Hagen, Lynn - Snooke [Demon Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Free

the same as this morning.
    He was still extremely tall. At six-eight, he would notice a growth spurt or shrinkage. He ran his hands over his biceps, seeing no change. They were still well developed. His mahogany-brown hair still sat at his shoulders, the auburn highlights noticeable in the florescent lighting of the bathroom.
    Kane blew out a breath. “So why did he run?” he asked his reflection.
    Kane ran his hands threw his hair as he stared at his mirror image.
    “So what the hell is his problem? I’m interested. He’s interested. One plus one equals two sweaty men wrestling naked in bed. I don’t get it.”
    Kane cut the lights in the bathroom as he walked out. He was more than ready to twist the sheets with Snooke. If only he could pin the man down, literally.
    “They say it’s a sign that you’re going mad when you start talking to yourself.” Rainerio chuckled from the living room.
    “They say you can get shot sneaking into someone’s apartment, too.” Kane dropped down on the couch and grabbed the blanket from the back, holding it close to his face so he could smell Snooke’s scent on it.
    What the hell was wrong with him? Kane tossed the blanket aside, seeing Rainerio watching him. “What?”
    “Either you use really good detergent or someone has your nose wide open,” he teased.
    “Neither. What do you want besides feeling the need to harass me?” Kane was looking at Rainerio, but all he could see was Snooke. He envisioned Snooke on his knees in front of him taking the head of his cock in between those plump red lips. He shuddered at the image.
    “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.” The warrior snapped his fingers, trying to gain Kane’s attention.
    “I did, too. You were talking about detergent.” Kane crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Rainerio.
    “I said that ten minutes ago. What did I just say to you?” Rainerio challenged.
    Had the warrior been talking? Hell if Kane knew. He was too busy fantasizing about Snooke and those luscious lips of his. “Panahasi?”
    Rainerio snorted and shook his head. “Not even close. So who has you sniffing behind them? Is it that skinny guy that hangs around Chris, Snooke?”
    “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here?” Kane kicked his feet up on the glass coffee table and began fingering the blanket. He wasn’t about to tell anyone how “wide open” Snooke really had him. Besides, he still had the job of pinning the guy down to have a decent conversation with him.
    Oh god, the image of Kane pinning Snooke down took over. He could just imagine what it would be like to fuck that tight little ass of his. To have Snooke begging for Kane to…
    “There you go again.” Rainerio snapped his fingers. “Demon realm to Kane. Hello?”
    “What?” Kane blinked and looked over at the warrior again. “Will you stop interrupting me?” Geez, can’t a guy fantasize in peace these days? Why was Rainerio fucking with him?
    “You got it bad.” Rainerio chuckled.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    The warrior pointed over at Kane’s crotch. “Hard-on, dude. You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking about the little white-headed demon. The proof is standing up and saluting.”
    Kane growled and tossed the blanket over his lap. “Will you get on with telling me why you’re here?”
    “I told you twice, but you weren’t listening,” Rainerio pointed out.
    Had he? Damn, Kane needed to focus. “Then tell me once more, smartass.”
    “Are you sure you’re going to listen this time?” Rainerio quirked a brow as he stared at Kane.
    Smug bastard. “I’m listening, go on.” Don’t think about Snooke.
    “Torky and Ace Boogey have been taken off watch duty. Panahasi put a troll down by the river to watch for the crystal. He wants us”—Rainerio pointed between himself and Kane—“to go have a talk with Diablo. See if he’s heard anything.”
    “He wants us to go now?” Kane tossed the blanket