Page 31 of Gargoyle Reaper

Archer nodded. “Maybe once he realized his time was running out, he gave it to his attorney with that letter.”

“That as well.” Ezekiel lifted the covers and scooted in beside him. “But I’m so grateful I was there to protect you.”

“Yeah. Pretty amazing coincidence.”

Ezekiel gasped. “Really? What will it take for you to believe in destiny? That there are no accidents?

Archer shoulder-bumped him. “I’m messing with you.” He laughed. “Had you going though, didn’t I?”

Ezekiel growled, giving him a playful jostle. “I have a good idea how to getyougoing.”

Archer hissed as Ezekiel wrapped his fingers around Archer’s half-hard cock. “Yeah. That’ll do it all right.”

Right as they moved in for a kiss, a loud banging sounded at the bedroom door. Archer tensed as Ezekiel leapt from the bed. Was the lair under attack, or a Slayer calling for help?

Ezekiel rushed to the door, opening it a crack while concealing his nudity behind the rest of the barrier. “What is it?”

Archer curled his fingers in the blanket. He’d assumed that since Ezekiel was mated and they were the only healers, that Ezekiel would be exempt from battles. At least that’s what Michael had claimed. It turned out that he and Ezekiel had been brought together before the kill quota was met. Between the risk of the amulet being stolen and the need for more than one healer, the Divine Spark had allowed a concession.

A laugh sounded and a throaty voice Archer didn’t recognize answered, “Is this a bad time?”

“Dammit, Dante,” Ezekiel growled.

Dante snorted. “I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to do that.”

“You’re ridiculous. Is there anything you actually need, or are you just fucking around?”

Dante laughed. “I needed to get back at you and my guess is thatyou’rethe one who’s fucking around.”

Ezekiel groaned. “Fine. You got me. Now will you please leave?”

“Ooh, you’re saying please to me? The world has definitely turned on its axis.”

“Bye.”

Ezekiel started closing the door and Dante called out, “Archer! Amir’s looking forward to meeting you later!”

Archer didn’t have a chance to respond before Ezekiel shut the door all the way.

“What was that all about?” Archer chuckled.

Ezekiel sighed, climbing back under the covers then yanking Archer to his side. “Nothing important. Just something that happened when he and Amir were first together. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Why don’t you fill me instead?”

Ezekiel ran his hand slowly up Archer’s frame, stopping to tease one of his hardening nipples. “With extreme pleasure, dearest.”

Ezekiel rolled him onto his back and covered Archer's body with his own, pressing him into the mattress. Their lips met in a deep kiss, a clash of tongues while Ezekiel’s hands roamed over Archer’s skin, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere they touched.

Archer moaned into the kiss, arching up to press himself more fully against his mate's muscular form. He wrapped his legs around Ezekiel's waist, grinding their hips together. The friction sent jolts of electricity through his body.

“Ezekiel,” Archer gasped as they broke apart for air. “I never dared to wish I could have someone so perfect. I love you.”

The hint of an amber glow lit Ezekiel’s eyes. “I love you, my heart. Always and forever.”

Archer smiled, a contentment he’d never known possible washing over him. “Forever. That works.”

When Ezekiel entered him, he gasped at the exquisite fullness. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, as if they'd been made for each other. Ezekiel set a slow, sensual pace, and Archer savored every moment of their connection.

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