Page 24 of Gargoyle Reaper

“You're beautiful.” Archer licked his lips, his gaze roaming hungrily over Ezekiel’s form.

Ezekiel’s heart swelled at the compliment. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over Archer as if he was the predator and Archer was his prey. “And you, my angel, are exquisite.” He leaned down, capturing Archer’s lips in a searing kiss, using one hand to untie the robe.

Archer arched into the touch, a low moan escaping him as Ezekiel’s fingers trailed over his newly exposed skin. “Please,” he gasped between kisses, “I need you inside me.”

Ezekiel’s control snapped at his mate’s plea. He growled low in his throat, nibbling and kissing his way down Archer’s neck as he pushed the robe open fully. His hands roamed over Archer’s chest, teasing his mate’s hardened nipples.

Archer gasped, writhing beneath him. “Quit stalling. I can't take it anymore.”

“Shh, I've got you,” Ezekiel murmured against Archer’s skin. He trailed kisses down his torso, savoring every inch of his mate’s body. When he reached Archer’s straining erection, he took him into his mouth, savoring his velvety hardness.

Archer cried out, his hips bucking, forcing his hard cock to the back of Ezekiel’s throat. He held Archer steady by his hips, working him with lips and tongue until he was a quivering mess. Right as Archer neared the edge, Ezekiel pulled back, eliciting a frustrated groan from Archer.

“Not yet, my love. I want to be inside you when you come.”

Archer nodded frantically, spreading his legs up and back in invitation. Ezekiel’s eyes widened as he noticed the glistening slick between Archer’s thighs—a telltale sign of a Nephilim in heat.

“Mmm… you're already ready for me,” Ezekiel moaned, running a finger through the natural lubricant.

Archer shuddered at the touch. “I…I don’t understand what’s happening, but it feels like I’m going to die if you don’t fill me this very second.”

Unable to deny him any longer, Ezekiel positioned himself at Archer’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as his mate’s tight heat enveloped him. They both moaned in unison

Archer wrapped his legs around Ezekiel's waist, pulling him in deeper. “Fuck,” he gasped, his head thrown back against the pillows. “You feel incredible.”

Ezekiel stilled, giving Archer time to adjust. He peppered kisses along his mate's jaw, savoring the salty taste of his skin and the light scratch of his morning stubble. “Are you okay, my love?”

“Beyond okay.” He rolled his hips, drawing a groan from them both. “Move, dammit. I need you to fucking move.”

Ezekiel chuckled. “So feisty.”

He started with slow, deep thrusts, basking in their first time being joined. With each thrust forward, Archer met him eagerly, their bodies rocking together in perfect synchronization.

“Faster,” Archer demanded, his nails digging into Ezekiel's back.

Ezekiel obliged, picking up the pace. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their mingled moans of pleasure. He angled his hips, searching for that sweet spot inside Archer.

“Oh fuck!” Archer cried out, arching his back. “Right there!”

Ezekiel grinned, maintaining the angle as he pounded into Archer relentlessly. He barrelled toward his own climax, a tingling heat coiling in his lower belly. He reached between them, wrapping his fingers around Archer’s neglected cock. Hestroked in time with his thrusts, Archer’s precum helping to ease the way.

“That's it, angel,” he panted. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”

Archer’s body tensed, his passage clenching around Ezekiel’s cock. With a strangled shout, he came, spilling between their bodies. The pulsing pressure around him sent Ezekiel over the edge, and he buried himself to the hilt as his own release crashed over him. Ezekiel cried out Archer’s name as he spilled deep inside his mate, their bodies shuddering together in shared ecstasy.

For several long moments, they remained locked together, panting and trembling in the afterglow. Ezekiel peppered soft kisses along Archer’s neck, cradling him as his knot began to swell. Archer tensed, and he clasped Ezekiel’s shoulders.

“What the…?” He struggled beneath Ezekiel. “What’s happening?”

“Shh, angel. Don’t fight me. That’s my knot, keeping us joined so my seed will stay inside you.”

Archer stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Let me guess. It’s supposed to help me get pregnant?”

Ezekiel wished he had the right words to help Archer believe everything would be okay. “It is. Whether you think getting pregnant is possible for you or not, I promise my knot won’t hurt you.” Ezekiel smiled in reassurance. “Can you at least trust me on that?”

Archer took a deep breath, his body relaxing slightly beneath Ezekiel. “I... I trust you,” His gaze searched Ezekiel's face. “Still processing.”

Ezekiel nuzzled Archer’s cheek, placing a gentle kiss there. “I know, my love. We'll figure this out together, step by step.”

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