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throat, obviously a touch embarrassed. “No need.” He turned toward

Alexis. “Everyone, this is Alexis Whitaker. Alexis, you remember my

parents, Skylar and Byron.”

Alexis nodded. “It’s nice to see you again, sirs. Thank you for

inviting me.”

Byron offered him a barely there twist of lips that must’ve been

meant to be a smile. “And it’s nice to see you, too, Alexis. I’m glad circumstances have improved since our last meeting.”

“You don’t have to be so formal,” Skylar offered. “You’re part of

the family now.”

Alexis was shocked at the phrasing. He caught an exchange of

looks between Morgan and Skylar and wondered what it meant. Sure,

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he knew Morgan cared about him, maybe even loved him. Otherwise,

Morgan would have never invited him in the first place. But Skylar’s

words still startled him. He wondered if he could hope for them to be true, not just a nicety from Skylar’s part.

Morgan’s next words snapped him out of his trance. “I’d like to

introduce to you my grandparents, Skye and Lark Pierce, and

Malcolm and Yuki Bristol.” He nodded to the other waiting people as

he spoke. Alexis already knew of them. The Pierces had headquarters

all over the world, and they’d had great influence even before their son married mafia boss Byron Cunningham. The Bristols were a

somewhat more complicated issue. They weren’t related by blood to

either of the Cunninghams. From what Alexis gathered, Malcolm had

been a sort of surrogate father for Byron. Yuki, Malcolm’s wife, had

taken great care of Skylar during his pregnancy with Morgan and

Layton. They were now part of the family, so much so that the Pierces didn’t even blink an eye when the Bristols were also introduced as

grandparents.

Alexis kissed Skye’s hand and shook with Lark and Malcolm. He

bowed at Yuki, respecting her more reserved Japanese manner. They

welcomed him to their home, some with more effusiveness than

others, but all very kind in their individual ways. Even Byron seemed in a good mood.

Finally, Skylar gestured for them to go inside. Alexis had

expected the mood to feel more awkward, but Skylar involved him in

conversation, and soon, Alexis found himself relaxing more and

more.

Servants appeared to take their bags while others offered everyone

refreshments. There was a general hustle and bustle, and it seemed

obvious that the entire house was rejoicing at the return of the

youngest members of the family.

They were led in the large receiving room, where they sat on

comfortable couches. Sensors lit up, and soft relaxing music sounded

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from the state-of-the-art entertainment center. Alexis leaned against Morgan, allowing the melody to flow through him.

He shook himself when he realized he wasn’t paying attention to

the conversation. Just in time, too, because Skylar asked him a

question. “So, Alexis, what are your plans after you finish your

studies?”

Alexis fidgeted. He didn’t know. He’d gone to the Academy

because his parents had insisted. After that, he didn’t have any real idea about what to do, other than sticking to Morgan’s side. Incubi

generally worked in the entertainment industry, but after the accident, Alexis couldn’t do that.

He bit his lip, suddenly very aware of all of his inadequacies. “I’m

really not sure.” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “You could say any

plan I might have had went up in flames after a certain recent event.”

Silence fell over the room. Skylar looked stricken, and Alexis bit

the inside of his cheek, hating the fact that he’d drawn attention to his predicament. He forced himself to smile again. “But I’m sure things

will work out. I still have years to go of my studies.”

“Of course.” Byron cleared his throat. “And on that note, you’re

probably tired after your journey. You should go wash up, maybe rest

for a bit.”

“I’ve taken the liberty to assign you to Morgan’s room,” Skylar

offered. “I hope you don’t mind.”

This time, Alexis’s smile was genuine. “Not at all.”

He felt a bit strange talking with his lover’s father like this. He

knew most races weren’t as open as incubi, even shifters who

generally followed their sexual instinct. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be the case with the Cunninghams.

“Morgan, why don’t you show the way to Alexis?” Skylar

suggested. “We’ll see each other at dinner.”

