Chapter 25

For Clark, slow and sensual was the way, and Daniel worked him masterfully. Daniel kept a pace that drove Ellis crazy on Clark’s behalf, and Clark clawed at the floor, at Ellis, and at himself.

“Ah, fuck. Christ…Daniel…” Clark’s sounds of undiluted bliss grew louder and louder, and his voice went higher in pitch and grew richer with need. Daniel planted a hand on Ellis’s neck, guiding him, choking him on Clark, and Ellis went lax in the hold.

“Close,” Clark warned, and Daniel yanked Ellis off Clark.

“No,” Daniel said. “Not yet, love.”