Page 22 of Unholy

“Tell me,” Luke rasped.

“No. You won’t understand.”

“Tell me anyway. Make me understand.”

Malachi clenched his jaw. “Like you said. I’m a demon.”

“Yes, I’m well aware. And? Come here.” He sat up, grabbing the hem of Malachi’s shirt and lifting it overhead. “Tell me. Youarea demon. I’m not hiding from that. Tell me all your sordid thoughts.”

Malachi laughed, but it was a bitter thing. “I want to tear you apart. I want to sink my teeth in and never let go. I want to carve my name into your skin so everyone knows who you belong to. I want to gorge myself on your cock and your blood. I want to stalk you and pin you down and fill you with my cum, want to tie you to the bed and make you scream my name until your voice goes out.”

Luke’s eyes went a little wide, but he wasn’t pushing Malachi away. In fact, his cock jerked between them.

“Some of that was a turn-on,” he admitted bluntly. “Some of it I’m pretty sure will be a no.”

Malachi snorted. “That’s the thing, sweetheart. I may be a demon, and I may want those things, but keeping you happy is my priority. If you don’t want it, I won’t do it.”

Luke looked doubtful. “Keepingmehappy is your priority?”

“Yes,” Malachi said, leaning in, grazing Luke’s lips with his own. “If you’re happy, you’re more likely to let me stay.”

Luke softened. “That’s really all you want?”

“Yes. Just you.” He sealed their mouths together, hot and needy.

Luke tangled his fingers in Malachi’s hair as they parted, like he didn’t want him to go far. “As for the other stuff. I might be… willing to compromise on some things. Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

“Yes.” He pushed Luke back down. “Right now, I want to suck you off. Nice and vanilla.”

He laughed breathlessly. “I’ll never say no tothat.”

His legs were splayed over Malachi’s lap, and he pushed them up and apart, baring Luke’s most intimate places to the sunlight. Luke squirmed, but his cock gave another interested twitch. He liked this a lot; Malachi could scarcely believe this was really happening. Finally, after weeks of watching, he was allowed to touch, totaste.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Malachi growled, leaning in to mouth wet kisses up his thick shaft.

He’d waited too long to waste time teasing, so he sucked him down right away, loving the punched-out moan that left Luke’s mouth. He tasted like clean skin, the tip bitter with precum already. Malachi moaned, knowing he was the one who’d drawn that taste from him. His hands roamed as hebobbed his head, exploring the long plane of Luke’s muscular thighs, his hips, his sides and stomach.

“Mal,” Luke moaned, rocking up into the heat of his mouth. His legs spread wide, and Malachi took it as an invitation, slipping his thumb down to circle his entrance. Luke’s breath caught in his chest, but he didn’t say no. “Mal, please.”

Malachi hummed, taking him down to the root and sucking hard as he pressed his thumb inside. They had no lube, and he didn’t want to part from Luke long enough to go in search of some. Luke didn’t seem to mind, a hoarse sound leaving his throat. He focused on bobbing his head, until Luke was canting his hips up, helpless little “ah, ah, ah” sounds spilling from his lips. He was beautiful, his abdomen flexing as he pressed himself deeper down Malachi’s throat. Fingers tangled in his hair, and Malachi raised a hand to cover his, urging Luke to guide his head the way he wanted it. An agonized groan left Luke as he guided Malachi’s head up and down, fucking himself with his mouth.

“I’m—I’m?—”

Luke’s urgent rhythm faltered, his thighs quivering, and Malachi’s low, possessive growl vibrated his chest as salty seed filled his throat. He swallowed automatically, drinking every drop. He fully intended to stay there until Luke was soft on his tongue, but the man snagged him under the arms and sat up, crashing their mouths together and licking into Malachi’s mouth like he was eager for a taste of himself on Malachi’s tongue.

Big fingers scrambled to undo Malachi’s belt and jeans, then a hand slipped inside and wrapped around his length, moving slow and soft at first but then firming his grip and strippinghim faster. Malachi sucked in a sharp breath, gripping Luke’s shoulders tightly, leaning on the sturdy man as shocky bursts of pleasure ignited under his skin. He hadn’t truly expected reciprocation. In fact, a small part of him expected Luke to come to his senses at any moment and throw him out.

He’d waited too long for this to last. His nose and mouth grazed Luke’s, wanting to feel him but panting too hard for a real kiss. He thrust eagerly into Luke’s fist, splashing Luke’s stomach and flaccid cock with his cum and giving a shuddery, bitten-off moan.

“Perfect,” Malachi groaned, peppering wherever he could reach with soft nips and smeared kisses. “Fucking perfect. Call me Mal again, I love it.”

Luke chuckled, dropping his forehead to rest on Malachi’s shoulder. He turned his head to the side and obediently said, “Mal.”

“Hnf, yeah, just like that.” He threaded his fingers into Luke’s sweat-damp hair.

“Mal,” he said, softer, and Malachi angled his head down to capture his lips.

“Any regrets, sweetheart?”

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