This is the sequel we all waited for, Morgan's Story.
Introduction
One sexy temptress, two smoking-hot males. A reverse harem, things couldn't get any hotter with all the steam, actions, twists,devotion and loyalty!
Morgan is a care free, sexual confident kinda girl, with a devil may care attitude. Loyal to her friends and loyal to her sexual desires.
She knows the damn rules.
She's sweet yet sassy blowing that strictly off-limits air around her.
She's a mouthy little spitfire also tempting men to their downfall.
She's the kinda girl that hates the word "complicated". She lives by three rules and they are the most important rules in her life:
#No Attachment
#If you want it, you go for it.
A month ago
Morgan's P.O.V.
The shiver starts somewhere in my core. It tightens there and spreads, teasing through me, sending tingles to dark, wicked places, before it trips its way up my spine. I could feel my skin prickling, despite the warm temperature of the dark, smoky club. Heat flushes and rushes through my cheeks and sparks through my brown eyes.
I swallow thickly. My thighs clench in anticipation. Electricity teases through me as my nipples brush against the silky fabric of my slinky Red short dress.
The Club is packed and full. packed with men. Rough, crude, wicked men, most of them. And I know most of the eyes in the room are locked onto me, considering the kind of shameless dress am putting on right now.
Somehow I've tuned all of them out. All the nosie the sound thugs and the crook type of man, Because right now am on a mission.
To Lure, to slay, to seduce and to have sex. The full LSSS, I could feel adrenaline bursting through my veins. I feel my breath catch in my throat. Because there they stood both staring right at me with a strong look of desire. It's a hard look , fierce, fiery, and so full of energy you could almost feel the air crackling between us.
They're every bit as hard as a their looks.
tall, big, brooding, rough, and at this moment, probably two of the most sexy and dangerous men in the entire city. oh, and they also happen to be one other thing.
gorgeous.
it's not only in a pretty-boy way, it's more like this dark, off-limits, dangerous sort of way. One of them has hair that shone as bright as the sun and the other dark brown hair, cut clean, with chiseled jaws, fierce looks, hulking shoulders and arms, and muscled chests. tattoo ink peeks out around the edges of their sleeves and from their shirt collars, as they sip their whiskey in front of me with a cool, calculated smoothness.
The one with the piercing blue eyes and the one with the same emerald green eyes as mine, which happen to be lancing right into me at this very moment. clay's the one with the brown hair, brooding eyes and the swath of beard across his jaw. and those eyes seems to get to me ,both of theirs . It's like this burning feeling piercing through me, and i couldn't help but shiver under those heated, unblinking look.
It's going to be one hell of a ride,
and once again, that shiver goes to dark, forbidden places.
As I approach them,
They start to make their way around the table, their eyes locked on me like I'm a meal they're about to devour...
"Hi boys, I thought we came out to drink?"I whisper out softly. One rule about situation like this "You've got to be in control, no matter what".
They stop right in front of me, and I could feel my own breath catch as I gaze up into two gorgeous, dark, captivating, and powerful faces.
"i think you know we're about to do more than just drinking"Dorian says smirking those blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Hmm, so tell me do you agree to share?"I ask, with a sultry tone
My eyes dart to Dorian in time to see his face turn bright red with fury, or maybe just embarrassment as his eyes stares at me in a calculating manner.
"Don't worry it just a one time thing, no attachment. We'll just have fun"I say in a sing sing tone as my fingers trailed around his broad shoulders.
" Let's go to my place"I murmur, not caring about the consequences as I strut out of the club with the two at my trail...
We rode in Xavier car to my apartment, immediately we got in. I unleash all my hidden desires, am sure to share might not be what they bargained for but it's definitely going to be the only way their going to have me, because I want them both. Have desired and longed for Xavier's touch and fantasized what it will be like with him, and Dorian he's sexy call me weird if I do want to fuck my friend's brother-in-law but he's hot and he's a twin. Weird but sexy. The one rule I live by is if you want something you go for it so I desire them both and am going to have them their lips, their hands, carress all on just me.
Two pairs of eyes spark with pure fire, two chiseled jaws tighten, and two growls catch low in their throats as Xavier starts to smile hungrily.
I could distinctly hear Dorian slide the deadbolt to the door shut with a metallic "clunk", my pulse skips a beat, and I sigh out to the feeling of heat pulsing in a needy and aching way between my thighs.
And now, sweetheart," Dorian groans deeply, moving closer to me. His hand slides to my hip, making me gasp quietly at the strength in his hand as it slides around my waist. I feel a presence behind me, and when I hear the rumble of Xaiver growl, and when I feel his huge, powerful hand slide over my other hip, there's no stopping the pleasurable sigh from falling from my lips.
"Now," Dorian purrs, pulling me close as Xaiber presses into my back.
"That day at Memory's birthday you kept teasing and distracting me, luring and trying to seduce me" Xavier murmurs
"Now it's time to claim our prize!
Xavier P.O.V.
I'm so fucking hard right now.
It's honestly almost the only thing I can even focus on the fact that my cock is throbbing against the zipper of my pants and am vainly trying to hold it back. My balls ache for release, and my swollen head pulses, precum leaking freely into my boxers.
...It's been like this since the very second I laid eyes on this girl.
Sharp, emerald eyes. Brown hair that shone in different colors red blazing like fire around her pretty, flawless face. That red dress hugging every single sinful curve of her body, and the way my hands demand to consume her.
I've wanted her since the moment I saw her, and I want all of her.
