The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free Page B

than him. It wasn’t just the knowledge that he had to get to the bottom of whatever was causing his nightmares. No, there was much more to it than that. In some ways, he himself didn’t understand the anxiety pooling within him. It was as if he waited for something in particular, something that might change his life.
    He got his answer when he sensed Shen approach once more. This time, however, the other shifter brought another young man with him. The new arrival’s blond locks brushed against his shoulders, and his big blue eyes widened at the first sight of Roarke. Roarke’s wolf burst out of him with such intensity that he couldn’t help but take a step forward. Mate , it howled. Mate. Take him. Claim him.
    A complex array of emotions pulsed inside Roarke’s heart, tangled together like a Gordian knot he couldn’t possibly untie. He’d always been convinced that ferals couldn’t have mates. But then, he had found out from other members of the community that Devon had mated witch Hewitt Moore, and another feral, Mason. Usually, paranormals were a secretive bunch—which was, actually, the reason why the Tanner family business thrived—but Devon’s mating had caused such an uproar once it become general knowledge that it even reached Roarke’s ears.
    Even so, he had not thought for a second that he would have the same luck his friend did. The best outcome he could come up with for his near future had been escaping his nightmares. And naturally, nothing had prepared him for encountering the other half of himself here, with the family he’d avoided for so long. Because the beautiful blond was clearly Quinn Tanner, the human Roarke had come here to see.
    Shen looked from Roarke to Quinn then quietly backed away from the room. It was wise of him, since Roarke’s hackles rose just at seeing another man in the proximity of his mate. Oh, Spirit Mother, his mate. Would he ever get used to that thought?
    Quinn hesitantly stepped forward, his eyes never straying from Roarke’s face. He was tall, but slender, and Roarke could easily imagine those long legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust inside Quinn’s welcoming heat. Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking these things. He’d come here for a reason, and it wasn’t to claim a mate.
    “Beautiful, is he not?” The strange presence appeared in Roarke’s mind, weak, but definitely there. “Talk to him. I want to hear his voice again.”
    Quinn released a soft gasp and looked up, as if seeking something. Instantly, Roarke knew what Quinn hoped to find. “You hear him, too, don’t you?” he blurted out.
    The human looked toward him again and nodded slowly. “I do. Well, normally at least. He’s been weak lately.”
    “It might be because he’s been trying to contact me,” Roarke replied. Finally, he remembered his manners and extended his hand. “Forgive me. I should introduce myself. My name is Roarke Darbonne.”
    Quinn took the offered palm and squeezed it. “Quinn Tanner. It’s a—”
    Whatever else the human planned to say was cut off when the skin contact between them finally registered. Shocks of pleasure coursed through Roarke at the first feel of his mate’s body. Quinn’s skin was soft, his handshake gentle, but firm. Roarke’s mind immediately went to how that grip would feel around his cock. His prick had been interested ever since Quinn had entered the room, but now, it went rock hard, arousal pooling heavily in his balls.
    To Roarke’s credit, his mate seemed just as affected. His cheeks gained a rosy color, and Roarke yearned to remove the offending clothing shielding Quinn’s body from sight and see just how far the blush went. Then, Quinn licked his lips, and Roarke’s brain just about melted. For fuck’s sake, he was a feral. How could he be expected to rein in his instincts when his mate was right there in front of him, innocently seducing him? Quinn probably didn’t even realize what that simple motion could do to Roarke. Just