City of Blood (Godstone Saga #6) Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Godstone Saga Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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Rayne reached up and smoothed his fingers along the back of one of Eno’s hands, soothing away the trembling tension. “Never again, Eno,” he easily agreed. “I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’ll never hide my pain from you again.”

And he meant all the pain he felt.

Over the past several months, too many events and horrors had nearly separated them. Rayne wasn’t willing to take chances with their time together. He wanted to squeeze every second of happiness out of the time they had left, no matter how long that was.

Eno’s hand relaxed and he resumed scrubbing Rayne’s scalp while Rayne returned his own hand to the water. His lover carefully rinsed away the soap and dirt before grabbing more soap. With meticulous care, Eno started at his fingertips and moved up his arm, across his shoulders and chest to his other arm. He soaped up feet and legs, massaging every inch of his body as he worked over him. There wasn’t a single shred of tension left in his frame. As it was, Rayne was beginning to have serious doubts about his ability to climb out of the tub. The water wasn’t all that deep. Maybe he could take a catnap in the water until it cooled.

But Eno was snagging his hand, fingers tightening as he pulled. “On your feet.”

“What?” Rayne asked in such a sleepy tone. He was already drifting off.

“There are a couple of bits I can’t reach while they’re in the water. I need you to stand.”

Rayne’s eyes snapped open and he was wide awake now. Somehow his sleepy mind had forgotten all about that. Tightening his grip on Eno’s hand, Rayne pulled himself up to his feet. Eno turned Rayne toward him while picking up the soap. With his hands lathered up, he massaged the tight muscles in Rayne’s ass.

Oh, fuck. How had he forgotten how nice this felt? Eno’s strong hands worked him over while Rayne wrapped his arms around his lover’s shoulders, clinging to him for support as the remains of his brain melted down. When one thick finger slid into his crease, Rayne moaned into Eno’s ear.

All the blood was rushing to his dick and suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. He needed to come. He needed Eno to penetrate him with that finger. No, he needed to be fucked. To feel Eno stretching him and pounding into him until there was nothing left of him but endless pleasure.

Before he could get his tongue to work enough to articulate any of those desires, soap-slicked fingers wrapped his cock, squeezing while stroking him. The blunt tip of that thick finger pressed past the tight muscles, and Rayne lost his battle to remain quiet. Rayne cried out, gripping Eno’s shoulders as he squirmed, trying to thrust into his fist and fuck himself on Eno’s finger at the same time.

Eno lifted his head and a wicked grin spread across his lips. “Look at you. So fucking sexy,” he growled. “And no one else ever gets to see the proper Rayne Laurent like this. Just about to fall apart with nothing but my hands.”

“Eno!” Rayne cried, his voice cracking. He was close, but this wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. He wanted more. Wanted Eno hovering right on the edge with him.

His lover released him completely and Rayne choked on a sob at the sudden loss of contact.

“Rinse, and I’ll finish taking care of you.”

Rayne immediately dropped into the water, splashing himself a few times to wash off the last of the soap, not caring in the slightest where the water was flying. The second he thought he was suitably clean of suds, he stood and Eno was grabbing him. The world became a blur as he latched on to Eno’s mouth, kissing and biting at him as if they’d not seen each other in months.

The next thing he knew, his damp skin was touching the soft pallet they’d been sleeping on. Eno tore his mouth free from Rayne’s and kissed a steady path down the center of his chest, straight to his cock. Eno paused only long enough to give him another wicked grin, and then he was swallowing Rayne like he’d been waiting for this meal his entire life. That perfect tongue swept along his hard shaft while Eno sucked hard enough to make Rayne’s toes curl. He groaned loudly, not caring if the entire village could hear him.

Pleasure scorched through him, and Rayne arched off the pallet. He threaded his fingers through Eno’s damp hair and fought the urge to thrust. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to speed this along. This moment needed to stretch on and on forever. There was nothing outside of this house. No gods, village, or looming end of the world.

His entire existence shrank to a single pinpoint of time. Everything was Eno. Only his lover’s hands, mouth, and the delicious hum rising from the back of his throat to massage Rayne’s dick.


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