One brushed his cock, still tender and oversized from the basement, and a jolt of pain-laced pleasure shot through him, making him gasp. His breath hitched, and he spun around, searching for an exit, a way back to the stairs, to the warehouse, to anything familiar. Gay sex John stepped closer, too close, and the air between them thickened. Alex caught that scent again—woodsy cologne, sharp and clean, but undercut with something raw, like freshly turned earth or the musk of an animal. What did he mean by “brothers”? John rode him through it, his own dick leaking onto Alex’s stomach, his eyes blazing with something inhuman.“Oh fuck!” Alex shouted, the orgasm peaking, a flood of cum and eggs pouring into John. Except his hands were still tingling where John had touched him, and his mind kept snagging on that smile, those eyes, the way the light had caught them. His heart leapt into his throat, pounding so hard he thought it might burst. His features were the same—sharp jaw, dark hair—but his skin shimmered with that iridescent sheen, his eyes glowed a steady amber, and his mouth stretched too wide, revealing rows of sharp, needle-like teeth.
