Morgan's heart raced. Kisho had admitted they belonged together? “Prove it how?” Hawkins smiled and released one of Morgan's wrists. He waited, as if daring Morgan to try to flee, but Morgan didn't move.
Until Hawkins closed one large hand over his dick. Even through Morgan's underwear, he felt the heat of Hawkins's touch. “I fuck you into submission. And won't that be interesting to see, hmm?” Jules practically purred. “Kisho, come here and do your thing.” Morgan shook, hard, aching, and confused. He wanted Kisho, but his body responded to Hawkins. And he didn't like it.
“It's okay, baby,” Kisho said. He moved around Hawkins and stroked Morgan's hair.
Just hearing Kisho call him “baby” stilled his rebellion. Having his lover's hands on him helped calm his agitation as well. “Kitsu?”
“Do it like you did before. Pull my energy so you get bigger.” Kisho licked his fangs and glanced at Jules on top of him. “The team alpha needs to dominate the team, Morgan. You take me, you take the rest of it.”
Morgan understood, but he wasn't sure he could do it. Though his body responded, ever since he and Kisho had bonded, he hadn't been able to tolerate thoughts of anyone else sexually.
“You want me to fuck him?”
“No,” Kisho growled. “I
need
you to fuck him. Acceptance. By Jules. For me.”
Hawkins ground over Morgan, rubbing his slick cock against Morgan's belly. His scent literally made Morgan's mouth water. “
I'm
doing the fucking. You two just do what I tell you, and this will work out just fine.”
Morgan squirmed, and Jules tightened his grip.
“That's nice,” he hissed. “You're making me really fucking hard, Morgan. So either grow a bit bigger, or I'm going to ream your fine ass the way it is. You said you heal fast, right?” Jules grinned down at him; then his smile faded. “You do want Kisho, right?”
“Yes,” Morgan answered, not needing to think.
“Good.” Jules's unease disappeared. “Now grow. I want to see this.” Morgan glanced at Kisho, saw his fox nod, and sighed. “Okay. Kiss me, Kisho. Open yourself.”
Kisho knelt by his side and kissed him, the fall of his thick black hair draping over Morgan's chest like a silken blanket.
In seconds, his lover's energy filled him, and he began to stretch. Like before, he grew taller, stronger, more dense. But his center remained the same. His heart belonged to his kitsu.
“Shit. I didn't believe it. I mean, I did, but feeling and seeing him are two different things,” Jules rasped. He spread his knees on either side of Morgan's hips. “Hold on, Morgan. I need to take these off you.”
Before Morgan could ask what he meant, Jules sliced through the sides of Morgan's underwear. Kisho removed them, and Jules lowered himself once more, his balls resting right over Morgan's.
“Oh, damn. You feel good.” Jules turned to Kisho. “Come here.” When Kisho did, Jules kissed him. And to Morgan's astonishment, the scents of cinnamon, vanilla, and orange mixed. He grew harder and slicker, his newly changed body emitting pheromones and oils to facilitate sex.
Jules's rock-solid body began moving over Morgan, sliding over his cock in ways that took Morgan's breath away.
“Mmm,” Jules moaned and kissed Kisho's neck. “I want to see you fuck his mouth, Kisho.
Come on. Let's bend him over and slake the lust. Let the need flow, and use it.”
“Wait,” Morgan said on a breath as the pair of them tried to manage him. “Hold on. Jules, why don't you—”
Jules growled and yanked Morgan up by his hair. “You don't order anyone around, not now. I'm in charge. You submit to me, the way your mate submits to me.” He shoved Morgan back to the bed and motioned for Kisho, who'd slid off the bed and stood on the floor, to come closer. When Kisho did, Jules kissed him hard and grabbed his dick, stroking with a hard, punishing grip.
“Please, Morgan. I want…you…to…belong…to me.” Kisho panted as Jules pleasured him while studying Morgan.
“Watch him come. All over my hand,” Jules ordered.
In moments Kisho shot hard, his thick cum making the sexual energy around all three of them potent.
“Fuck. That's so hot.” Morgan leaned close to Kisho and licked him clean, making his lover groan and squirm, still caught in Jules's hand. Morgan licked over that hand, and a sense of ease turned his vague hostility into a pleasurable need.
“That's it. Suck his cum off. Get all of it.” Jules purred, the rumble reminiscent of Kisho's contentment.
Kisho continued to stare down at him, his eyes wide, his breathing fast, as he combed his fingers through Morgan's hair. “So pretty. So mine.”
