Page 75 of Night Fae
Should it scare him? That it was still there, still open?
Probably, yes. If he were wise, but he wasn't.
He was just incredibly horny—and glad for anything that would make Zev touch him.
This wasZev, after all. The assassin who'd haunted his thoughts and featured prominently in his dreams since the moment they'd first met. The fae warrior who'd saved him from the Night Court, who'd kept every promise he'd ever made—who might not return alive from a mission tomorrow, because he needed revenge for his past more than he needed to have a future.
And now that he was so close, now that he was here with Malik, touching him, Malik would never deny him.
He wrapped his legs around Zev's waist, drawing him down so that the weight of him pressed Malik further into the mattress. Zev released his wrist to brace his hand by Malik's head, holding himself up. The other trailed down to grip the hem of Malik's shirt, pushing it up slowly to reveal the skin of his abdomen.
Malik sucked in a sharp inhale as Zev's palm slid across bare flesh, fingers tracing lightly up to his ribs. Goosebumps rose under his caress.
Zev's eyes met his, and for one long moment neither of them said anything.
Then: "Are you going to take my shirt off or not?" Malik asked.
"Demanding." Zev's voice came out rougher than expected.
"Only because I've been thinking about you undressing me for a very long time," Malik countered, trying some of that fae honesty for himself.
A faint smile curved the corner of Zev's lips. It made Malik's heart skip a beat. God, the man was beautiful. How could anyone expect Malik to keep his wits about him?
"I suppose I shouldn't disappoint then," Zev replied.
"Definitely should not."
Without another word, Zev gripped the edges of Malik's tunic and tugged upward, pulling the cloth over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Cool air hit Malik's exposed skin. He shivered, but not from the sudden change in temperature. The heat of Zev's gaze as he drank in the sight of Malik lying beneath him was hot enough to burn. He didn't say a word, but the way his eyes lingered, traveling from Malik's face down to his chest, down to his still-covered groin made Malik feel like the most desirable thing in all the realms.
Gave Malik the courage to speak the words that lay on his tongue. "Do you want to taste?" he suggested.
Honestly, he'd wanted to offer that since the first time Zev had mentioned liking the taste of his dreams. Since that moment, there'd been something else he'd wanted Zev to taste.
A low sound rumbled in Zev's chest, a predatory growl full of dark promise. His fingers hooked into the waistband of Malik's loose pants, tugging them downward until they were gone.
Malik was fully naked now while Zev still wore all his clothes. Somehow that only turned him on more—knowing that he wasat his most vulnerable yet Zev was still dressed, still exuding power. Still completely in control as he gazed down at the feast laid out before him.
Everything was as it should be.
Zev's hands settled on Malik's inner thighs, gently coaxing them farther apart. Then he lowered his face, his lips brushing against soft flesh.
His breath was warm against heated skin, sending shivers through Malik's entire body. Zev nuzzled the base of Malik's cock, teasing with his mouth and nose. His tongue darted out to lick along the underside in slow, lascivious swirls that made Malik arch his hips off the bed with a strangled moan.
"Fuck," he gasped, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Zev's mouth on him.
Zev looked up at him from between his spread legs, and there was something wicked in his violet stare. Something that made Malik shudder. Made him feel as if Zev could devour him whole.
He wouldn't protest.
Instead, he threaded his fingers into Zev's dark hair, urging him on wordlessly.
Zev obeyed, wrapping his lips around the tip of Malik's cock in a wet heat that sent sparks flying through his veins. His head fell back onto the pillow, his breath coming out in ragged pants as Zev's mouth descended, taking him deep.
"God." Malik's hips bucked helplessly, but Zev's hands held him down firmly, preventing movement.
Malik didn't try to fight. Instead, he surrendered entirely, letting Zev take what he pleased. He couldn't think, couldn't focus beyond the pleasure of Zev's mouth moving over his length. Beyond the feeling of Zev's tongue swirling around him and the suction building as Zev bobbed his head.
