Chapter 27

Virgil made no move to take over at all, so Travis just kept working in stuttered rolls, orgasm just out of reach.

“I need more,” he finally gasped, just shy of a shout, just as intense. Wicked jade eyes gazed up at him like Virgil didn’t understand a word Travis spoke. He panted a tormented moan. “C’mon, please.”

Perfect hands cupped his ass in a brutal grip and took control with a piercing thrust that stole his mind away. Virgil held him still and plundered, conquered, until Travis had no choice but to drop onto his partner’s chest and accept the rapturous attention Virgil gave him.

It was too much. Too much sensation, too much heat, too much sound and skin, Virgil’s heavy, rich scent rubbed into every inch of Travis’ skin where they touched. He had to have more of it, had to drown himself under the pheromones that thickened the air.