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

into G’aladon’s mouth, not going too fast, giving him time to adjust.
    In a way, G’aladon was thankful for it. He wanted to take his time, to get to know his lovers’ needs and desires, to give them the same pleasure they had already offered him. Supporting himself on a single arm, he reached with the other hand and cupped Quinn’s erection in his fist. The human hissed as G’aladon started directing the rhythm, taking that sweet dick all the way into his throat. The flavor of Quinn’s pre-cum exploded on his taste buds, more addictive than all the magic and power in the world.
    Roarke didn’t allow him to move any further. G’aladon lost all pretenses of control when two slick fingers slipped into his ass. Where had Roarke gotten lubricant? Well, everything was possible here, and it seemed that Roarke and Quinn had some sort of control over the astral realm.
    The reminder of where they were should have scared G’aladon or at least deflated his arousal, but it didn’t. For the first time in ages, he felt safe, complete. In fact, G’aladon didn’t remember ever experiencing this emotion of fulfillment. Before being sent to this place, he’d never been satisfied with his life, not even when he’d traded his soul for the power that had eventually become his downfall. It still hadn’t been enough. He’d always wanted more. Something had always been lacking.
    He needed more of Quinn and Roarke as well, but in a different way. Their touches cleansed him. Their passion purified him. And when Roarke’s talented fingers crooked inside him and hit his prostate, the pleasure he received made him feel like a new man.
    Urgency rose inside G’aladon as Roarke continued to stretch him. As much as he liked the skilled way those digits worked him, G’aladon craved the real thing. He wanted Roarke to pound inside him, to make him believe that this was forever, not a temporary dream.
    As if guessing his thoughts, Roarke removed his fingers from G’aladon’s ass. Seconds later, the blunt head of his cock nudged against G’aladon’s opening. “Ready?” the feral asked.
    If not for the cock in his mouth, G’aladon would have shouted, “Gods, yes,” or perhaps, “Fucking get on with it.” As it was, he just moaned and nodded enthusiastically. The vibrations must have felt amazing around Quinn’s dick, as the human released a soft gasp and pulled G’aladon’s hair with uncharacteristic roughness. But G’aladon didn’t have the time to wonder which side of Quinn he liked best. In one smooth thrust, Roarke buried his dick inside him.
    G’aladon’s world melted into pure flame. The hard column of Roarke’s cock pierced him, branding him from the inside out. And then Roarke and Quinn began a maddening rhythm, fucking his mouth and his ass, giving him everything he’d ever wanted.
    As they moved in and out of him, he surrendered completely, allowing them to direct the course of the encounter. He realized now why he’d never managed to feel content with what he had achieved. No matter how much power, wealth, or fame he acquired, he had always yearned for them. Even when he had killed his soul, it had returned to him, summoned by their presence, by their unmistakable beauty and strength.
    Roarke, the feral who never blamed G’aladon for driving him into his current condition, who accepted G’aladon for who he was and took the lead, refusing to allow him to wallow in his self-pity. Quinn, the human who held enough love in his heart to cry for a witch once capable of attempting to kill his own blood, who had reached out for G’aladon, enduring a pain none of his species should have been able to face. They were both too good for him, but they didn’t see it that way. And when he looked at himself through their eyes, G’aladon thought that maybe, he might truly have another chance.
    It went on and on, until G’aladon became lost between his confusing emotions and a nirvana incomparable to anything he’d ever