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

you, always making you wonder what I’m going to do next.” The man’s words had a slight snarl to them but Styles could see that Robby loved sending ransom notes, loved the game of guess-what-I’m-going-to-do-next.
    He could be just as spontaneous as Robby. Styles could keep his mate guessing as well. Like now for instance. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the lube, keeping a tight grip on it. Then, in one swift move, Styles took Robby to the wooden floor. He was on top of his mate in a heartbeat, slamming his lips over Robby’s.
    Styles set the lube down next to Robby’s head as he tried to devour the man.
    His mate dug his fingernails into Styles’s shoulders, parting his lips. Their tongues dueled and fought over who would control the kiss. Robby might be slim, and not as tall as Styles, but the man definitely had a strong, aggressive personality.
    Grabbing his mate’s wrist, Styles locked the man’s hands over his head. He smiled, flashing his white teeth. “You are a very determined man. What, do you think you’ll roll me, place me on bottom, and then what were your plans?”
    Robby lifted his head and tried to nip at Styles’s lips. “Very naughty ones.”
    Styles dipped his head and locked his teeth on Robby’s throat, giving the man a throaty growl before he pulled back and kissed his neck. His cock was hard, straining in his jeans and Styles could feel the blood pulsing, making him almost mad with the need.
    Robby smirked at him. “Don’t worry, you would’ve kept control.”
    Styles seriously doubted that. Locking eyes with the man beneath him, Styles lowered his head and licked his tongue over Robby’s exposed chest, smiling to himself when his mate’s breath hitched. He could feel Robby tugging at his arms, trying to get his hands free.
    In the struggle to see who was going to dominate who, there was no fucking way Styles was going to release the man. Never before had Styles met a man who should’ve fallen into the category of twink, yet acted more like a dominant alpha.
    But under all the posturing, Robby was also determined to love Styles, no matter how much he pushed the man away, snapped at him, or acted like a total ass. He saw Styles as his and was laying his claim.
    Releasing one of Robby’s arms, Styles pointed at the man, giving him a look that said, “don’t fucking move.” He shoved at his jeans, kicking them off. He wanted skin against skin. Styles wanted their entire bodies to touch without confinements, without anything getting in the way.
    With his free hand, Robby tried to reach down and grab Styles’s cock. He knocked the man’s hand away. “Still trying to take over?”
    “Still trying to play.” His mate’s eyes shimmered with laughter, his features softening as he gazed at Styles with such love that Styles had to look away. He couldn’t understand how Robby could love him and they had just met. Not only that, how could Robby love him when Styles had done everything in his power to keep the man away from him?
    “Growl for me,” Robby teased as his hitched his hips and drove his cock forward, making the heated flesh slide along Styles’s own erection. “It flips my trigger when I hear that sound coming from you.”
    His mate lifted his legs and swung them around Styles’s waist, locking Styles into place. “Or should I be begging you to purr?”
    Styles was totally and utterly confused. Robby was acting dominant and submissive at the same time. He was giving Styles control, yet keeping some for himself. “It is you who is going to be purring like a kitten when I’m done with you.”
    “Challenge accepted,” Robby said as he humped at Styles’s groin. “Make me purr, Styles.”
    Styles’s blood ran hot at Robby’s words. Not only did he want to make the man purr, but he wanted to hear Robby crying out his name as he came.
    He was so caught up in wanting to fuck Robby through the floor that Styles no longer cared that the man was a wolf. He no