Some men see a beautiful woman and want to just get enough of her or something equally basic. Strangely enough I would have done so too but now, I do want her body, and I will be having it, that I'm certain. But it's much more than that. One look at this woman, and I knew I wanted all of her, I want her heart, her soul, her mind. The whole fucking thing. But she's one stubborn and cunning lady too hard to lure, she wants everything to be on her terms which is why am here sharing her with "You Know Who"
And I know Dorian is feeling the same damn way.
Not much words have been spoken since we got to Morgan's apartment. I've known Dorian and his twin for so long, since we were kids, we've been best friends since childhood, we caused trouble together, fought and played together. And if you don't go through all of these with a man and him being your best bud from childhood to be able to guess his next move his thoughts and basically being able to read his mind.
Then you can't really know a person that much!
Am so damn Sure Dorian sees her the same damn way I do, and he wants what I want. He's a traveller, doesn't really stay in a place for more than 3 days but ever since he's seen Morgan he's been here ever since no signs of moving to his next adventure.
We both want that fire that so obviously blazes through her veins. We want that wild spirit you can see contained behind those sharp green eyes and her wild, fiery hair. We want the moans dripping from her lips and her sweet submission tumbling from her tongue-and oh, she'll moan for us. For both of us.
The only thing is She's Leslie's best friend whom she cherish, is it wrong of me and Dorian to both desire her?
Just one more reason why she's forbidden. And yet, one more reason we're both willfully disregarding.
We're ignoring the warning signs with her. We're ignoring the common sense that would say to us "Stay away". She's deadly, not easy to read, manipulative yet beautiful, Touching her could start a war.
But common sense? Warning signs? Playing it safe?
That's definitely overrated!
...All of those can go get fucked. They went out the window the second she walked in that bar. We had been giving an ultimatum after months of taking cold showers and being taunted by her. She then drops an ultimatum, we share just for one night or forget about our hidden desires. We were still considering the matter before she stepped into the club in a tight curvaeocus red dress and every step she took to our direction we both realized how fucking hooked we were on this girl.
And that's never fucking happened before.
Now we're here to claim our prize..
"Touching her could destroy the both of us but we don't care, not now!
As we both step into her apartment, Dorian slinks from the room, I know it's more true than even I anticipated.
She plays it fierce, I glimpse something in those big beautiful green eyes when we agreed to her proposal. I saw the look teasing at the shadows of her face.
The same look of,
Hunger,
Want,
Desire,
Longing.
That's what I saw. But mostly? Well, mostly, I see the heat on that pretty face. And the look that might just be my undoing, whatever consequences.
Dorian slides the lock to the door, and I watch as her face flushes. I see her nipples, poking hard through the little red dress.
...I see the excitement shining behind those green eyes, and fuck even my cock gets harder somehow.
She's going to be ours, and there's no stopping any of this. I know it, Dorian knows it, and I can see it written in forbidden excitement all over her gorgeous face.
We're going to take her. Right here, right now, consequences be damned. I knew it the second we started playing. And now?
Well, now I'm going to seal that deal.
There's no thinking about the consequence. No worrying about what happens once we cross the line. Not giving a single shit about the repercussions. As I glide my hands on her, her body trembles under my touch, her big green eyes lock into mine, and when I watch those pillow-soft, pouty pink lips of hers part ever so slightly, the last of my resolve crumbles.
I kiss her. Hard.
My lips crush to hers with a bruising force, taking her breath away as she gasps. I kiss her possessively and fiercely, and when I suddenly feel her resistance melt, and hear the soft sound of a moan into my lips, I know.
I know she's really ours.
My hand tightens on her hip, the other cupping her jaw dominantly pulling her to me and keeping her lips sealed to mine and tasting those soft moans. Her body slowly undulates against me, and I groan at the feel of that heat between her thighs grinding against the thick bulge in my pants.
Goddamn is she nice and wet. Her little pussy is so fucking wet that I swear I can smell her sweet honey from here. Like a teasing little scent of heaven that I can't wait to bury my tongue in.
Slowly, I pull away.
Her eyes blaze with green fire, and we both stand there panting, staring into each other. Her gaze with shock, amusement and heat, while mine stares at her in hunger for more.
"Now him."I say gruffly
"You don't need to tell me twice"She says in a sexy tone,
Her cheeks flushed pink, as I watch that soft bottom lip of hers catch between her teeth.
"Come here, big boy"She says turning slowly in my arms and looking up into my best friend's brooding face his jaw clenched tight and fire blazing across his hooded eyes from having just watched me kiss her.
I move against her back, pressing my cock into the crack of her ass through her slinky little red party dress. My hands slide over her hips, keeping her tight against me as I push her into Dorian arms.
"Don't leave him out of the party, sweetheart," I purr into her ear. She gasps quietly, and I feel her purr against me as Dorian moves in. He cups her jaw, titling her mouth up as he brings his lips to hers. And when I feel the moan murmur through her as my friend claims her mouth, I know this is happening. Now. Whatever the consequences.
We're going to have her. We're going to share her. And we're going make her ours.
#If you desire it, you claim it.
Now for woman who hates complications, fate decides to pull one on her. On her two week trip to paradise on a private Island she runs into a sticky situation with two smoking-hot males, ready to crash her little paradise.
The same males:
She deceived,
Lured and
Seduced
Now they are back, to claim, chase and possess her, Morgan unwillingness just proves to be one hell of an exciting Chase for them.
Can she outrun them?