Free Incursion by Aleksandr Voinov Page A

hovering over his fired up his arousal. Even though his dick wasn't connected, his heart and mind were, and the touch brought him alive with possibilities. He released Grimm's neck, clutched his shoulders instead, cursing himself for the softness, the hesitation.
    Such a pity you can't kill the only man who's kissed you since you became a cripple.
    Grimm chuckled into the kiss and placed a broad hand against Kyle's throat, the glint of a threat in his eye. Kyle's breath hitched, and arousal uncoiled deep in his guts.
    "Oh, I see why you're so into warriors , Kyle," Grimm whispered against his lips. "Conqueror and priest in one, isn't it?"
    "Fuck you," Kyle whispered back.
    Grimm hooked a thumb into Kyle's jaw joint, as if he would bite him otherwise. The thought that biting would hurt them both flicked across Kyle's brain and it was less like an awkward deal they'd struck and more like Grimm pushing him, leaving him no other way, no other option.
    Somehow, this made it all even hotter, as if having a huge powerful warrior in his bed—or something that mimicked one perfectly—wasn't enough. Kyle opened his lips wider, tilted his head, and kissed Grimm with more teeth than tongue, threatening, pulling him down. This was about the feel of Grimm's cheek between his teeth, of Grimm pushing him back to thrust his tongue into him. Primal, no tenderness, and, thank all forces and powers out there, without pity.
    Grimm rolled on top, his impressive dick brushing Kyle's belly. Kyle reached between them and curled his hand around it, offering friction and something to fuck that didn't involve getting oily and bored.
    Grimm hissed and smiled at him again, then dipped lower and kissed Kyle's throat, eliciting a groan. The sucking kisses and bites felt like nothing Kyle remembered; deprivation made it all more intense, and he'd never been much for foreplay, not with random hookups.
    He managed to ignore that his throat was bared to the teeth of a morph. What type of killer was Kshar? Did orgasm matter to morphs? Would he strike now, in five minutes, or after?
    Fool, you could have acted before he did. You still can.
    Teeth traced his collarbone, tongue dipped into the hollow above, and if he'd been anything like the old Kyle, he'd have brought his legs up around Grimm's hips and pushed him onto his back. He didn't bottom—rubbing against each other or a handjob worked. Many guys he'd taken had wanted him to fuck them. Something about his size. But Grimm was a similar size, if not larger. Scrawny little Kshar had definitely beefed up for this role.
    Grimm leaned over and kissed the side of his neck, and Kyle arched again. Seemed he was totally neck-focused now that his dick was out of the equation. "Shit."
    "Let go, Kyle. I know you can. You're on the border. Let go."
    "Fuck." Kyle groaned. "I can't do anything with it."
    "You don't have to." Grimm latched onto his nipple, and Kyle would have jumped if he could have. Part of him panicked and wanted to run.
    You've wanted to run for a long time, you plodding half-golem.
    "Want me to go slower?"
    "Fuck your pity," Kyle growled and pushed Grimm's face against his chest.
    "What would you do?" Grimm asked, then licked the hard nub between his teeth.
    "If I could?"
    "Yes." Grimm glanced up at him, dark eyes taunting him.
    "Push you down and make you blow me."
    Grimm pursed his lips. "Why so violent, Kyle? Does it make you feel powerful?"
    Kyle grimaced and was about to curse at Grimm, when the bastard grabbed him hard and pulled him over, rolling him in a full-body motion on top of Grimm. The prosthetics had to be digging into his flesh, but Grimm didn't seem to notice.
    With his fine muscle control lacking, this was awkward; he had to reach down to adjust the position of his legs. Grimm was rock hard underneath him, and Kyle swallowed at seeing that expanse of flesh, ready and willing.
    Clever bastard. Making a show of trust.
    Grimm's heart thundered, his chest expanding with every breath.