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

longer cared about anything except claiming the man. Robby was driving him insane, making him want things that he had never wanted before.
    But the one thing Styles wanted most was to hear Robby tell him that he loved him. He wanted assurance the Robby would never hurt him. If his mate betrayed him, did anything to make Styles doubt the man, he knew he would be crushed. His world would come to a screeching halt.
    Because he was doing the one thing he never thought he would do in life. He was going to trust a wolf. He was going to give himself over to Robby, and he was going to trust the man not to destroy him. It was the most terrifying feeling in the world. Styles had never trusted anyone, not even the men he lived with. Not one hundred percent. None of the shifters he lived with had his total and utter trust.
    Styles gazed down into Robby’s eyes, seeing his future, seeing his happiness…or his destruction. Because Robby was now capable of doing the one thing that no one had ever had the ability to do before.
    He could destroy Styles. He had given his mate that capability when he decided that he was going to claim the man. When he dipped his head, Styles took Robby’s lips in a tender, gentle kiss. His hand smoothed over Robby’s flesh, trying to memorize every dip, every valley. This was the first time he had opened himself up, and he was praying that Robby did him no harm.
    Pulling back into a kneeling position, Styles scooped Robby up with him, settling the man in his lap. His arms wrapped around Robby’s body, his fingers exploring as his tongue did the same. He tasted the man’s lips, his jaw, and then kissed a trail down the man’s neck.
    As he continued to make love to the man’s flesh with his lips, Styles reached for the discarded lube. He squeezed a good portion of the clear liquid onto his fingers and then dropped the bottle next to his knee. Styles ran his fingers down the crease of Robby’s ass, feeling his mate panting, breathing harder as he captured Styles’s lips and sucked Styles’s tongue in, playing with the appendage.
    Styles ran his fingers over the puckered back entrance, probing before slipping a single finger past the tight muscles. His other hand cupped Robby’s scalp, holding his head in place before he pulled his lips away from Robby’s mouth, and began to nibble his way toward Robby’s ear.
    “Purr for me,” Styles whispered as he inserted a second finger into his mate’s ass. “I want to hear how I make you feel.”
    Robby’s head fell back onto his shoulders as his lips parted and his eyes fluttered closed. A long, provocative groan rumbled through him. The man was rocking, impaling Styles’s fingers continuously as his hands cupped Styles’s neck, holding on as he took his pleasure.
    The sight was rapturous, spellbinding, making Styles’s breath freeze in his lungs. He’d had many lovers over the years, and none of them had ever responded to him so passionately, so wantonly. His throat tightened at the way Robby was giving himself to Styles. The man was holding nothing back.
    Inserting a third finger, Styles quickly stretched his mate, desperate to get inside the man. He wanted to feel like he was a part of Robby. Styles wanted to sink inside the man and never leave. Robby had a zest for life, and Styles wanted a piece of that. He wanted to feel whole again. But most of all, he wanted to look at life without the hatred that brewed in his heart.
    Removing his fingers, Styles lined his cock up and then let Robby take control, easing himself onto Styles’s shaft. He held on to his mate, fascinated beyond measure at the way Robby was looking at him, staring into Styles’s eyes as if he were the man’s entire world.
    When he tried to turn his head, Robby placed his hand on the side of Styles’s face, refusing to let Styles look away. “I love you, Styles. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be the light in your darkness. Let me in, please.”
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