Deadly Dorian Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #3)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
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No, not just a need, but a yearning so strong, his fingers actually ached to create.

That thought gave him pause, but it didn’t last because Royce stepped close enough to share body heat then, and Marc’s thoughts derailed. He took a deep breath and held it, greedily keeping the masculine scent of Royce in his lungs. His heart picked up beats, and it wasn’t because of the lack of air. Royce’s hand came up slowly…so slowly. Almost like he was fighting the gesture; his frown growing more brutal.

“Your hair is so fucking soft,” he muttered through gritted teeth as his fingers speared into the longer section that fell over the side of his head. His eyes locked on Marc’s mouth. “And your mouth. It’s like you were given the sultriest mouth to temper the rest of your face. The food is nice, Marc. But you…you make me hungry.” He rubbed his thumb over Marc’s bottom lip. “Especially your mouth.”

Marc had heard his face described as severe. Harsh even, with its sharp edges and low, dark brows. He’d even been called beautiful before. But no one had ever looked at him with such longing. Royce’s gaze had locked on his lips. “Then taste it,” he whispered.

Strong fingers slid to the back of his neck as Royce yanked him close and took his mouth with an aggression that made his knees weaken. His other hand came out to grab Marc’s waist, and all Marc could do was hold on to his arms as Royce invaded his mouth over and over. He didn’t stop there, pushing Marc back until his spine hit the wall. Royce pressed his body hard against his as his tongue explored his mouth. His beard scraped over Marc’s jaw and over his lips. Marc fucking loved it. Loved knowing he’d have beard burn setting his face on fire later. He dug his fingers into Royce’s back, his skin so hot he felt the heat through his shirt.

Need raced through his body, and he clasped Royce closer, shuddering when Royce slipped one muscular thigh between Marc’s legs, and began a slow rocking against him. He brought his hands up to clutch Royce’s head, relishing the feel of his thick hair as he met Royce’s tongue, stroke for stroke. A rumbling groan vibrated into his mouth, and Marc needed to touch Royce’s bare skin more than he needed to breathe. He brought his hands down and pulled the back of Royce’s shirt free of his jeans, then ran his hands underneath, groaning at the feel of satiny skin over muscle and bone.

Royce gripped his ass and hitched their lower bodies closer, rubbing his hard dick onto Marc’s thigh.

He pulled back to gasp air into his lungs, and Royce’s mouth fell to his neck. He moaned and tilted his head back as pleasure raced behind each press of his lips and beard.

“I’m still hungry,” Royce murmured into his skin, voice low and husky. He suddenly stepped back and Marc knew, he just knew, Royce was about to drop to his knees. He started shaking in anticipation.

Then it was like someone threw frigid water all over him because he spotted Lilah standing frozen in the kitchen. Royce frowned, then followed his gaze, and the low growl that he let out sounded thick with frustration and annoyance.

Marc closed his eyes and hit the back of his head against the wall. “Get out, Lilah.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Wow. I didn’t…I’m not…”

“Just. Go.” He opened his eyes, feeling a slash of regret cut through him when he saw how truly embarrassed she was, and it surprised him, because this time, he didn’t see disgust. He saw regret. His mouth fell open slightly as shock chased out the regret. She actually felt bad for walking in on them.

“Out,” Royce barked. “Unless you plan to watch me suck his dick.”

Her face flooded red, and Marc couldn’t bring himself to care because Royce didn’t give either of them a chance to decide. He grabbed Marc’s arm and pulled him past Lilah and down the hall to his room. He slammed the door behind them and shoved Marc into it.

“That woman needs to learn we need privacy,” Royce said, not bothering to lower his voice at all as he dropped to his knees and reached for Marc’s jeans.

Marc barely heard the sound of a door slam over the rush of blood in his ears. Royce was nuzzling his face into Marc’s crotch even as he unzipped his jeans. He moved back just enough to yank them and his underwear down to his knees before taking Marc’s cock into his mouth. The long, low groan of pleasure he released at the same time had Marc holding his breath, then letting it out in a cry as his dick was enveloped in the loveliest heat and suction.


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