Once inside the gymnasium, the men stretched out and studied each other. Kisho had less brawn and a few inches less height, but he had a Circ's strength and instinct to back him up. He'd seen Morgan's speed, but he wondered how the man would handle himself in a fight with a Circ.
“I'm looking forward to wiping the floor with you,” Kisho growled, his mood lifting when Morgan smiled again.
“Bring it on, Kisho.”
Another thing. The man refused to call him by his last name. Only the women around here called him Kisho, as did his friends sometimes when they engaged in the more carnal aspects of being Circ.
Morgan stood tall and whipped his shirt from his body, startling Kisho from his musings.
“What the hell are you doing?” Holy shit, Morgan was ripped. Corded abs, solid pecs, and biceps bigger than his own. The thought of dominating Morgan didn't intrigue him as much as the fantasy of being dominated by him. Hell. He was getting hard again.
Morgan licked his lips. “I want to get bare bones with you, that's all. Man-to-man. Come on, kitsu, bring it on.”
Had he just called Kisho kitsu? Again? Before Kisho could second-guess, Morgan attacked.
His reflexes saved him, but only just. Surprised, Kisho balanced himself on the balls of his feet, his knees bent, ready. He met Morgan's next two advances, dodging and then striking out with a kick that rocked Morgan on his ass. Before Kisho could take advantage, Morgan was on his feet again.
Kisho raised a brow. “I'm trying to take it easy on you, because I know that handicap makes it difficult to fight back.”
“Handicap?” Morgan questioned between breaths. He darted in and feinted left, striking to Kisho's right. His fist grazed Kisho's waist, and Kisho couldn't help being impressed.
“Your small brain.”
Morgan laughed. “Yeah? Well, at least I'm not letting my hard-on distract me.” Kisho automatically looked down to see Morgan wasn't lying—the brawler had a large erection. He caught Morgan's fist aimed at his gut and spun the male around, so that Kisho's cock pressed against Morgan's fine ass. “Easy, Morgan. Or I'll think you don't like me.” Morgan groaned and rocked back. “If I didn't like you so much, I wouldn't be this close to coming in my damned shorts.”
With incredible speed and flexibility, Morgan somehow managed to break out of Kisho's hold and reverse his position, so that they stood chest to chest.
Morgan shifted, and his cock grazed Kisho's.
Staring into green eyes that suddenly flashed from emerald to a darker, mossy green, Kisho was unprepared for Morgan's next move. The kiss took him by surprise, and he opened his mouth to protest.
That quickly, Morgan snaked his tongue inside, and the taste of raw male and sweet orange shot Kisho's libido into overdrive.
He couldn't think as Morgan took charge of the kiss. His beast settled happily under the aggressive male, not protesting in the least, which further put Kisho under Morgan's spell. The recognition that had sparked the first time they'd touched was nothing compared to the inferno of lust and need that swamped him now.
Morgan groaned and rocked against him, rubbing that massive erection against his own.
Needs long denied rushed him, this mating act so different from the sexual desires he slaked with his teammates. This was so much more.
He drew Morgan's scent into his mouth, into his beast, and purred when Morgan ran his hands over his chest.
Morgan broke the kiss to growl, “You're cut. So fucking hot. Christ, I need you.”
He yanked Kisho's T-shirt over his head and kissed him again before Kisho could think to protest. Worry about the future, about his control, about his plans to seduce the truth from Morgan—everything faded as sheer desire overwhelmed him.
To his shock, he trembled in Morgan's hold, confused, hungry, and so desperate to connect.
“Yeah, that's it, kitsu. Give me more,” Morgan whispered and licked his sensitive nipple.
When Morgan put his lips there and sucked on the hard nub, Kisho felt as if he'd split apart from the sheer ecstasy of his touch. A rush of precum dampened his shorts, and he ground against Morgan's cock.
“So hungry. Need you now,” Morgan muttered against his mouth. The large man slid down his body. Morgan yanked down his shorts, then took Kisho to the back of his throat.
Unable to do anything but react, Kisho fought the verge of change when Morgan cupped his sac and eased a finger near his hole.
The fire of desire overwhelmed him. A mixture of orange and cinnamon filled the air.
Every breath he took tasted like Morgan. As he gripped Morgan's silky hair, he lost himself in the male's embrace.
Morgan slid his tongue around Kisho's shaft and sucked hard. His finger left Kisho's ass for a moment, then returned, slick and hot, and slid inside.
Fuck, he used his own cream to lube. God, I'm so close…
Morgan moaned and shoved his finger deeper. Prodding, pushing, until he grazed that sweet spot that sent Kisho reeling.
“Morgan, please. Yes,” he moaned, climbing too fast toward his end.
In response, Morgan rumbled his pleasure and sucked harder, thrusting his finger in and out with greater speed.
The feeling of belonging, the union of scent and touch and male, pushed Kisho over the edge. “Morgan.” He unloaded into Morgan's hot mouth on a groan. He came hard, shuddering as he emptied his seed.
Morgan swallowed, and Kisho felt a moment of dizziness as the unreality of the situation shook him. He was purring so loudly it couldn't be missed, but he wasn't finished. His beast demanded he take what belonged to him. Light-headed, he pulled out of Morgan's mouth and sank to his knees.
The sight of Morgan licking his cum from his lips sent him into a frenzy. Kisho shoved Morgan to the floor mats beneath them and sliced his shorts from his body. The long, wet cock that met his gaze turned him on like nothing else.
Kisho devoured him.
“Oh, fuck. Kisho.” Morgan moaned his name like a prayer.
Kisho sucked hard, fast, and licked the sweet precum from his lover's dick, purring all the while. He distantly heard Morgan cry out his name, felt the man tremble and clutch his shoulders with strong fingers, tight enough to bruise.
And then Morgan came, jetting into his mouth with such sweet, hot cum.
Kisho sucked him dry, laving his shaft and balls, nuzzling the musky scent as he captured Morgan's essence and strove to keep it deep inside him.
The taste of his mate forced his arousal to the fore again. Going on instinct, Kisho shoved off his shorts and levered himself to his knees, now completely naked as he straddled Morgan.
“So beautiful,” Morgan rasped.
Kisho started jerking himself off, growing larger and thicker under Morgan's scrutiny. But Morgan wasn't content to watch. He caressed Kisho's belly, his balls, and rimmed his asshole.
And all the while he whispered words of praise and need that soothed the beast preening for attention. When Morgan pushed Kisho's hand aside and gripped his cock, Kisho exploded into a second, harder orgasm.
He grunted and shot over Morgan's belly, white jets of seed marking his mate.
“Rub it in,” Morgan said in a thick voice. “All over me.”
“Mine,” Kisho growled, his beast staking its claim.
“My kitsu…” Morgan murmured.
Kisho didn't hesitate. He leaned down and kissed Morgan, but the slight press of his fang over Morgan's lip drew blood. The taste of sweet copper told him what he'd already known.
Morgan Reynolds was his mate. His partner.
His future.