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Morgan’s shoulders, whimpering, needing more.

The kiss tasted better than Alexis even remembered, a striking fact

in itself. Sometimes, when he’d touched himself while revisiting

memories of Morgan, Alexis had considered the possibility that

maybe his perspective of Morgan had been skewed by need and

distance. Morgan couldn’t possibly feel so good, taste so delicious.

He’d been so very mistaken. It was better, so much better than Alexis remembered, and Alexis couldn’t get enough. He was frantic and

sloppy, greedy, not knowing what to touch first, needing skin to skin, desperate like a man who’d been walking through a desert and finally

found water. He couldn’t recall any seduction technique, and his

incubus senses were focused on taking in everything, on absorbing

what Morgan offered. He felt like he needed to crawl into Morgan’s

body, like he could never get close enough.

Frustrated with the material in his way, he tore at Morgan’s shirt.

Buttons snapped as Morgan’s tongue fucked his mouth, exploring,

ravaging, and massaging. Alexis moaned as he surrendered to the

sensation, his cock so hard it hurt.

As always, Morgan took the lead. Briefly breaking the kiss, he

helped Alexis out of his shirt and pulled off Alexis’s loose pants. As Morgan’s hand traveled over Alexis’s chest, it occurred to him that

he’d lost much of his attractiveness and Morgan might not even desire him anymore.

“I know I’m not as beautiful as I used to be,” he whispered. Hell,

he’d been disfigured in the fire, and now, he’d lost so much weight he could have very well been a refugee from a war zone. Hardly

seductive. “Sorry.”

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“When are you ever going to learn, baby, that you’ll always,

always, be beautiful to me?”

Morgan seemed to have forgotten about their differences

altogether. He completely disregarded Alexis’s betrayal, their doubts, sorrows, and problems. His eyes were warm and bright as he smiled

at Alexis. “Always.”

This time, the kiss was gentle, a closemouthed lip-lock, meant for

reassurance, rather than satisfying passion. But Alexis’s need was too great, and Morgan knew it. He didn’t linger too much on foreplay.

They had time for that later. Instead, he went straight for the prize.

His mouth engulfed Alexis’s erection in one fell swoop. Pleasure

exploded over Alexis, and his sensation-starved body took in

everything with greed. He tried to hang on, tried to make it last. He wanted to enjoy this moment with Morgan, the simple joy of feeling

Morgan’s satisfaction flowing over him, combining with the sexual

ecstasy the shark provided. Alas, he couldn’t resist. Weeks of restraint had him on the edge, and Morgan’s mouth was so hot, so talented, the

suction so sweet. With a cry, Alexis arched his back and came,

spending his seed in Morgan’s mouth.

Morgan drank it all down, not seeming disappointed by Alexis’s

lack of stamina. Of course, the fact that Alexis’s cock didn’t actually go limp might have had something to do with that. It would take

much more than a blow job to satisfy Alexis’s hunger.

Still, for the first time in many days, Alexis no longer felt

desperate for touch, for passion. His prick throbbed, asking for more of the addicting touch, but it was no longer the burning ache that had been scorching Alexis from the inside, consuming him, practically

killing him.

Morgan lifted his head off Alexis’s cock and scanned his face.

“Wow. You do look better.”

Alexis smiled. “Thanks.” He rubbed his arms self-consciously.

The last thing he wanted was a pity fuck, but his incubus powers had

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kicked in, thank goodness, and he knew that for some obscure reason,

Morgan wanted him.

“Morgan, I—”

He didn’t know what he’d even meant to say because Morgan

pressed a light kiss to his lips, distracting him. While doing so,

Morgan reached for the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer,

coming up with a tube of lubricant.

In brisk, practiced motions, he opened the bottle while Alexis

spread his legs and accommodated him. Moments later, his lover’s

slick fingers rubbed against his hole, an intimate, arousing, and

familiar caress, a promise of what was to come.

