Kissing Reno [Brac Village 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Lynn Hagen [best manga ereader .txt] 📗

He had to think about this logically. The man was human and would probably call the cops if Reno tried to fuck him on the bakery floor. As a matter of fact, Reno had no doubt he would be wearing handcuffs if he tried. Surely he would be charged with sexual assault. While he didn’t care about sex in public, he sure as hell did not want to go to jail for it.

For now, getting to work would be a damn good idea and jail-free.

Then again, handcuffs wouldn’t be so bad as long as his mate was cuffed to the counter, wearing nothing but flour.

Against his better judgment, Reno glanced up before pulling off and saw the human looking his way from the large storefront window. His blue eyes widened and darted away when he saw Reno glancing at him. Reno smirked. The human looked like a scared little rabbit peering at the predator through blades of grass on a warm day.

Damn it!

Reno pulled his hog back into the parking spot and left the damn thing running. He removed his helmet and walked back inside the bakery. Self-control was not one of his strong suits. As a matter of fact, he sucked at it. All he wanted right now was to taste his mate.

The guy blinked rapidly as Reno strode toward him with a predatory gait, his eyes fixed on nothing and no one but the man right in front of him as if the rest of the world did not exist, and in that instant, it didn’t. Only Reno, the human, and Reno’s desire to mate with him existed.

“Can I help you?” his mate asked with a slight squeak as Reno invaded his personal space.

Without one single word, Reno snagged his mate behind the neck and pulled him close. His actions held a high level of confidence, and anyone watching would have thought he was completely sure about what he was doing. But inside, he hoped like hell the guy didn’t slap the shit out of him and call the cops.

Reno stared deeply into his mate’s eyes like a beast about to attack his prey. “You are no longer single. Understood?” Reno didn’t wait for a response. His coyote wouldn’t let him. He pulled the guy to him, his mate’s breath touching his lips for a brief moment before Reno dipped his head for an openmouthed kiss. Reno not only plunged his tongue deep into his mate’s mouth, but nipped his bottom lip for good measure. His fingers curled in the man’s dark-brown hair when the taste of the human flooded his mouth. His mate stirred Reno’s body to a level of desire that he had never tasted as he gave the short strands a slight tug before he pulled back.

Kissing the man had been like touching his lips to a live wire. He was hooked, addicted to the taste and the scent of the human. Reno wanted to taste him again and again.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” his mate asked as he shoved at Reno’s chest.

Reno pulled his hair tighter, locking eyes with his mate. “Getting you ready for the dance.”

Reno released the man and walked out of the bakery, jumped on his motorcycle, and took off down Main Street. His body was tight, hot, and needy, the pressure almost too much. That was the exact reason he hadn’t wanted to look back when he left the first time.

Now he wanted to fuck. His mate barely let Reno get away with a kiss, so he would probably not allow Reno to suddenly attack and claim him.

Besides, coyotes liked to play. They liked chasing their mates down, which, in a way, was almost like stalking them. He was about to begin a game with his little human, petting and teasing until he heard sweet begging coming from the man’s lips.

Reno pulled into the parking lot of the fire station, barely able to stand he was so hard and ready. He knew that if he didn’t take evasive action that he would turn around and go right back. He paced back and forth a few times, thinking of what to do. Finally, he flipped his cell phone open and called the number on the front of the box of donuts.

“Sweet Delight.” It was Kenway.

“Tell your little baker to get out of there.”

“Who the hell is this?”

“I’m going to be coming for him, Kenway. If he doesn’t want to be claimed in front of everyone, I suggest he hides for now.” It was the best Reno could do. He knew he couldn’t stop himself from going back there, so he had to make sure his mate wouldn’t be there when he did.

The phone was silent. “Are you the guy who just left here, the one who kissed him?”

“He’s my mate and I’m coyote. This is his only warning.” Reno hung up, smiling to himself as he pocketed the phone. Those who weren’t coyote wouldn’t understand the mating dance. They would look at Reno as some sort of psycho. There was nothing psychotic in his mind, only a lust that burned like the sun and an unquenchable desire for his mate’s body.

Oh no. He was definitely not psycho. He was simply on the hunt and ready to play. Grabbing the box and bag, Reno headed into the station.

His mate had just been warned.

Game on.

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Covering his parted lips lightly with his fingers, Baker Cross was still standing there in shock when the phone on the wall rang. He could still feel the flush of adrenaline tingling through his body. Had anyone in his life ever kissed him like that before? He knew the answer before the question finished forming in his head.

Never.

Kenway answered as Baker glanced out of the window, his thoughts fuzzy as he found it hard to think. Who was that guy and why did