Fractured Souls by Ava Marie Salinger

35

Having concurredwith Morgan that it would be best to wait until nightfall to lure out a Lucifugous, Strickland instructed everyone to catch up on some rest. The director offered to contact the lead historian at the Argonaut Agency’s New York headquarters to delve into their archives for information about the Eternity Key and its Keeper.

“If he can’t uncover anything, we may have to ask the other agencies to search their historical records,” Strickland said grimly before Morgan and the others headed for the bank of elevators that would take them to the bureau’s underground garage.

Morgan’s gut instinct told him they wouldn’t find any information on the Eternity Key or its Keeper. Only two people knew the truth. And that was Eric Crawford and the man he answered to.

The fact that the dead sorcerer had used the word ‘master’ had not escaped Cassius’s attention, nor Strickland’s when they’d reported what the man had revealed in his final death throes to the director. This case had too many echoes of London and their battle with Tania Lancaster. Morgan frowned.

Could Eric be a surviving member of Tania’s sect?

A hush came over the bullpen when they reached the elevators. The agents gathered there eyed Cassius and Morgan warily. Though none of them had seen the video of the two angels fighting the warlock and his sorcerers last night, word of the battle had obviously spread from the people who’d been at the bar.

Morgan swallowed a sigh. It must have been mentioned multiple times during the statements they took from the witnesses too.

“Are you guys okay?” someone asked grudgingly.

Zakir Singh had risen from his desk and was crossing the bullpen toward them, a frown on his scarred face.

“Yeah,” Morgan murmured.

Singh stopped in front of them.

“I’m sorry,” he told Morgan gruffly. “About yesterday.” Singh turned to Cassius. “And I apologize about what I said the other day. I was out of line.”

He offered his hand to the angel.

Cassius shook it, unable to hide his surprise. “Um, thank you.”

Morgan bit back a smile. He knew it would take the angel more time to accept that not everyone around him wanted him dead.

I’ll just have to drill it into him, slowly and surely.

Thoughts of drilling other things inside Cassius made Morgan’s dick twitch. He’d been interrupted making love with Cassius before he was fully satisfied last night.

Adrianne and the others boarded an elevator.

Cassius was about to follow them when Morgan grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the adjacent cabin. “Let’s take this one.”

Cassius gave him a puzzled look as the doors swished closed behind them. “There was space in the other—”

The rest of his words were lost on a gasp as Morgan crowded him against the wall and kissed him.

The way Cassius instantly melted in his arms made Morgan regret they were still in the Argonaut building. He wanted to strip the angel naked, lick him from his head to his delectable toes, and take him, right there and then.

Cassius blinked dazedly when Morgan reluctantly lifted his mouth off his.

“What was that for?” he said breathlessly.

“Just because,” Morgan murmured, hands dipping down Cassius’s back to squeeze his ass.

He pressed his lips to the pulse throbbing at the base of Cassius’s throat.

Cassius shuddered and arched his body closer, a telltale bulge forming in the front of his jeans. “Just because what?”

Morgan raised his head and narrowed his eyes. “Do I need a reason to kiss and touch you?”

Cassius stared before bursting out laughing.

“What?” Morgan asked irritably.

“You’re like a kid who’s been told he can’t play with his favorite toy,” Cassius chuckled.

“Well, you are my favorite toy,” Morgan grumbled.

Cassius’s expression turned serious. “I am?”

Morgan stilled at the silent question in the gray eyes opposite him.

“Yes,” he said quietly, dropping a soft kiss on Cassius’s lips. “You are mine, just as I am yours.”

Cassius sucked in air as Morgan pressed a hand against his belly, the resonance across their soul cores flaring hotly under his fingertips and Cassius’s skin. He grasped Morgan’s face and kissed him ardently, his body fairly vibrating with desire.

The elevator doors opened.

“Told you they were making out,” Adrianne muttered to Julia. She narrowed her eyes at Cassius and Morgan as they reluctantly let go of one another. “We’re meeting at eighteen hundred sharp. You guys better be there, fully clothed and bright and perky.”

“Some parts of them are already perky,” Julia observed.