Alexis closed his eyes and allowed it all to come. His body was

greedy, greedier than ever, swallowing Morgan’s fingers as the shark

inserted them. One, two, three, Morgan pumped the digits in a gentle

facsimile of sex, tantalizing and teasing, making the hunger breathe

through Alexis like a living thing.

Morgan seemed to guess his thoughts. He removed his fingers

from Alexis’s body and positioned his cocks at Alexis’s opening, his

hands steady and certain on Alexis’s hips. Their gazes met and held.

It was almost a transcendental moment, and as Morgan’s cocks

breached him, Alexis had the urge to shield his eyes, feeling naked

beyond the physical nudity, bare to his very core. He felt Morgan

could see into his heart, and he had to struggle against tears. It was a hopeless battle, and Alexis allowed his pain and relief to flow out of him, finding comfort in Morgan’s embrace, knowing that now, truly,

things would be all right.

* * * *

It was like coming home. There was no other way to describe it, a

pure sensation of rightness, indescribable and inescapable. The tight, hot grip of Alexis’s body squeezed Morgan’s prick in a velvet fist,

sending shocks of pleasure through him. But it went beyond the

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physical pleasure. Deep inside him, there was a knowledge and an

absolute certainty that he was where he was supposed to be, that this separation had been an anomaly that should never repeat itself, that

Alexis was safe, and their child, the child they’d created out of their love, would grow and live to be a healthy young man or woman.

He was no longer afraid, and in Alexis’s eyes, he saw the same

relief. A few weeks ago, he’d dared to try to claim Alexis as his mate.

It hadn’t worked. He still didn’t know why. He had so many questions

and so few answers, but now that he felt Alexis’s heat again, that he had his sweet lover in his arms again, the most important one was

why he’d ever doubted this was true and real.

Morgan pushed all the way inside Alexis, his lover’s flesh

stretching, accepting the thick columns of his flesh. When he was

fully in, he allowed Alexis a few moments to get used to the sensation of being invaded, then pulled out. He’d have preferred to be gentle—

Alexis looked so fragile now—but an instinct inside him told him

what his lover truly needed. Gentleness, yes, but also passion, love, and lust, no holds barred, no limitations, and no holding back.

He slammed back in, so hard he actually hesitated repeating the

motion. But Alexis cried out and went wild under him. His pallor had

started to disappear even after the blow job, but with each second that passed, he looked better. “Yes!” he screamed. “Yes, Morgan. More!

Harder!”

Morgan complied. He pistoned in and out of his mate’s body,

taking his pleasure and offering pleasure in turn, loving the sounds Alexis was making, greedy, needy sounds as Morgan hit his prostate.

He reached between their bodies to squeeze Alexis’s prick, and his

lover bucked and squealed, moving against him frantically, panting,

moaning, sweating. It was almost too much, and Morgan could

practically feel Alexis’s hunger feeding off his own. It should have been strange, but it wasn’t. It felt so right, so natural, like a normal part of their relationship, and Morgan vowed to himself not to leave

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Alexis ever again. He couldn’t remember why he’d done so in the

first place.

On and on, they drank in each other’s passion. Alexis’s fingernails

raked over Morgan’s skin, and the fire seemed to burn brighter,

hotter, taking away the lingering traces of Morgan’s reason. The only thing he cared about now was to make Alexis his. There were no

more fears, no more doubts, just certainty and ecstasy.

Alexis tilted his neck, exposing the white column of his throat. He

might not even be realizing what he was doing, but something inside

Morgan spoke out to him, and his beast demanded that he claim his

mate.

Without hesitating further, Morgan thrust one last time inside

Alexis and buried his fangs in Alexis’s neck. Sweet blood invaded his mouth, and a rush of magic swept over him, bringing his every nerve

to life. It was just like their last time together, except this time, their connection didn’t stutter, didn’t recoil.

Morgan saw the moment Alexis opened his heart and surrendered

to the emotion. He felt it deep within him, like a bright light engulfing him whole, pure and at the same time so sinful and intense. Morgan’s

mind was invaded by Alexis’s pleasure, memories, fears, and desires.