Morgan nodded and took Alexis’s hand. As they headed up the

huge, winding stairs, Alexis felt relieved. He needed a couple of

moments alone with Morgan to relax and process the meeting. He’d

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fucked up by mentioning the accident when no one else had, but

Morgan’s parents seemed intent on giving him a break.

“So you see,” Morgan said. “They’re not so scary.”

“I suppose.” Alexis squeezed his lover’s hand. “They were

actually much nicer than I expected.”

Morgan arched a brow and Alexis’s face heated when he realized

what he’d said. “Ummm…What I mean is…”

“It’s okay. I know what you meant.” Morgan pulled him into a

large bedroom. Alexis had the chance to see a huge bed before

Morgan shut up any protest he might have had with a kiss.

Alexis melted in Morgan’s arms. His lingering apprehension over

the earlier conversation disappeared, as did all thoughts not centered on the concept of “fuck now.” Morgan used his body to maneuver

Alexis back. Alexis didn’t even know in what direction they were

headed, at least until his legs hit the soft but solid surface of the mattress. Morgan pushed Alexis onto the bed, and briefly, Alexis

found himself staring up at his lover in awe. Morgan’s large form

loomed over him like a mountain, and it might have been threatening

to anyone else. But the heat in Morgan’s gaze was undeniable, and

Alexis’s insecurities didn’t stand a chance in front of that. Whenever he met Morgan’s eyes, he felt whole and beautiful again, and now

was no different.

Morgan didn’t allow him to muse over this for too long. He took

off his shirt and joined Alexis on the bed. Alexis crawled up a little, giving Morgan more room to maneuver.

It then occurred to him that they were in the house of Morgan’s

parents, and the Cunninghams might not appreciate their son fucking

Alexis under their roof, just moments after they’d supposedly gone to get some rest. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” he said. His voice came

out breathy and not convincing in the slightest. “Your parents will get angry.”

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Morgan grinned at him, his expression pure sin. “My parents

know what to expect. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have put us in the

same room.”

Morgan had a point, but Alexis hesitated, still worried about the

impression he’d give the Cunninghams. But then Morgan crashed his

lips to Alexis’s, and that thought vanished. All vague notions of

concern and decency dissipated, and he couldn’t care less about who

came and saw them. He just wanted to be in Morgan’s arms, to feel

the other man pound inside him, really fuck him for all he was worth.

The kiss only broke due to their need to breathe. As they both

panted heavily, Morgan started removing Alexis’s shirt. Alexis tried

to help as best he could, but suddenly, his hands were trembling. The hunger clawed through him, needing Morgan to be sated, but at the

same time, making Alexis feel like he wasn’t giving Morgan the same

pleasure he received.

Irritated with himself, Alexis reached for his lover, his fingers

unstable as he attempted to unbutton Morgan’s shirt. Morgan grabbed

his wrists and pressed Alexis’s hands into the mattress. Alexis stilled, and Morgan took advantage of the occasion to brush Alexis’s hair

from his face. Instantly, Alexis tensed. Morgan just beamed at him

and kissed his right cheek, where the scar was located. “Shhh,” he

murmured in his ear. “Let me take care of you. Let me love you.”

Oh, God. How could Alexis resist Morgan when everything the

man did seemed orchestrated to drive Morgan deeper in Alexis’s

soul? He barely managed to suppress his tears as Morgan began to

pepper his face with kisses. In moments such as these, Alexis couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve such affection, and a mix

of doubt and self-consciousness filled him.

But it all disappeared when Morgan deftly removed Alexis’s

shoes and pants. The underwear was the last to go, leaving Alexis

naked and completely under Morgan’s control. As Morgan’s hands

mapped Alexis’s skin, the shark released a sort of quiet groan, typical of Morgan’s more silent ways. As always, though, Alexis knew how

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to read it, and all of a sudden, he felt sexy again. He felt like he could take the world on and win, and he could be the lover Morgan

deserved.

