Exclusive Excerpt from Third One (NSFW)
Only one last thing to do. After this, he wouldn’t have to see Marcus ever again unless he chose to. Luke needed the break. He would see the whole mess from a completely different perspective after a month or two. He’d be healthier for sure. This part of his life was over; he needed to say good-bye and start fresh. After I sleep for a day or five, that is.
He climbed the stairs. There was a sunroom up on the first floor. Sometimes at these parties, people would go there to rest and talk, take a break from the loud noise downstairs. Liam had always had a bar set up there and a group of lounge furniture.
But all doors were closed this time.
It was somewhere on the left, Luke remembered. The first or second door. He heard voices from behind the first door and paused. He knocked. Another sound but muffled by the door.
Oh, what the hell. He needed to get this over with. He grabbed the handle.
Luke burst through the door and froze.
For the ever-loving… Fuck!
Close your eyes. Go away. Run. Don’t look. Run!
He couldn’t move. His eyes wouldn’t close. Run! His feet were glued to the floor. He stood and stared like a mouse at a snake.
They didn’t notice him at first. Why would they? They were consumed by each other, kissing over Marcus’s shoulder, Liam’s hand on Marcus’s throat.
Marcus was naked, braced against the wall on his forearms, hands fisted. His back was curved beautifully, torso rippling with strain. Luke was, for the thousandth time, struck by the perfection of Marcus’s form, the grace, control, power… Luke had watched him, mesmerized, for years, fascinated with the defined muscles on his arms, his hands. He’d fantasized about exploring the base of Marcus’s throat, where the tendons met the collarbones. He’d worship the hollow between them, just that tiny spot… And now he saw Marcus just two meters away, naked but for one sock halfway off his left foot. Silly and oddly hot. The hollow between his collarbones was hidden underneath Liam’s palm. Looming over Marcus’s exposed, smaller body, Liam still had his open pants on, but he was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing. He held his man with one firm hand on Marcus’s hip, the other around his throat, and he pushed forward slowly, a powerful but controlled movement, until his hips were flush against Marcus’s ass cheeks. He stayed there, buried inside Marcus, and rocked them both, joined.
Marcus’s loud exhale echoed in the room, which seemed to darken with their passion. Luke should have hated seeing them. He should have been hurting, even nauseous. Maybe he would be in a second. But of all the things he’d ever seen in his short life, they were the most beautiful.
Luke stared at Marcus’s profile, hypnotized by the face of the man he loved, features warped by mindless pleasure. And he stared at Liam, long body all ropes and bones, sharp angles, hardened and defined by age, his every movement self-assured. A body of an immortal.
Liam retreated and slammed back inside, fucking harder, the muscles on his shoulders bulged, and Marcus moaned.
The door shut behind Luke with an earsplitting bang. Later, he would understand the simple, stupid detail that turned his world upside down and inside out. Draft. The door banged shut because of a draft. In that moment, he felt like someone shot him in the chest.
He stumbled backward, his head hitting the oak with a thud, and his shaking hand reaching behind for the handle. He fumbled, encountering only empty air.
That was when his and Marcus’s gazes met.
Luke felt his whole body catch fire. He was painfully hard, his nipples tingled, and his mouth flooded with saliva. He felt his blood pulse in his brain. Any second, he’d explode. Somehow, his gaze drifted to Liam’s black eyes, and he lost self-awareness. Because Liam’s eyes were hungry. It was like looking at his own desire impersonated. Liam’s magnetic gaze pulled him into the snake’s mouth.