Tempestuous Miracles by Anya Byrne Read Free Book Online

In truth, Mirian had no idea what he was doing. He was just following his heart and, if he wanted to be perfectly honest, his body.
    As soon as they got to Mirian's room, he closed the door behind them and pinned Frey against the wood. He had no experience with this and he knew he was being rash, but he didn't care anymore.
    Without allowing himself to hesitate, Mirian pressed his body to Frey's and crushed their mouths together. The moment their lips came into contact, his mind went blank. He had no plans beyond this point, no clue on what he was supposed to do—so he didn't think. He just acted, and it worked beautifully.
    At first, Frey tried to protest. "Wait, Mirian... We... We need to talk about this."
    Mirian would have been disheartened by the apparent rejection had the words not come out breathless and raw. Following a sudden urge, he ground his hips against Frey's. He wasn't as tall as Frey, but he still managed the right angle and brought their cocks together. Frey let out a tortured moan. "Oh shit..."
    Mirian was satisfied to see Frey come undone like that. Of course, he wasn't doing much better himself. In fact, the moment Frey stopped resisting and started kissing him in earnest, Mirian's knees went weak. He would have fallen if not for Frey wrapping a strong arm around his waist. He whimpered into their lip-lock, hoping to convince Frey to touch him more, to give him what they both craved.
    Wetness gathered between his ass cheeks, and it startled him so much he almost jerked away from Frey. It wasn't that he hadn't felt it before—his suppressors tamed his heat, but that didn't mean he couldn't get aroused. Just the same, it had never been like this, and never in the company of someone else.
    Fortunately, Frey's presence neutralized any nervousness he might have felt. He moaned and in the process parted his lips, granting Frey entrance. Frey didn't delay on taking him up on the invitation. He thrust his tongue into Mirian's mouth, claiming him, devouring him, taking everything he had to give.
    The next thing Mirian knew, Frey was lifting him in his arms, strong hands clenching around his buttocks. Mirian trembled in Frey's hold, but not because of fear. The only thing he could focus on was the excitement, the need, the desire to be skin to skin with this man he craved so much.
    His mate almost seemed to read his mind. Frey placed him on the bed with worshipful gentleness and proceeded to divest him of his clothes. Mirian hadn't gotten the chance to wash up and change after their stint on the beach and in the cave, but Frey didn't seem to care or find any obstacle in it. When the humid garments protested being removed normally, Frey let his claws slide over the material. The sharp tips sliced through the cloth like a knife through butter, and the proof of Frey's wild nature made Mirian's cock throb and his anus clench around empty air.
    Frey's nostrils flared and he let out a growl that sounded nothing like what a human would utter. "Mirian..."
    The sound of his name on Frey's lips was like a palpable caress on Mirian's overheated skin. Mirian let out a choked groan. "Frey... Oh, God... Please, please... I need..."
    He had no idea what he needed, didn't know what he was asking for. He just knew that if Frey didn't touch him more, he would die. His world was consumed by the heat of Frey's flesh, the strength of his virile presence. Frey's eyes were glowing, fierce and bright like supernovas, and in their intensity, Mirian saw the tempestuous blaze of the storm that had brought them together. It would be so easy to drown in that gaze, he thought, so easy to forget everything he was and had ever been as long as he could find his new self in those bright orbs.
    Hypnotized by Frey's eyes, Mirian lost track of time, to the point where he completely missed the moment Frey managed to undress him. He didn't miss the results, though. As soon as Mirian was naked, Frey practically pounced of him. It wasn't like before, on