Page 35 of Unholy

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that,” Malachi breathed. “Want you to do that into my mouth. Here.” He dropped to his knees, prying Luke’s trousers open wider to bare him to the cool air.

Luke forced himself to still as Malachi licked the flat of his tongue across the head of his cock, taking the bead of precum into his mouth. He suckled teasingly at the tip for a few moments, barely moving his lips past the rim, until Luke realized Malachi was waiting for him to thrust. A shiver of anticipation went through him, already imagining the tight grip of his throat.

“You sure?” he asked, combing his fingers through Malachi’s dark hair.

Malachi moaned eagerly, and Luke’s stomach tightened in response. He wasn’t going to last. His adrenaline was still high. He flexed his hips, rolling his cock down Malachi’s throat. He’d never met anyone who could take him all the way down without gagging, but Malachi had no trouble, taking him to the root and swallowing around him. Luke grunted, throwing his head back in abandon as he found a near-frantic rhythm, his fingers tight on the back of Malachi’s head. He didn’t worry about choking him; Malachi was strong enough to stop him if he wanted. In fact, he was moaning around Luke’s length, fumbling to free himself from his black jeans and take himself in hand. When he did, he rucked his shirt up under his arms, and Luke stared down at him in awe.

He was so perfect, his hair tangled in Luke’s fingers, hiswet mouth sealed around his cock. The long, muscled length of his abdomen and his corded, flexing forearm as he stripped his cock in time with Luke’s thrusts. It was all too much. Luke’s loud moans echoed around them as he came, his body seizing as he spilled into the tight squeeze of Malachi’s throat.

“God, Mal,God,” he groaned.

Malachi’s tongue continued to work against the underside of his softening cock as he brought himself closer to the edge.

“Hey, hey, wait, come up here. Let me,” Luke said. He could think of no better end than the taste of Malachi’s seed on his tongue.

Malachi came off him with apopthat made Luke jerk, chuckling at how oversensitive he was. When Malachi was standing before him, he dragged him in, trailing kisses down his stomach and wasting no time on his cock, which was leaking and as hard as steel under silk. He was already close, and his fingers clenched carefully on Luke’s shoulders. He didn’t press for more the way he’d invited Luke to, knowing Luke couldn’t take him as deep or as hard. It was exactly that kind of attention to Luke’s needs that made him want to make this just as good for Malachi.

He used his hand for what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, with fast and hard strokes like Malachi had been doing to himself, and soon Malachi was hissing in a breath through his teeth, which was all the warning Luke needed. He pulled back, until only the head was in his mouth, and let his cum spill across his tongue, salty and so veryMalachi.

Fingers curled through his hair, guiding his head back so Malachi could kiss him. “Damn, you’re good at that.”

“Not as good as you,” Luke said with a smile, reflected back at him on Malachi’s face.

“I don’t know about that, but I’ve got a couple of supernatural advantages and a few hundred extra years of experience.”

Luke scowled. He knew Malachi was very old and had, of course,had many lovers in the past, but that didn’t mean he liked hearing about them.

“Oh, baby, I love that jealous look,” Malachi crooned, kissing him again.

“‘M not jealous,” Luke said, probably pointlessly. “You’re mine now.”

Glee crossed Malachi’s face. “You’re damn right I am. And I’ll show you just how much I’m yours when we get back to your apartment later.”

“Again? This wasn’t enough?” But he knew it wasn’t. It wasn’t enough for him, either. He could never get enough of Malachi, and with any luck, that feeling was mutual.

As though he could read Luke’s mind, Malachi wrapped his arms around Luke’s neck and said, “Was it enough foryou, treasure?”

“No,” Luke said seriously, sliding his arms around Malachi and drawing him between his legs. “Never.”

He finishedhis patrol with a pep in his step. Malachi kissed him goodbye before they left the mall—separately—and though Luke didn’t see him again, the knowledge that he was out there somewhere, watching over him, reassured him.

When he got home, there was a familiar red Mustang inthe parking lot, and he smiled to himself, parking next to it. He lovingly patted the hood as he passed and darted across the street to the side door.

The apartment was dark save for a dim light in his bedroom that he recognized as his bedside lamp before he’d even rounded the doorway. Malachi was already in bed, shirtless and propped up against the wall—Luke didn’t have a headboard. Luke did a double-take when he realized the halfling was reading Luke’s battered copy of the Holy Bible.

“Why… are you reading that?” Luke asked, shedding his shirt.

“Just wondering what the big deal is,” Malachi replied.

“And?” Luke asked, sitting on the bed to untie his boots.

Malachi set the book on the table with a dismissive air. “It’s very dry. Watching you undress is infinitely more interesting.” He crawled across the bed and curled around Luke’s back. “Although your little comments in the margins were a nice touch.”

Luke heated. He’d had that Bible since he was a teenager. He didn’t even remember what he’d written. “Oh?” he asked carefully.

“You asked some pretty big philosophical questions in those pages, treasure. Why God made the first demons. Why a Hell even exists. Why demons are allowed to walk the Earth, but there’s never been any sighting of angels.”

Boots loosened, Luke toed them off as he gripped Malachi’s wrists and leaned back into the warmth of his naked body. He remembered thinking about some of those things growing up, but he didn’t recall actually writing them down anywhere. They were the questions he’d never been brave enough to ask any of his teachers.

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