and to a certain extent, it did, but he was also ecstatic. He knew Morgan would never say such things if he
didn’t mean them. They were too serious to joke or lie about in the
first place.
Still, he couldn’t help himself but ask, “Really?”
Morgan’s smile seemed almost too wide for his face. “Yeah, baby.
And while we’re on the topic, I have to confess something, too. I want to claim you, Alexis. I need to make you mine in every possible way.
I’ve wanted to since the first time we were together, but I’ve held
back. It was much too soon. You weren’t ready. But…you’re my
mate, Alexis. I’m convinced of it, and I want to share my life with
you.”
Alexis swallowed around the sudden knot in his throat. He knew
what matings meant. It was what Morgan’s parents had, the
equivalent of marriage for shape-shifters. Their friends, Angel and
Clark, had also recently mated, and Alexis had learned a few things
about how it worked, including that they’d essentially share thoughts.
A part of him shied away from having his mind invaded, but his
heart told him what choice to make. In truth, it wasn’t really much of a choice. He feared that once Morgan saw his memories, the shark
would be disgusted with him. But at the same time, he yearned for
Morgan so much. He wanted to do this. He wanted to be Morgan’s
mate. He remembered Morgan holding back those times they’d been
together, and now that he knew what was hiding behind that
hesitation, he ached to fulfill their bond. It was both frightening and exciting.
“I’m scared, Morgan,” he confessed, much to his dismay. “I don’t
want you to hate me.”
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“I could never hate you,” Morgan murmured as he peppered his
face with kisses. “I love you too much.”
Those words showered over Alexis like a palpable caress. He
began to tremble in his lover’s arms, so deeply under Morgan’s spell
that he couldn’t remember how to become coy and seductive. He
forgot how to be an incubus and just lost himself in Morgan.
Thankfully, Morgan was there to take over. The shark lowered
him on the bed, and with almost excruciating care, he began to
remove Alexis’s clothing. “Close your eyes,” Morgan whispered.
Alexis did, and the sensations, sounds, and scents assaulted him
with double intensity. His shoes thumping on the floor, the sound of
Morgan’s breath and that of his own heartbeat, accelerating with
every second that passed. Morgan caressing him, undoing his trousers
and pulling them off, pressing butterfly-light kisses on every inch of skin he revealed. The swoosh of Morgan’s clothing as the other man
undressed, the jingle of his buckle, the creak of the bed under
Morgan’s weight. Morgan’s smell, so wild and untamed, heavy and
thick with their shared arousal. God, the arousal, the need, so intense Alexis could taste it in his mouth. His incubus senses were assaulted by sexual tension, and his cock throbbed, aching for Morgan’s touch.
He wanted to open his eyes, to look at his sinfully handsome
lover, but he didn’t. Instead, he forced himself to relax, laying there for Morgan’s pleasure. He wanted to give Morgan everything the
other man wanted. He wanted to share his life, his body, and yes, his heart and mind, with Morgan. Suddenly, he knew that Morgan would
never begrudge him for his past sexual encounters. They’d been a
necessity, nothing like this, like the almost tortuous passion he felt for Morgan. They’d been an unsatisfying snack where Morgan was a
feast. His hunger could only be sated within Morgan’s body, and
Morgan wasn’t afraid of it.
Morgan’s large, strikingly warm hands began to map his body,
zeroing in on his nipples. As Morgan tweaked the tight buds, Alexis
arched his back, demanding more, crying out his lover’s name as the
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fire of need increased inside him. He spread his legs wide, exposing
his clenching anus to