Morgan's Dragon by Marcy Jacks

Author:Marcy Jacks
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Morgan was overwhelmed, but not in a bad way.

He was overwhelmed with need, and he hadn’t felt like that since the early days of his and Ian’s mating.

Something he never wanted to think on ever again.

This was for him and Conrad. No one else was to be inside his head when he pushed Conrad onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him.

Conrad grinned, showing off the points of his canines as Morgan took his face in hand. “Fuck me. Make me feel good, please,” he added.

He still wanted to be polite about it, after all.

Conrad looped his arms around Morgan’s waist, pulling him forward, grinding their dicks together and making Morgan gasp.

“I got you, honey. I’ll take such good care of you.”

Morgan wanted that, too. He wanted someone to take care of him, for once. He knew he should be taking care of himself, and he would when this was done. He didn’t intend on being totally useless.

But for now…

As Conrad pulled off Morgan’s jacket, throwing it away before lifting his shirt, those wicked lips immediately going for Morgan’s nipples, God, it was almost too much to bear.

Conrad felt so cold to the touch. He did just finish getting dressed and came in front outside.

Their combined body heat felt like they were crashing together, fighting for dominance.

Morgan loved it. He loved touching Conrad, fisting his hands in the man’s soft brown hair and gripping tight while Conrad used his teeth.

Morgan gasped again, canting his hips more, his cock aching for touch, for friction.

And what he was getting beneath his clothes was nowhere near enough.

“T-take me, please,” Morgan begged, kissing down the side of Conrad’s jaw, his throat, opening his jacket now as well and trying, clumsily, to get him out of the long-sleeved shirt he wore.

“I need you.”

Conrad moaned. “I’ve got you, baby,” he said. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

No, he wasn’t. He was old and scarred and broken.

Maybe Conrad, along with being a frugal sort of male, was also the kind who saw beauty in damaged goods. Like a man who could find a treasure just sitting in an old shop, something that wasn’t second-hand, but third or fourth.

Those people existed. Those people could find value and worth in all sorts of useless junk.

Morgan knew Conrad wouldn’t like knowing where his thoughts were going at the moment, but Morgan couldn’t help but smile at them.

“What’s funny?” Conrad asked, breathy and grinning back.

“Just thinking…we should go antiquing or something.”

Conrad tilted his head, brow furrowing. “Antiquing?” He chuckled. “I’m not retired yet, you know.”

“I think you’d like it. We could find all kinds of fun stuff.”

Conrad still didn’t seem to understand, but he kept right on smiling. “All right. That sounds fun, but after we’re done here, right?”

“Definitely after,” Morgan agreed.

“Good, I need you off me for one second, honey,” Conrad said, and Morgan was immediately off him, standing up and shoving his way out of his pants.

Conrad laughed at the sight of him. “You take all the fun out of it.

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