Today, a second treat from new paranormal gay anthology Myths, Moons and Mayhem. This excerpt is from the short story The Endless Knot, by Morgan Elektra.
The Endless Knot: Vampire Jackson and werewolf Rafael couldn’t keep their fiery relationship from burning itself to the ground. A human named Beau shows them how to rekindle it to a steady flame.
“Now, now, gentlemen. No need for enmity.” Beau’s voice is low, breathy, full of need. Jackson wants to fulfill it. From the heat in Rafael’s gaze and the way he strokes the back of Beau’s hand, Jackson knows his ex-lover is equally as eager.
Jackson’s gut tightens with possessiveness. He pictures them on their knees before him, tongues tangling around the head of his prick, and the image almost fells him. He is far from cold now.
Rafael growls low, his scent growing stronger in the warm night air.
“I’m sure we can find some mmmmm…”—Beau sighs, hands trailing down their abdomens—“... common ground.”
Beau hooks his fingers into their waistbands. The heat of Beau’s palm seeps into Jackson’s skin, separated only by thin layers of fabric. He rocks his hips, pressing his cock against Beau’s hand. Across from him, Rafael does the same.
“Jesus fuck.” Beau directs his next words up at the inky sky, a trembling laugh on his lips. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
One of Rafael’s big, work-roughened hands curls around the back of Beau’s neck. With his eyes on Jackson, he bends to brush his mouth over Beau’s.
It begins as a taunt, but Rafael’s lids shut as Beau’s tongue slides along his lower lip, deepening the kiss. The Wolf’s free hand comes up and grips Jackson’s shoulder, steadying himself.
Below Jackson’s belt, Beau’s stroking hand falters only briefly before gripping him tighter.
Witnessing the passionate kiss—Rafael’s neatly trimmed beard a stark contrast to the smooth, pale perfection of Beau’s epicene beauty—sends desire coursing through him. Their hands on him, their scents blooming around him, drag a groan from Jackson’s throat.
Beau pulls back, his mouth swollen and glistening. He licks at his lips, like he wants every last bit of the Wolf’s taste. Jackson can’t blame him. He can still remember the flavor of Rafael on his tongue. It tingles now in memory of the other man’s powerful kiss.
“You got a mouth on you, bébé.” Rafael’s grin is slow, sensual, and smeared with Beau’s lipstick.
Beau winks, the quick dip of his lashes saucy and playful. “You have no idea, Rafe. But you will. Both of you.”
Jackson isn’t at all surprised to hear Rafael’s nickname roll of Beau’s tongue, as natural as his next breath. Beau turns his glittering blue gaze on Jackson and the corners of his mouth curl up. He stands on tiptoe, but still can’t quite reach Jackson’s lips. Undeterred, he kisses the tense line of his jaw instead.
Jackson tries to read Rafael’s expression, but for once he is unable. His thoughts are too scattered, lust a drumbeat in his head, drowning everything else out.
When Beau’s fingers grip his chin, Jackson lets the human pull his mouth down into the kiss he has been imagining since the first moment he glimpsed Beau’s crimson pout.
In his long lifetime, Jackson has experienced many kisses, and yet none of them affected him the way this one does. Only one other man ever came close. And he can taste Rafael on Beau’s tongue.
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Morgan Elektra is author of A Single Heartbeat, A Kiss in Brimstone, and Big Teeth. She discovered her passion for writing at a young age, penning stories of witches, vampires, and monsters at the dining room table. After years working day jobs and moonlighting as a reviewer for popular horror website Dread Central, Morgan left the comfort of an office to follow her dreams of writing fiction. You can like her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter or her website
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