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“‘M not too heavy?” He wriggled a bit, testing, and realized Malachi’s hard length was almost directly pressing against his own. There was no urgent need to chase hispleasure right now, and Malachi didn’t seem bothered, but a little shiver of awareness went through him, anyway. It seemed like Malachi was always hard for him. He liked it.

Malachi chuckled, low and warm. “No, treasure, you’re not too heavy.”

“Good.”

“Fair warning, though,” Malachi added, “there’s a chance I’ll wake upincrediblyhard if you’re on top of me like this.” His hands glided down Luke’s sides to grip his buttocks with both hands, just briefly enough to give Luke an idea of what waited in the morning.

“Good to know.” He kissed Malachi’s collar. “Good night, Mal.”

“Night, treasure.”

Luke woke sticky with heat,his naked body plastered against Malachi’s. Based on the way golden sunlight streaked across the floor, it was midmorning. His sleep had been deep and dreamless, and his body was filled with languid, rolling pleasure. His hard length was trapped between their bodies, and it appeared Malachi had been awake for some time, because a slick finger had slipped into Luke’s crease, massaging his hole in slow circles.

“Morning, treasure,” Malachi crooned as Luke stretched, arching his back. That finger pressed inside him, and he keened softly. He’d slept so heavily he felt sore from being in the same position all night, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so well rested.

“I slept on you all night?” Luke murmured.

“You did.” A second finger squeezed in with the first, andLuke panted, mouthing absently at Malachi’s neck. “Wish I’d thought to do this last night. I could’ve had you wet and ready for me this morning, pushed right in while you were sleeping.”

“God,” he moaned. He couldn’t think of anything better than waking up with Malachi inside him. This was the next best thing, pressed together as close as it was possible to be, taking their pleasure together with lazy strokes. “Do it, get inside me. Want you right now, just like this.”

“You’re still tight.”

“I don’t care.” He reached back, lifting his hips just enough to guide the plump head of Malachi’s hard cock to his hole.

“Okay, okay,” Malachi relented, tugging at him. “Get back down here. I’ll do it.”

Luke chuckled, laying back down and letting Malachi do the work. With his feet planted on the bed and his hands gripping Luke’s ass, he brought their bodies together. His cock tunneled inside and sent burning pleasure skittering up Luke’s spine. He moaned, gripping Malachi’s shoulders from underneath as he found a circling, sinuous rhythm, grinding up and pushing Luke’s hips down to meet his every thrust.

Luke’s thighs quivered with the urge to move, but he fought it, panting in the curve of Malachi’s neck and focusing on keeping his body pliant. His hard cock dragged between their bellies, and he couldn’t stop the way his body writhed in place, hungry for more, faster, harder.

“Mal,” he whimpered, lifting his head to crush their mouths together.

“Oh, fuck, treasure,” Malachi panted against his mouth, “you feel so goddamn good. So tight and hot. Like you were made for me, I swear.”

“Mm-hm,” Luke agreed, absently nipping at Malachi’s stubbled jaw. Molten heat filled him up. His sac tightened as his orgasm approached. “Oh, I can’t hold on. I’m gonna come.”

“Do it, baby. I want to feel it.” Malachi’s hair was a mess, his red eyes bright in the morning sunlight, gazing up at Luke like he was everything he’d ever wanted, as eager for the sight and feel of Luke’s orgasm as he was for his own.

Luke came with a low, weak whine, his body tensing like a bowstring and then going pliant as wave after wave of pleasure swept through him. Malachi fucked up into him a few more times and stilled, his iron-like grip on Luke’s hips pinning him down while Malachi came inside him.

In the aftermath, neither of them moved. Luke tucked his head into the warm curve of Malachi’s neck. He could go back to sleep again after that.

As though reading his mind, Malachi’s fingers tickled softly up and down his spine as he said, “Sleep, treasure. I’ll be right here when you wake again.”

A sweeter promise, he’d never heard.

Chapter 14

Luke

Luke enjoyed training.He enjoyed the burn of muscles in use, pushing his body to its limits, the sense of accomplishment that came from a spar gone well.

Today, he was running on the track, minding his pace and his heart rate. He’d made an effort to keep to his normal schedule since the day he’d been called into Sloan’s office about Malachi. The last thing he wanted was to make anyone suspicious. If he was going to continue his tryst with Malachi—and he knew with absolute clarity that hewouldcontinue it for as long as he could—then he needed to act as normal as possible at HQ to avoid suspicion. He needed Malachi like he needed air. Removing him from his life now would be akin to cutting off a limb. He’d never had anything that wasjust hislike this before. Malachi made him feel wanted and treasured. He was a part of him now, for better or worse.

Malachi had barely left his apartment since the day Luke tried to break things off. He didn’t know if it was because Malachi was afraid he’d get spooked again or just newrelationship bliss, but he didn’t care. He was so stupidly happy to have Malachi in his space. Malachi fit perfectly into the lonely gaps of his life. It was like he’d always belonged there. He liked looking over and seeing him on the sofa, or waking up with Malachi’s warm body wrapped around him. He was far happier than he should be, knowing it was all a house of cards waiting to fall down around him. The anxiety about their precarious situation was ever present, but none of it seemed to matter when they were together. It was like the rest of the world fell away. As soon as he’d stopped fighting the idea of him and Malachi, everything just slotted into place as though they were always supposed to be together. He would scoff to hear anyone else say such a thing if he wasn’t living it himself.

It couldn’t last. He and Malachi would never truly be safe outside their little bubble while Luke was a paladin. The guild would never abide him harboring a demon in his apartment, much less sharing his life with one, and it seemed unrealistic to think he could keep this a secret forever. There was always the risk that they’d be seen and reported, and he knew with absolute certainty that if another paladin fell prey to a halfling’s temptations—as Sloan saw it—they would suffer the same undignified end as Hawk. Banished and vilified for their depravity.

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