Chapter Eight
Koda’s sigh ghosted Reese’s cheek. Dark brown eyes with flecks of gold watched from inches away. He had a small mole near the corner of his mouth. A bronze thumb-sized birthmark on his jaw just under his right ear.
He pressed closer, and the warmth of his skin called to Reese.
It never even occurred to him this was wrong.
Koda’s touch swept up Reese’s chest, and he brushed their lips together, then fed him his tongue. Cinnamon flavored the kiss.
The burning contact moved over his shoulders, his neck, then Koda pushed his fingers through locks of Reese’s hair. The bite of Koda’s nails against Reese’s scalp enhanced the wave of pleasure filling him.
Koda rocked against Reese, and he gripped the man’s hips. All because it was what Koda wanted. At that moment Reese would have given him anything he asked.
A new presence stirred the air. Unknown men pressed against him. The two became three, then four, again and again until there was no part of Reese untouched. A wet line traced the back of his thigh. Teeth scraped along his spine. Hands, so many hands, everywhere all at once.
But no matter the amount of pleasure, Reese couldn’t take his gaze off Koda. Not that it mattered who the others were, not that he cared. Not that he could care about anything or anyone but the person in front of him.
Fingers pushed between his ass cheeks and rubbed his hole. What breached his opening was thicker. The burn of being stretched momentarily erased the euphoria smothering him. Koda drank down Reese’s cry and stopped Reese’s attempt to escape the cock invading his body by rolling him over. Koda straddled his waist, impaling himself on Reese riding him.
Sweat soaked Reese’s skin. He tightened his grip on Koda’s hips only to have his hands torn away and held down.
They covered him.
They ruled him.
They devoured him.
They stole away the world, reducing it to a single sensation where the energy holding the particles of Reese’s body vibrated in tune with the universe. At that moment there was no light, no dark, no good, no evil.
There was no concept of right or wrong.
No sorrow no happiness.
There was Koda. There was only Koda.
Koda twisted his lithe form, taking Reese faster, rippling in a fluid motion that alone proved he was no longer just human.
Reese gasped for air as the person behind him thrust faster, his movements matching Koda’s rhythm.
Koda watched Reese through half-lidded eyes. His lips parted, and he teased the bottom one with his tongue. Reese whimpered in frustration, desperate for more. Every part of Reese ached to be joined with the man fucking himself on his cock.
Koda smiled as if he’d heard the thought.
Of course he had. Reese belonged to him.
Koda curled over Reese. A drop of sweat fell from his nose onto his cheek. Reese lifted his chin, offering his mouth, but Koda leaned in, panting against his ear.
The rise of ecstasy plummeted, crashing into Reese, echoing around him, no longer just a sensation but a state of being.
Koda’s breathing slowed, and everything around him whited out. “Protect my brother. Protect Luca.”
“Dr. Dante.”
Reese jerked, smashing his knee against the wall of the plane and almost dumping himself into the floor. For once he missed the tight economy seats of commercial airlines where he needed a shoehorn to pry himself loose.
He rubbed his eyes, but everything remained blurry.
Glasses, where were his fucking glasses?