Finally, he found his answers, and when his orgasm came, it was

unlike any of his previous climaxes, a combination of bliss, sexual

completion, agony, anger, and contentment. He hurt for what Alexis

had been through and felt furious with himself for doubting his mate.

He understood now that being an incubus meant an acute dependence

on emotions. Alexis’s had never been stable since the fire, and that

uncertainty had kept them from bonding. It had never been about the

fact that they weren’t meant to be together. Rather, they needed to be stronger for each other. They needed to accept that their love was true and not an artificial construct. Alexis in particular needed to

understand his own worth, and Morgan would spend his entire life

making sure that happened if he needed to.

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Warmth splashed against his belly as Alexis found his peak at

well. Silent sobs made the incubus’s body shake, and through their

new bond, Morgan could feel the overwhelming emotion passing

through Alexis, so intense it seemed threatening. Morgan released his hold on Alexis’s throat and slipped out of his mate’s body. He

cuddled Alexis to his chest, rocking him, murmuring soft whispers of

comfort.

At last, Alexis began to calm down and looked up at him. “I can

hear you in my head,” he said. “I can feel you inside me.”

His earlier anxiety had melted into awe, although Morgan could

still fill tinges of apprehension. “Me, too, baby,” he murmured. If he wanted to be honest, he’d have expected Alexis’s past to bother him,

but he accepted it as part of Alexis’s nature. He didn’t mind if Alexis had been with other people. Hell, Morgan hadn’t been exactly chaste

either, so he couldn’t point fingers. In the end, life was a journey, and theirs had taken them here, to this point, where they were finally

together.

“Oh, Morgan.” Alexis looked up at him, his eyes so clear and

beautiful they hypnotized Morgan. “I have no idea what I’ve done to

deserve this, but I promise, I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me. You haven’t done anything

wrong.” He hadn’t forgotten about Alexis’s seduction of Layton, and

yes, that still hurt, but he thought that together, they could get over it.

They could take it as what it had been, a misguided cry for help and

an attempt to fix something that hadn’t really been broken. In a way, it hadn’t been only Alexis’s fault. Morgan’s family wasn’t completely blameless either, and Morgan himself should have never allowed his

mate alone with anyone else after such a traumatizing episode.

Perhaps Morgan’s dad and Layton hadn’t meant that conversation to

be so accusing. Maybe they’d genuinely thought Alexis was asleep.

Either way, Morgan should have been there to protect his mate when

Alexis had been vulnerable. In the end, it was his fault.

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“Let’s not think about that now,” Alexis whispered. The incubus

licked his lips, and as Morgan’s gaze trailed over Alexis’s face and body, he realized something in awe.

“Baby…Your scar. It’s gone.”

In fact, Alexis looked perfect, just like the day Morgan had met

him. Sure, in Morgan’s mind, Alexis had never stopped being

beautiful, but the scar on the outside had hurt Alexis on the inside, and the sickly look he’d displayed just earlier in the day had terrified Morgan. Now, Alexis was practically glowing with health and

sensuality, his full lips parted and inviting kisses where earlier they’d been parched, his skin having regained its rosy hue.

Alexis reached over his face and chest, trailing the line where his

scar had been. Indeed, he found nothing there, nothing but smooth,

beautiful skin.

“How…?”

“You said that when I first bit you, your body was pushed into

maturing faster,” he mused. “This must be a consequence of our

mating. We have to discuss it with our parents.”

Alexis rubbed his hand over his stomach almost absently. “I

haven’t even told mine about the baby.” He moaned and clung to

Morgan’s neck. “Can’t we just stay in this room forever and pretend

the rest of the world doesn’t exist?”

It was an attractive proposition, but unfortunately, not a realistic

one. Already, Morgan knew that his family would be eagerly awaiting

the result of his supposed meeting with Alexis. Wouldn’t they be