Page 20 of Gargoyle Sentinel

With a growl that was purely gargoyle, Malachi stood, lifting Danny with him as if he weighed nothing. Danny wrapped his legs around Malachi’s waist, their mouths crashing together in a desperate and hungry kiss. The sweet taste of him was unlike anything Danny had ever experienced, and he was sure his craving for Malachi’s kisses would be unending.

“Bed,” Malachi rumbled against Danny’s lips as he carried him to the king-sized bed. He lowered him onto the plush mattress with surprising gentleness, despite the intensity burning in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Made for me.” Malachi’s hungry gaze roamed over Danny's body. “I’ve waited centuries for you.”

Danny tugged at Malachi’s shirt, impatient to feel skin against skin. “Less talking, more naked.”

Malachi chuckled, the sound deep and rich as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a torso that looked like it had been carved from marble. Perfect ridges of muscle rippled beneath tan skin as he moved.

“Fuck, but you’re amazing. Hotness overload.” Danny ran his fingers over Malachi’s chest. “Are all gargoyles this ripped, or did I hit the supernatural jackpot?”

“Battle-ready for millennia,” Malachi murmured, his hands moving to the hem of Danny’s sweater. “May I?”

Danny nodded eagerly, lifting his arms as Malachi pulled the soft fabric over his head. The cool air hit his heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that ignited when Malachi’s hands traced down his chest.

“Perfect.” Malachi used his fingertips to map every inch of Danny’s torso. “Absolutely perfect.”

Danny arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. The heat coursing through him became unbearable, every nerve ending screaming for more contact, more connection.

“Mal, come on. I need—”

“I know what you need.” Malachi’s voice was thick with desire as he leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Danny’s collarbone. “Your body is calling to mine. Your heat demanding I quench your thirst.”

Danny whimpered as Malachi’s mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire across his chest. When that hot tongue circled his nipple, Danny bucked upward, his hands tangling in Malachi’s thick hair.

“Mal, please. I won’t survive.” The words tumbled from Danny’s lips as Malachi continued his exploration, those strong, rough hands making quick work of Danny’s jeans and boxers until he was completely naked beneath his mate’s adoring gaze.

“I never knew what it meant to want someone so completely, an all-consuming desire, as if the world would stopif I didn’t have you.” Malachi flattened his palms on Danny’s chest. “Never felt such a powerful need to claim, to protect, to worship.”

Danny’s cock throbbed against his stomach, already leaking. The heat inside him had concentrated between his legs, creating a strange new sensation. In his core, there was an aching emptiness that demanded to be filled, and a warm, slick wetness that he didn’t understand. Yet, even though his body felt foreign, it was as if it had finally awakened to its true purpose.

“What's happening to me?” Danny gasped, his hips lifting involuntarily as the ache edged toward being painful.

“Your body is preparing. Creating what it needs to bond with me completely.” Malachi’s hand moved lower, his fingertips ghosting over Danny’s hip bone. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Danny responded without hesitation.

Malachi’s expression radiated something deeper than lust. What he saw was pure devotion.

“Then let me take care of you, my mate. Let me give you everything you've been longing for.”

Danny could only nod as Malachi worked to remove his own remaining clothes. When Malachi’s magnificent cock sprang free, Danny’s breath caught. The impressive length was thick and heavy, the head glistening with pre-cum. A stray thought ran through his head wondering if it would look the same when Malachi was in his gargoyle form.

He made a mental note to inquire about that later. Right now, it was time to relieve the agony of the unexpected state he was in.

“Come here, big boy.” Danny reached out to wrap his fingers around Malachi’s cock. “Is this a gargoyle thing or just a you thing?”

Malachi gave him a mischievous grin as he lowered himself over Danny. “I haven’t done a comparison challenge, but I'm glad you approve.”

“Approve? I’m the luckiest Nephilim alive.” He stroked Malachi slowly, reveling in the way his mate’s eyes darkened, his breaths quickening. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Malachi took his mouth in a heated kiss, as if sealing the promise of their eternal bond. After breaking free, Malachi’s mouth drifted down to Danny’s jaw, and he left a trail of soft kisses to his ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make my baby wait.”

Malachi reached between Danny’s legs, questing between his ass cheeks, brushing two fingers across Danny’s hole.

“Yes, so good,” Danny let his eyelids fall closed, Malachi’s touch all that mattered in that moment.

“That’s it, baby. Your body knows what it needs.” Malachi circled Danny’s entrance with gentle pressure. “The Nephilim part of you is preparing for me.” His finger slipped inside with ease, the slickness easing the way.

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