Page 6 of Harbinger

“Yeah.” Remorse bit Morgan at Cassius’s mildly disappointed tone. “I wasn’t sure how long it was gonna take to calm him down.”

Cassius dipped his chin briskly. “I’ll be ten minutes.”

He walked past Morgan and disappeared into the bathroom.

Morgan crossed the floor to the glass wall overlooking the terrace. The imp’s warning echoed in his mind as he stared out into the night.

He knew not to ignore Loki’s instincts.

Whatever the Keeper of the Eternity Key had foreseen would likely become reality. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was the most likely culprit behind the threat that would soon be upon them.

The peaceful lull they’d experienced since defeating Elios in the Seventh Hell was a boon that was bound to end.

I wonder what that bastard is up to now.Morgan frowned.Let’s hope Loki is wrong about the part where we lose.

The sound of running water distracted him. Morgan hesitated before twisting around and retracing his steps to the bathroom. He stopped silently on the threshold and watched as Cassius showered, his back to him.

Heat warmed Morgan’s blood as his gaze danced down Cassius’s naked form. The demigod’s physique was perfection incarnate, his flawless skin a superb match for the toned muscles and hard angles it hid. Cassius demonstrated the most brutal strength in battle. Yet he was always soft and pliant under Morgan, as captive to the pleasure they found in each other’s arms as Morgan was.

Morgan’s cock stirred as he recalled all the times those strong legs had clung to his waist while he plundered that powerful body and that tight ass.

His heated gaze locked on Cassius’s cleft and the treasure it hid.

A treasure his dick could happily spend the rest of its life inside.

“I can literally feel you drilling a hole into my ass with your eyes.”

Cassius looked over his shoulder, his expression half amusement, half exasperation under the pouring water.

“There’s another part of me that wants to drill into your ass more,” Morgan said bluntly.

Cassius’s lips parted hungrily at this shameless confession. He slicked his hair back with a hand, his gaze dropping to the magnificent erection Morgan now sported. He turned around, revealing his own swelling dick where it jutted from his groin.

“I can see that,” he said in a breathy voice that pushed all of Morgan’s buttons and made the bond that linked their soul cores come to life with a hot sizzle of sexual tension. The demigod licked his lips and cocked his head to the side. “How about you come here and show me what you want to do to me?”

He wrapped a hand around his hardening shaft and gave himself a few strokes.

It was all the invitation Morgan needed. He stormed across the bathroom, his hands discarding his clothes with an urgency that matched his desire for the demigod enticing him with a seductive smile.

He stepped under the hot spray, grasped Cassius’s waist, and backed him up against the wall. “I thought I was in the doghouse.”

“You get a reprieve for being nice to the imp.” Cassius closed his eyes and hissed as Morgan bent his knees slightly and rubbed the head of his cock along the underside of his trembling shaft as he rose. “Shit! That feels good.”

He clung to Morgan’s shoulders and rolled his hips.

Morgan grinned and nipped at Cassius’s lower lip with his teeth as they worked their groins together in an exquisite bump and grind that soon had them both panting.

“Want me to do something that will make you feel even better?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Cassius groaned.

His breath hitched when Morgan slipped a hand around his back and traced his cleft with a light touch. A low hum rumbled out of his chest as Morgan found his hole and ran the pad of a finger over his twitching pucker.

Color stained Cassius’s cheekbones and his breathing grew ragged. Morgan captured his wrists above his head and plastered their bodies together, chest to chest, groin to aching groin.

Morgan could tell from the way Cassius’s pupils constricted and dilated and the flare of seraphic light in the dark depths that he loved the submissive position he now found himself in. He smiled and lowered his head.

“Where do you want to come first, in my mouth or in my hand?” he whispered in Cassius’s ear before gently biting the delicate shell.

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