Morgan and Cassius rode home in comfortable silence, Morgan’s hand resting lightly on Cassius’s knee and Cassius’s fingers lying on top of it. They took the elevator without exchanging a word, their shoulders brushing and a slow heat charging the air between them.

Morgan had Cassius against the wall of the apartment hallway and his tongue down Cassius’s throat the second Cassius closed the door. Cassius groaned, his hands clutching at Morgan’s back, his lower body dancing sensuously against Morgan’s, rubbing his erection against the solid thickness of Morgan’s cock.

Cassius dropped a hand between their bodies and palmed Morgan’s steely length. “I want to taste you!”

Morgan groaned as Cassius squeezed his cock lightly. Cassius pushed Morgan off him, whirled him around, and slammed him up against the wall.

A throaty chuckle left Morgan as Cassius nipped at his throat with his teeth. “I feel like my virtue is in peril.”

Cassius licked and sucked the slight wound he’d made, his lips parting on a sultry smile. “I’m pretty sure it was my virtue that got plundered by this—” he grasped Morgan’s dick tightly, drawing a curse from him, “—repeatedly last night.”

Morgan shuddered as Cassius ran his hands under his T-shirt, exploring his chest and abs. Cassius leaned in and bit down on his left nipple, giving it a playful tug. Morgan hissed and bucked his hips, the pleasure-pain sending sharp tingles through his flesh.

A feverish expression washed across Cassius’s face at the way Morgan responded to his touch. He unbuckled Morgan’s jeans, drew the zipper down, and freed his erection.

“Fuck!” Morgan gasped, loving the feel of Cassius’s hungry fingers on his shaft.

Cassius dropped down to his knees, grasped Morgan’s meaty cock, and wrapped his lips around the broad head. Morgan gritted his teeth and fisted his hands on Cassius’s shoulders while he suckled the oozing tip and whirled his tongue in light circles.

“Jesus!” Morgan rasped as Cassius licked him from the root of his cock all the way to the tip and back, his clever fingers working his shaft with strong strokes.

Cassius rubbed and teased Morgan to a frenzy before finally taking him inside his mouth on a lustful groan. Fire burned Morgan’s veins as he watched Cassius’s cheeks bulge with delicious tension, the angel swallowing him inch by slow inch, his heated gaze locked on Morgan’s from under his lashes.

Morgan clasped Cassius’s head with his hands and punched his hips forward.

Cassius gagged slightly, the motion driving Morgan deep into his throat. He panted through his nose and slowly relaxed his jaw, forcing his body to adapt to Morgan’s size. A hungry grunt left him as he gripped Morgan’s thighs and started bobbing his head to and fro.

Morgan cursed and panted while Cassius blew him, pleasure slamming into him in forceful waves, his soul core resonating with Cassius’s with sweet violence. It didn’t take long for him to explode, Cassius’s lips and tongue bringing him to his climax far sooner than he would have liked.

Cassius swallowed Morgan’s cum like a starving man, color staining his cheekbones a bright pink and his eyes glazed with pleasure as he sucked Morgan dry.

Morgan hissed and carefully pulled his spent cock out of Cassius’s mouth, Cassius chasing after him for a final lick of his sensitive tip.

“Come here,” Morgan growled.

He pulled Cassius to his feet. Cassius smiled and kissed him.

Morgan locked his arms tightly around the angel, lust shuddering through him when he tasted himself on his tongue. He grabbed the back of Cassius’s thighs, lifted him up, and hooked his legs around his hips as he carried him into the bedroom.

Loki raised his head from where he’d been sleeping on the bed. He jumped down and walked out, his tail flicking lazily in approval.

Morgan took Cassius into the bathroom, stripped them of their clothes, and crowded him under the hot spray of the shower. Cassius’s trembling cock poked Morgan’s belly as they kissed, their tongues lashing sensuously, their fevered stares locked under the pounding water. Morgan slipped a hand between their bodies and started stroking Cassius’s shaft. Cassius moaned, hips canting to and fro as he chased his pleasure. Morgan worked Cassius’s dick steadily, his heart thundering against his ribs and his mouth plundering Cassius’s.

Cassius’s scent. His heat. The stormy color of his passion-glazed eyes. The sounds he made. The musky smell of his precum.

All of it was a potent drug Morgan couldn’t get enough of.

