A Moment in Time(2)

By: Stormy Glenn


“Did you sleep well?”

“I think so.” He couldn’t remember.

“I made you breakfast.” The wide grin that spread across the man’s mouth announced his joy in such a simple gesture.

“Thank you?”

Apollo’s entire demeanor froze when he found himself suddenly lifted up and sat on the counter like he weighed less than a feather. Mr. Sexy stepped between Apollo’s thighs, pressing up against him. Even sitting on the counter, the man was still taller than him. He was probably taller than anyone Apollo knew, even Djal.

“It was hard to leave your bed, mi amor.”

Bed?

Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who—” If the man was talking about leaving his bed, and adding in the delightful aches Apollo was feeling, then it was a pretty good bet that they had spent the night together.

Hot damn.

And, damn, he hated asking for the guy’s name.

Expecting anger or even indignation, Apollo wasn’t prepared for the handsome man to smile ruefully. “I guess we never got around to that last night, did we?” The man leaned in and rubbed his cheek over Apollo’s, his large hands stroking down Apollo’s back.

Apollo groaned. The guy smelled so damn good, earthy, male, delicious. His mouth watered, shivers moving up and down his spine. The scent was clean, and so masculine it left Apollo feeling weak.

“My apologies, querido,” the man continued. “My only excuse is that I was so enamored with you that I could not think, let alone draw two words together to ask your name. You are so intoxicating, I could only think of feeling your body pressed against mine.”

Damn, this guy was good.

“Grayson.”

“Apollo.”

The grin on the man’s face widened, showing off luscious dimples on each cheek. “Apollo. Hmm, I like that. Short and to the point but very masculine.” A feral light began to flicker in the man’s smoky blue eyes. “It makes me think of hot, naughty things I would like to do to your sexy body.”

“Oh ye—” Apollo flushed at the squeak in his voice and cleared his throat. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Grayson captured Apollo’s lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from Apollo’s head just as he stole the breath from his lungs. The kiss was brutal, crushing, and Apollo could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth.

After his initial shock, Apollo responded to the kiss with hunger. He groaned into the kiss as Grayson heady scent filled his lungs. His body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him reaching for Grayson’s mouth, the hot draw of his lips, the stroke of his tongue.

Eagerly, Apollo’s tongue mated with Grayson’s, his body arching as he tried to get closer. Grayson arms went around Apollo, blunt nails scraping along his arms as Apollo twisted closer. A hunger unlike anything he’d ever experienced shook his very foundation.

Apollo stared into Grayson’s eyes and felt the shock clear to the soles of his feet as his tongue continued to lick at Grayson’s lips. The man was looking at Apollo with nothing short of worship in his eyes.

“I need to have you,” Grayson whispered in his ear, his voice husky and growly. “Tell me I can have you again, mi amor.”

As gorgeous and delicious as this man was, Apollo wished he could remember the first time. “Yes.”

An animalistic sound rumbled in Grayson’s throat.

He lay back on the counter and let Grayson have his way. Grayson began to work on Apollo’s pants, ripping them down Apollo’s legs. His movements were wild, unforgiving, and dared Apollo to interfere, to stop him.

Apollo didn’t do a damn thing but watch.

He whimpered when he felt Grayson’s large, smooth hand slide up his chest until it was loosely wrapped around Apollo’s throat. He should be terrified that he had a huge unknown shifter hovering over him with sharp canines gleaming in the morning light and a hand wrapped around his throat, but oddly enough, Apollo wasn’t.

It was turning him on big-time instead.

Grayson’s eyes gleamed like glassy, volcanic rock as he looked down at Apollo. His tongue peeked out, sliding across his bottom lip as his fingers tightened around Apollo’s erection. Apollo groaned, and then his head fell back onto his shoulders as Grayson’s fingers ran up and down his length.

“Feel how your body responds to my scent, my touch,” Grayson said in a thick tone that rode roughshod over Apollo’s skin. Grayson’s deep, husky voice was branding him, making his own claim—again—and Apollo was so turned on that he was about to explode. “Mine alone.”

“Yes.” Apollo moaned the word as he reached down and opened his jeans. He lifted his head to see Grayson drop down to his knees in front of him.

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