Morgan nodded. He took Jules's finger in his mouth and sucked harder.
“Nice,” Jules's murmured. “Oh yeah. I'm really hard right now. And I need to spend inside you. Right up that tight ass.”
Kisho nodded, flushed and growing erect as he watched Morgan work Jules's finger.
More than ready to come, Morgan slowly positioned himself at the edge of the bed and presented Jules with his ass. Kisho growled his assent, and before Morgan knew it, Jules slid inside him, filling him with a hot, thick cock.
Kisho didn't leave them alone to watch. Instead, he stood close by, his hard dick in hand.
Jules nudged Morgan forward, surging so deep, they both groaned. Then Morgan had Kisho's dick right in front of him. He opened wide and took that hard, thick shaft in his mouth.
Sandwiched between the Circs, he nearly lost his mind when Jules grew larger inside him.
He swallowed another mouthful of Kisho's seed, the sex and belonging forging stronger ties than he could have imagined.
Jules groaned and shuddered, and Morgan felt a rush of hot liquid sliding down his ass and thighs. The scent of Jules seeped into him, tying him to the larger male on a level beyond the physical. The bond snapped him in place, finally allowing Morgan fully into Kisho's world.
Thrilled to have overcome yet another obstacle keeping him from his lover, Morgan grew even more excited.
His groin throbbed, his cock hard and aching, and still without relief.
“Stay there,” Kisho growled. “Don't move.”
Morgan wanted to argue, to show his mate who was in charge, but Jules started moving again. Except this time, the bastard hit that sweet spot inside him, and he groaned.
“Up,” Jules urged, and pulled Morgan upright, off his hands. They knelt together, still joined, but at an awkward angle. Yet now Kisho could access Morgan's erection. And
access
it he did. While Jules continued to pump inside him, Kisho took Morgan to the back of his throat.
The dual sensation of taking and being taken washed over him in a huge wave of pleasure.
Morgan shouted and came hard. He literally throbbed as he exploded, jetting into Kisho's mouth.
Jules scratched his hips and stilled, coming as well.
The scent of Circ seed and man and pheromones filled the air. But nothing could mask the overwhelming rightness Morgan experienced, the intense belonging to something more.
“Oh man, you two are lethal,” Jules said with a moan and withdrew from Morgan's body.
“I have the room next door. The one you thought you rented,” he said to Morgan. “Why don't you two use it while I clean up and keep an eye on Delancey.”
“You don't need to watch them.” Morgan coughed to clear the hoarseness from his voice.
“I have informants on speed dial, watching up close.”
“Good. Don't want to lose the fucker before I personally watch the life leave his eyes.” Jules in a mad was scary. But Morgan didn't have time to worry. Kisho lifted him in his arms, and Morgan realized he'd shrunk back into his normal six-four frame.
“I've got you, mate,” Kisho whispered and kissed him. The most perfect, if surreal, moment of his life.
Morgan hadn't been carried in anyone's arms like this since he was a small child.
They walked through the adjoining door into the room that Morgan had paid for to ensure it remained empty. Two large duffel bags sat on the floor beside the king-size bed. Trust Jules to flout security.
Kisho walked him into the large bathroom. “Glad you paid for the nicer rooms. The shower's still going to be tight but manageable.” He set Morgan down on his feet and started the shower. As he did so, he
changed
back into his man's form. “Wait. I'll be right back.” Morgan leaned against the wall, worn out, but too stunned by tonight's events to know what to say.
Kisho returned after a moment, and they both entered the shower. Kisho wouldn't let him lift a finger. He washed him, dried him, and then led him back out to the large bed. Kisho joined him in bed, and they lay on their sides, studying each other.
The quiet words Kisho spoke, as much as the loving expression on his face, transfixed him.
“When I was two, my mother died. The loving daughter of a tyrant simply faded away, lost because she'd been forbidden my father, the man she loved.” Morgan didn't speak, his heart breaking all over again for Kisho's loss.
“I never understood why my grandfather hated me so much. It wasn't until a few years later, when he kicked me out of the house because I was a 'half-breed bastard,' that I knew. I was five and had no place to go.”
“Five?” Morgan stared, stunned. “So young.”
“My grandmother tried to help. She found a shelter for me when friends refused to help, scared of my grandfather. And she helped me to understand that at least my mother had loved me. To be honest, I never expected to know my father. No one talked about him. Then one day, he was just there. He found me living on the streets. I was sixteen when he brought me home to America.”
