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

Styles broke. He buried his face in Robby’s neck, tightened his arms around the man’s body, and thrust his hips upward. He could feel a small part of him healing as he made slow, sweet love to his mate.
    “Please…don’t…” Styles’s throat grew tight as he thrust his cock into Robby’s body. “Don’t ever…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. His emotions were raw, like an open wound. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable since…ever.
    “I have you,” Robby whispered. “And I’ll never hurt you, Styles. I’ll never let anyone else hurt you either.”
    Styles shook his head, feeling as if this moment was unreal. How could anyone love him this much? It was almost unbearable.
    Robby began to purr, the sound vibrating his chest. It was the oddest sound. Styles pulled back and gazed down at his mate. Robby was grinning widely and then he chuckled. “Looks like you won the challenge, stud.”
    Styles threw his head back and laughed, taking Robby down to the floor and driving his cock deep into Robby’s ass. His mate groaned, wrapped his fingers around his bobbing cock, and began to stroke himself.
    Watching his mate try to get himself off was so fucking erotic. He wanted to make this last all night, but being inside Robby, watching him stroke his flesh was becoming too damn much.
    Styles felt his balls draw tight to his body, a tingling racing up his spine. He reached between them and curled his fingers over the top of Robby’s, helping his mate get off as he kissed Robby’s shoulder and then sank his canines into the soft flesh.
    He felt his mate’s hot seed spilling between them and his hole clamping down tightly around Styles’s cock as Robby shouted his name. With a flurry of hard and fast thrusts, Styles finally froze, buried as deep as he could be, his cock exploding in his mate’s ass. He growled around the flesh his canines were buried in before he pulled them free and licked the wound.
    Robby lay there panting, his eyes glassy, a large smile on his face. Styles just knelt there, staring down into his forever. He had just claimed the man, the wolf, his mate and he couldn’t find it in himself to regret what he had just done.
     
    * * * *
     
    Robby woke sometime in the middle of the night. His body was sore as hell but he couldn’t stop smiling. He gazed over at Styles who was fast asleep. The man looked so damn peaceful with his eyes closed. Robby wished he would always look this serene.
    Pushing out of bed, Robby headed toward the bathroom. Now that he didn’t have lust riding his mind, he thought about his house. Who on earth would break in? It didn’t make any sense to him whatsoever.
    He didn’t have any enemies.
    Robby spotted his cell phone on the bathroom counter. He had totally forgotten that he had left it there right before he took his shower. Using the bathroom, Robby washed his hands and then grabbed his phone.
    There was a missed call and a voice mail.
    It was probably Kenway telling him to show up early tomorrow. Robby loved getting the overtime, but hated the earlier hours sometimes.
    He pressed his ear to the phone, glancing at the bathroom door and eager to get back to bed so he could curl in next to Styles. Whether the man knew it or not, he was a cuddle bunny in his sleep.
    Robby froze, his heart beating out of control as he listened to the message.
    “You have something that belongs to me. If you don’t return it, I’m going to make you wish you were never born.”

Chapter Eight
     
    “I’m looking at him right now,” Kota said into the phone.
    “Are you sure it’s him?” Maverick asked as he dropped down onto the sofa in his office, his mind racing as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on.
    He had sent his second to the demon realm, wanting to do a little investigating of his own. Maverick didn’t trust that Panahasi would tell him if Kenyon was there. He wasn’t sure, but the niggling feeling had been with him since his meeting at