quinn’s voice was breathless. “I just…Fuck…”
    G’aladon realized that for a human, the attraction between the three of them must be confusing. As a feral, Roarke might have a different mindset, but Quinn had been brought up with the idea of a slow dating process. G’aladon was fairly certain Quinn’s family had