“Shit, Kisho. How did you live? What did you do?”
Kisho frowned. “I remember the scorn, the jeers, the hatred in my grandfather's eyes whenever he'd see me on a street corner. But the day-to-day details are now just a blur. I was smart, even then. I knew who to watch out for, who to trust. And I loved books. I lost myself in the volumes of text a very kind woman loaned me. I had flashes of foresight when I hit puberty, and it helped reinforce the notion that education would be my key to escape.”
“What about your dad?”
“My father never knew he'd gotten my mother pregnant. My grandfather made her stop seeing him. The Hayashi family turned my dad away whenever he'd visit, until he stopped trying to see her and was transferred back to the States. Not until years later, when his mother told him to look, did he find me. My grandmother had visions, same as I do. I get the psychic crap from my dad's side of the family.”
Morgan ran his hand over Kisho's chest, marveling at the inner strength there. “Your abilities from your father, your name from your mother?”
“I kept Hayashi just to piss off my grandfather, so he couldn't pretend I didn't exist.” Kisho sighed. “My dad was a good man. He'd have taken me with him if he'd known about me. It always hurt him that I'd spent my childhood on the streets. Paul Leads was a Master Chief in the U.S. Navy, a fair man, but one that didn't tolerate failure or differences well.”
“Funny, coming from a guy with a psychic background.” Morgan couldn't help it. He had to kiss Kisho again, to convince himself that what they shared was not a dream, but real.
They parted from the kiss, and Kisho ran a hand over Morgan's shoulder. “Yeah, funny.” Kisho grew silent. “Morgan, I want you to know. When I told the others you were nothing to me, it wasn't true. You were never just a fuck. I love you.” Morgan's heart stuttered. He'd hoped for affection, for at least a hint of trust while they built their relationship stronger. He hadn't thought to hear those incredibly moving three words.
He didn't speak, afraid to ruin the moment.
“I've been taught, for so long, that different is wrong. First it was for being half white.
Then it was for being gay. Christ, my dad would have had a coronary if he knew his only son was a, and I quote, 'fucking pole smoker.'”
“A damned good pole smoker,” Morgan teased in a gentle voice, and Kisho chuckled.
“I could never tell him the truth. I couldn't chance that he'd kick me out, and I didn't want to lose him, too. And then I joined the navy. Don't ask, don't tell.”
“Yeah, but the guys—”
“Are my family. We fuck each other, I know. It seems stupid to be weird about being gay with them. But it's the Circ stuff that makes us do it. The other guys are straight. And I was afraid…”
“That if you came out, they'd turn you away?”
“I feel like an idiot. But yeah.”
Morgan stroked Kisho's cheeks and lips. “Baby, I won't turn you away.”
“Fallon called me an asshole for the way I treated you. Said you loved me.” There was a question there.
“What do you think?” Morgan felt tears under his fingers, and he wiped them away.
“Kitsu?”
“I think any man who would take on three Circs, who would accept a pole-smoking monster, and who read my poetry and said he liked it, I think that man might love me.”
“Don't forget the roses.”
Kisho smiled, and the sight of that joy made Morgan's entire world feel right.
Morgan tugged Kisho closer and rolled onto his back, pulling Kisho on top of him. “No might about it. I love you, baby. I love the sensitive poet, the man who listens to Mozart, the kick-ass SEAL, and the sexy-as-hell beast under your skin. I've been waiting for you since I was sixteen years old.” He kissed Kisho tenderly, sharing the love he felt inside. “Ever since Alicia gave me that figurine, I knew you belonged to me.”
Kisho froze. “Wait a minute. You said your aunt gave you that.” Morgan groaned. “You have to swear this to silence.”
“I swear.”
“She is going to shit a brick if she knows I told you.” He looked into Kisho's eyes and groaned again. “Fuck. She probably already knows. Well, Alicia, she's kind of an aunt several times removed. We may not look much alike, but she's family.” Kisho's beautiful eyes widened. “Are you kidding?”
“No. My family is really powerful when it comes to the psychic stuff. Alicia has always been on the fringe of normal anyway. But her abilities are seriously scary. She gave me that damned fox when I turned sixteen, and she told me it had a twin. Then she left.” Lost in thought, Morgan stroked Kisho's back. “I knew as soon as I held it that whoever owned that twin belonged to me. Can't explain it. I just knew.”