Free The Demon Who Fed on a Shark by Scarlet Hyacinth Page A

Morgan’s gaze. A small, quiet groan was his
    reward, and Alexis felt that sound all the way into his heart.
    The next thing Alexis knew, Morgan’s lips were on his, devouring
    him, preying on his mouth. Morgan took and gave, biting at Alexis’s
    lower lip so hard he drew blood. In that kiss, Alexis tasted the true extent of Morgan’s desire for him, and suddenly knew that he’d been
    a fool to ever be afraid of this. Morgan would never hate him. Morgan loved him too much for that to happen.
    Alexis surrendered to Morgan’s kiss, enjoying the kiss, reveling in
    the passion. Morgan’s hands never once ceased exploring his body,
    making tongues of fire lick over his skin. Alexis wrapped his legs
    around Morgan’s waist, squeezing his mate, trying to pull him closer.
    Nothing either of them did seemed to be enough. The heat scorched
    them both, so intense it couldn’t be pushed back or quenched.
    Still lost in the kiss, Alexis heard Morgan retrieve the tube of
    lubricant from the nightstand, where they’d placed it earlier. A snap and a click sounded, clearly announcing Morgan’s intentions, and
    Alexis relaxed his body, waiting for Morgan’s caress.
    Morgan pushed two fingers inside his waiting hole, fucking him
    with the digits, stretching him, preparing him for invasion. His sinful touch made Alexis writhe on the bed, and he tried to impale himself
    on the fingers, seeking more. It was not enough. He simply couldn’t
    get enough of Morgan.
    But Morgan seemed intent to draw the experience out, seducing
    Alexis with every single caress. When he broke their kiss to breathe, he started licking down Alexis’s neck, awakening every nerve from
    Alexis’s body. His skin tingled where Morgan’s tongue touched it,
    and his cock throbbed, demanding to be let in on the action.
    As if guessing Alexis’s thoughts, Morgan kissed all the way down
    to Alexis’s abdomen until he reached Alexis’s cock, never once
    ceasing the slow thrusting motion of his digits in Alexis’s ass. Briefly, their eyes met, and Alexis’s belly fluttered in anticipation at the
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    promise in Morgan’s eyes. And then wet heat engulfed his cock as his
    lover took the hard shaft in his mouth.
    His vision dimmed around the edges as absolute pleasure coursed
    through him. With each suck and lick, it increased more and more
    until imminent climax threatened. Morgan’s clever fingers pushed
    him closer and closer, and Alexis couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to have Morgan’s cocks inside him when he came.
    By some miracle, he managed to stammer out one single phrase.
    “Please, Morgan, fuck me.”
    In the blink of an eye, Morgan removed his fingers from Alexis’s
    ass and his mouth off Alexis’s prick. Alexis didn’t even have time to feel their disappearance. His lover’s twin dicks breached him,
    thrusting deep and almost splitting him into two.
    Alexis bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. It wasn’t to keep himself from crying out. That had already become a lost cause. But he hoped
    the slight pain would push him away from the impending orgasm,
    give him just a bit more time to revel in the moment.
    It worked, just barely. Thankfully, Morgan allowed him a few
    moments to adjust to the girth of the twin cocks, and Alexis used
    them to regulate his breath and push his climax back. He didn’t want
    to come yet. This was too important.
    His efforts were completely wasted when Morgan pulled out and
    thrust back in, his hard cocks brushing against Alexis’s prostate.
    Practically sobbing with desperate arousal, Alexis moved with
    Morgan, his need for his lover growing to unexplainable proportions.
    Over and over, in and out, thrust and push, the sliding dance as
    old as time itself continued, driving Alexis mad with desire. Once
    more, the circle of passion manifested between them, fueling off
    Alexis’s powers and funneling into Morgan. Again, Alexis felt that
    urge, that distinctive need for something he couldn’t