Page 46 of Unholy

Luke moaned in agreement as Malachi pressed deeper, fucking himself until Luke’s throat convulsed. But just ashe’d promised, he never pushed more than Luke could take. He pulled out to let him breathe. Luke never felt choked, never felt that spike of fearful adrenaline that would have had him fighting. Malachi knew what he could take and gave him exactly that. Everything went hazy and dreamlike around the edges. He was safe here, safe and wanted and cared for. He floated, just as Malachi had said. Nothing here would harm him, Malachi would be sure of it. He could simply focus on the suction of his mouth, the glide of skin against his tongue, the press of it down his throat.

Quiet moans left his nose, his hips working restlessly. His cock was leaking onto his thigh. When Malachi’s moans reached a fever pitch, Luke redoubled his efforts, bobbing his head hungrily and sucking hard, teasing the underside with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” Malachi warned.

His cock jerked, and Luke swallowed his salty seed, suckling him clean.

“Ah,Luke,” Malachi gasped. He so rarely said Luke’s name. He blinked up at him, feeling dazed. His lips were numb and slick with saliva, his chest heaving, his eyes heavy-lidded. Commander Sloan could walk through the door right now, and Luke didn’t think he’d care. “You’re such a good boy. You’re so good for me.”

His brain felt stuffed with cotton, and a shiver of delight went through him at the praise. Malachi smiled, dropped to his knees in front of him. His hands were gentle, combing through Luke’s hair, wiping the tears from his face and the saliva from his mouth. When he pressed Luke backward, he barely felt it, rolling onto his back with his knees up and his legs spread, still trapped in his restraints. The plug still buzzed against his core. He circled his hips experimentally. Itwasn’t hitting quite as well in this position, but it was still pleasant.

“That’s it, just lie back and let the sensations take you.” Fingers teased his nipples, and he parted his legs further, making space for Malachi between them. “My good boy.” Lips kissed down his chest and stomach, nosing the coarse hair there. His teeth scraped just inside Luke’s hip, followed by a sharp sucking sensation. “I’ve wanted to make a mark on you for so long.”

He slid his hands up Luke’s thighs, and one hand found the base of the plug, tugging in a way that had Luke whining, arching, as the vibration found its target once again. His cock leaked onto his stomach.

“There we go.”

“Mal,” he whimpered.

“Yeah, baby?” He was kissing his way across Luke’s pelvis, never quite getting close enough to his cock to give him any relief.

“Please, I want to come.”

“Do you?” Wet, sucking heat swallowed him down, and Luke cried out at the suddenness of it. Malachi didn’t stop until his nose pressed against skin. His throat tightened around Luke, squeezing him like a vise, and Luke was a boneless puddle of liquid pleasure, his legs falling apart as Malachi bobbed his head long and deep, taking him from root to tip each time.

His sac tightened, liquid heat boiling through him as he rocketed toward his orgasm. His body strung tight—and Malachi pulled off his cock, his fingers cinching tight around the base to ward it off.

Luke bucked. “No, Mal,fuck.”

Malachi sputtered out a laugh. “I’ve never heard you say fuck before.”

“Please just fuck me,please.”

One hand tugged on the plug, gently working it from his hole. He groaned when it came free with a wet sound. Malachi turned the vibration off and tossed it aside.

“You want me to fuck you?” he simpered, leaning over him. “Just like this? Restrained and at my mercy?”

“Yes yes yes,” he chanted. “Hold me down, fill me up, want you. I want you to be all I can see, all I can feel.”

Malachi growled, inhuman and low. He pressed the fat head of his cock against Luke’s hole andthenremembered the lube, reaching for it impatiently and drizzling it carelessly on both his cock and Luke’s sac and hole. When he pressed inside, Luke groaned with relief. He’d be lucky not to come instantly, given how long he’d already teetered on the brink.

Malachi seemed to know it—of course he did. He worked his hips with brutal efficiency, pounding into Luke’s ready and all too willing body. Luke gripped his own ankles for lack of anything else to grab on to, and Malachi wrapped a lube-slick hand around his cock. Luke sobbed with relief, doing his best to work his hips in time with Malachi’s rhythm.

“Please, please, I’m—” He broke off, sucking down a breath and screaming as he came, splashing his own chest and stomach with a ridiculous amount of seed. He shuddered, fighting against his restraints for the first time as his body convulsed wildly, and Malachi continued to pound into him. Strong fingers gripped his hips bruisingly tight as Malachi came a second time, grinding into him so hard that Luke’s hips left the bed.

He barely noticed Malachi unhooking his wrists from his ankles and guiding his legs and arms out to stretch the sore muscles. He didn’t even realize his eyes were closed until Malachi kissed each eyelid, one after the other.

“You still with me, treasure?”

“No.”

“No?” Amusement laced the question.

“You killed me.”

Malachi chuckled. “It was only a little death.”

“No, no, that was at least a moderately-sized death.”

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