The Power Of The Bite by Lisa Oliver Read Free Book Online

the habits of a lifetime. Now. If Zane was going to live, then Dax had to allow himself to be claimed.
    Zane’s cheeks might be gaunt, and his eyes were still ringed with black, but his lips were hot and hard, and so damned talented that Dax mentally kicked himself for not tasting them before. He felt a momentary pang of jealousy at where his mate might have picked up his skills, but with Zane’s tongue mapping out every inch of his mouth he wasn’t in a position to ask about it. Instead he put his hands to good use, teasing, lifting and finally tearing clothing, eager to feel the coolness of Zane’s skin.
    “You wolves are fucking tough on clothes,” Zane remarked as he pulled back, stripping Dax with far more efficiency and a lot less tearing of cloth than Dax had achieved. Dax was pleased that Zane had thought to save his shirt and pants because it wasn’t as though he had many good clothes, but then…who the fuck could think about clothes when their cock was suddenly encased in a warmth that defied description.
    Oh fucking hell, why hadn’t he encouraged Zane to do this before? Was he the king of fucking idiots? Zane’s generous mouth was stretched to the limit but it took him down easily, with no gag reflex in sight. Dax moaned as Zane’s head bobbed and ducked, teasing his length until he was ready to blow in mere seconds. Determined not to embarrass himself, he clawed his hands into his legs, trying to use pain to overcome the pleasure. But it seemed Zane had other ideas.
    Pulling off with a resounding pop, Zane growled, grabbing Dax’s hands and pushing them into his own hair. “You’ll stay hard,” he promised, the heat in his red eyes scorching Dax’s soul. Taking his mate at his word, Dax pushed down on Zane’s head, curling his fingers in hair he’d longed to touch and never taken the time to bother. There wasn’t much to grab onto, but there was enough, not that Zane needed any encouragement with what he was doing. In an embarrassingly short space of time Dax groaned long and loud as spunk poured from his cock, straight down his mate’s throat.
    Zane didn’t allow Dax any time to recover. His devilish looking vampire was still sucking on Dax’s cock like a lollipop, one hand resting on Dax’s thigh, the other searching under couch cushions for…of course, lube. Could his mate be any more cliché? Dax felt a smart comment bubble between his lips, but it was completely swamped by the hellish moan that wrenched itself out of his throat instead, as Zane breached him for the first time.
    Fucking hell, who would have known, it didn’t hurt. And what’s more Dax’s wolf, who had reacted angrily in the past when anyone had tried to reach behind him, was panting and spinning around in excitement under his skin. The wolf side of him clearly recognized Zane’s strength and was more than happy to submit. Who knew?
    Fast, but thorough. Zane worked quickly, still sucking and slurping all over his dick, his fingers on a completely separate mission that involved a lot of lube, some cool and surprisingly thick fingers, and a mission to prepare Dax’s ass to receive something around the size of a freaking baseball bat.  Was his mate really that well-endowed?  Had he honestly never taken the time, in three months’ worth of hook ups to find out? Geez, he was a prize idiot. He should be shot for the way he had treated his mate.
    “Stop thinking, you’re giving me a complex,” Zane said, but there was no annoyance in his tone. He reached down between his legs, coating what was a substantial looking cock in his hands with the remnants of the slick on his hands. Zane might not be as thick as Dax, but he was longer and Dax swallowed a minor gulp at the thought of how much it was going to hurt, taking something like that inside of him.
    You’re a wolf shifter, damn it, an Alpha wolf. Suck it up. He told himself firmly.
    “Second thoughts?” Zane asked quietly, as he knelt between Dax’s knees, his