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

warned him away from romantic entanglements with paranormal creatures.
    His heart warm with affection for the courageous human, G’aladon cupped Quinn’s cheek. Throwing all caution to the wind, he pressed his mouth to that of the younger man’s.
    Whatever uncertainties Quinn might have had paled when faced with the passion between true mates. Much like Roarke had done earlier for him, G’aladon took possession of Quinn’s mouth, his tongue twining with that of the human.
    Quinn climbed into his lap, rubbing his body against G’aladon’s. The clothes covering the human created a frustrating barrier, preventing G’aladon from touching Quinn. His hands tore at the buttons of Quinn’s shirt, pulling on the material, not caring in the slightest when he heard seams rip and cotton tear.
    Thankfully, Quinn had a more efficient method to disrobe. Briefly breaking the kiss, he took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. G’aladon’s hands itched to grab Quinn again, but he could tell the human was attempting to focus.
    His patience paid off, as a few moments later, Quinn’s clothes disappeared, and so did Roarke’s. G’aladon could have sobbed in relief. He massaged Quinn’s ass, running his fingers over the crease and reaching between the tempting cheeks to tease at Quinn’s hole.
    Alas, Roarke stopped him before he could get any further. The feral pulled Quinn and G’aladon apart, his gray eyes having gone almost black with lust. “Enough,” Roarke growled. “If I watch you two touch for much longer, I’m gonna come.” He slapped G’aladon’s naked ass. “I don’t want to do that until I’m inside you.”
    Quinn seemed to shake himself out of a trance and nodded. “You have to relax and let us take care of you.”
    G’aladon might have said that he was entirely capable of deciding what he wanted to do and what he would enjoy. However, he couldn’t bring himself to protest the idea of Roarke fucking him. Having been close to the feral for so long, he knew how well-endowed Roarke was, but he had yet to experience it in his own skin.
    “It looks like you like the idea.” Roarke smirked. “I knew you’d see things our way.”
    With that, the feral flipped G’aladon on all fours. The action took G’aladon by surprise, and he released a startled yelp. Roarke didn’t give him time to even blink. He pressed his naked body to G’aladon’s, making him shudder with lust. Meanwhile, Quinn crawled in front of him, his jutting erection demanding G’aladon’s attention.
    G’aladon didn’t even know where to look, what to focus on. Roarke caressed his back with certain, strong hands while Quinn brushed his hair out of his face, all gentleness and innocent lust. A moan escaped G’aladon, and he pushed back against Roarke, demanding the feral’s possession.
    Roarke didn’t delay in complying with the request. He spread G’aladon’s ass cheeks, rubbing his thumb over G’aladon’s nether opening. G’aladon whimpered pathetically. Each of his men’s touches seemed more powerful than the last, exploring every bit of his needy body. Everything they did appeared to be designed especially to drive him wild with lust.
    He wiggled his ass and licked his lips, telling them without words what he wanted. As always, they understood him. Quinn hesitated for a few moments, giving Roarke an inquiring look.
    “Go on, baby,” Roarke encouraged the human. “Fuck his mouth. He wants you to.”
    Quinn rubbed his prick over G’aladon’s lips, and G’aladon immediately reacted. He parted his lips, ready to take Quinn’s cock deep. But however inexperienced Quinn was, he also seemed determined to overwhelm G’aladon with his gentle caresses, to kill him with kindness. The human’s hands slipped into his hair, kneading his scalp. G’aladon had never thought he’d have erogenous spots there of all places, but his already hard-as-nails prick throbbed with every move of those fingers. Slowly, Quinn pushed his dick