Cassius’s breath hitched in his throat as he neared his climax.

“I’m gonna come!” he gasped against Morgan’s mouth, his fingers clenching on Morgan’s shoulders, clinging on for dear life.

Morgan stayed his hand.

“Morgan!” Cassius whimpered.

Morgan nuzzled his nose. “Ssshh. I’ll make you come.”

Cassius shuddered, his cock twitching in Morgan’s grip. Morgan waited a full minute before slowing stroking Cassius’s steely shaft once more, his movements feather light.

A groan of frustration left Cassius. Morgan brought him close to his orgasm before stopping again. Though Cassius protested, the wild look in his eyes told Morgan he was loving this game.

His climax would be all the stronger for being edged.

Morgan finally gave Cassius what he so desperately wanted. He dropped down on his knees, fixed Cassius’s hips with his hands, and swallowed his cock all the way to the root.

Cassius exploded on Morgan’s first suck, his throaty cries echoing against the tiles, his dick spurting powerfully inside Morgan’s mouth and throat. Morgan drank most of it down with a hungry grunt.

Cassius shivered and shook when Morgan let go of his spent organ a moment later. Morgan clutched Cassius’s waist and turned him around.

“Bend over and put your hands on the wall,” he growled, taking a loving nip of Cassius’s right butt cheek.

Cassius looked at him over his shoulder and did as he was told, his eyes bright with desire. He swallowed when he clocked Morgan’s raging erection, his expression darkening with lust.

“Spread your legs,” Morgan ordered gruffly.

Cassius obeyed wordlessly.

Morgan gave his rod a brisk rub, the sight of Cassius submitting to his every command making him shudder. He let go of his shaft, slipped two fingers inside his mouth, and coated them with the remains of Cassius’s cum.

Cassius trembled as Morgan rose and parted his cleft, exposing the most intimate part of him, the water cascading down his back and down his ass making his hole twitch. He stiffened and cried out when Morgan plunged his fingers inside him. Cassius clenched and spasmed around him, drawing a curse from Morgan’s lips.

Morgan scissored his fingers. He stretched and probed Cassius open, prepping him for his penetration at the same time he teased his prostate. Cassius’s cock was soon rising proudly again, his shaft hard and his tip oozing precum.

“Enough!” Cassius reached a hand behind and grasped Morgan’s wrist, his gray gaze full of desperation as he met Morgan’s eyes over his shoulder. “I want you inside me! Now!”

Morgan’s heart clenched tightly at Cassius’s hungry plea, fire resonating inside his soul core. He slipped his fingers out of Cassius and brought his hungry dick to his hole.

They both groaned as Morgan pushed inside to the hilt, Cassius’s body barely putting up any resistance. Cassius shoved his hips back impatiently when Morgan stilled, a whimper tumbling from his lips and his knuckles whitening on the shower wall.

Morgan grasped Cassius’s hips, pulled back until the tip of his cock stretched Cassius’s entrance, and punched inside with a lustful grunt.

A guttural shout left Cassius, the way his back passage clenched and spasmed around Morgan telling him he’d just come. Morgan set a slow, deep pace as he thrust in and out of Cassius’s delectably snug hole, taking his time to drive them both out of their minds, his breaths falling from his lips in heavy pants and groans. Cassius moaned and gasped, his hips meeting Morgan’s, matching his movements stroke for blistering stroke. He dropped a hand to his cock and started rubbing himself.

Heat throbbed between their soul cores as they made love, heightening their pleasure. Morgan could almost see the intangible thread running from his belly to Cassius’s, fusing their bodies in more than just the physical sense.

It was as if their souls were rejoicing in a long-forgotten connection.

Incoherent sounds left Cassius as he neared his orgasm, his passage pulsing and throbbing painfully on Morgan’s cock, his fingers moving briskly on his straining erection.

Morgan sank his teeth in Cassius’s shoulder as he finally lost control.

Cassius welcomed it all, his breath hitching over and over again as Morgan’s fingers dug painfully into his hips, his body embracing the savage rutting of Morgan’s cock where it impaled his insides with sweet frenzy.

They came on loud shouts, Morgan spilling his seed deep inside Cassius while Cassius painted the tiles with his cum.