Alexis beamed up at Morgan and licked his lips. “Come on, lover.

What are you waiting for? Do I have to beg for you to take your

clothes off?” His grin grew wider when Morgan didn’t answer. “Oh,

it’s like that then.” Alexis rolled over out of Morgan’s grip and knelt on the bed. His current position gave him more liberty of motion. He

looked up at his man and murmured, “Please, Morgan. I need you to

fuck me.”

The coy tone of his voice was only half for Morgan’s benefit.

Truly, Alexis couldn’t help himself. His incubus nature was coming

out, drawn to Morgan’s presence. He was like a cat leaning into the

caress of his master, and he enjoyed it fully.

Morgan’s gaze darkened even further, but his voice sounded

strangely gentle when he said, “You little minx.”

Nevertheless, Morgan didn’t delay in complying with Alexis’s

request. He tossed his shirt off and toed his shoes off. He slowed

down a bit once he got to his pants, his smirk a promise of a thousand sensual pleasures. Then, much to Alexis’s dismay, he left the bed.

At first, Alexis didn’t know what his lover intended. Then, slowly,

ever so slowly, Morgan unzipped his fly. He shimmied out of his

trousers with an almost lazy motion of his hips, as if giving Alexis a show. It worked, too. Alexis’s entire body buzzed with arousal as he

greedily watched his lover strip for him. As always, Morgan took his

time, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. It was slow,

like a dance, and by the time the pants were completely off, Alexis

wondered who out of the two of them was the incubus in the end.

Morgan seemed intent on seducing him while Alexis was stuck

frozen, watching his lover, waiting to see what would happen,

incapable of taking the initiative like he’d tried earlier.

Morgan’s underwear had trouble containing his cocks, and

Alexis’s mouth watered as the shark tore the briefs off. Merely seeing
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Morgan’s pricks spring out of their confinement and point accusingly

at him drove liquid heat through him. Morgan’s sensual dance ended

there. He rejoined Alexis on the bed, his large body covering

Alexis’s. Alexis allowed the weight of his lover’s form to bury him

into the mattress, his senses already swimming with lust.

Urgency coursed through him, the hunger clawing at his insides.

God, he needed Morgan so much. He hated and loved this desire like

an addict hated and loved his drug. It was hardly a fair comparison,

though, because Morgan’s love was a fire that cleansed him, purified

him, and did not make him dirty.

He didn’t know what thoughts passed through Morgan’s mind, but

his incubus senses told him that the other man at least echoed his

desire. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Morgan’s waist.

“Fuck me, Morgan,” he said again.

Morgan brought their lips together once again, and Alexis sighed

in relief and passion as he allowed Morgan’s tongue inside. As

Morgan explored his mouth, Alexis heard his lover rummage through

the nightstand. He lost himself to the kiss, trusting Morgan to know what to do, how to touch him, how to hold him. The familiar sound of

a tube snapping open registered at the bottom of his mind, and

moments later, a slick finger rubbed against his hole. In one slow

motion, it slipped inside, Alexis’s body easily accepting it. A second digit followed, then a third, stretching Alexis, preparing him for

invasion. Alexis spread his legs wider, whimpering, and tried to

impale himself on the digits, seeking more of the sinful sensation.

More eager than ever, Alexis writhed on the bed, needing the

reassurance and the uniqueness of Morgan’s touch. Thankfully,

Morgan didn’t leave him hanging. He removed his fingers from

Alexis’s passage and positioned his twin cocks at Alexis’s hole.

Alexis held his breath, already anticipating the feel of Morgan

inside him. This time, Morgan didn’t tease. In one single thrust, he

slid home.

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As always, Alexis’s body accepted Morgan with a burn that edged

Alexis’s world with pure flame. Morgan didn’t wait any longer. After

a few moments, he pulled out of Alexis and then thrust back in so

hard the bed protested with an audible creak.