lurked in Vischeral’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Vish.” Realizing he still held the male, he dropped his arms and stepped back, but Vischeral followed him staying impossibly close. “I…there are things about me that I haven’t told you. I should have, it’s just…” Vischeral’s fingers covered his mouth, stopping the words. The questions disappeared from his eyes replaced by curiosity. And awareness. Surprised, Malachi stood frozen as the man moved even closer until their chests once more touched.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” The two words leeched all of the air from Malachi’s lungs. His gaze had lowered to Vischeral’s firm lush, bleeding lips. “Vischeral, I don’t think you know what you’re asking. You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking, Malachi. I can see you want to do it.” His hips had ground into Malachi’s, his arousal painfully obvious to the human. “I can feel it. Now, kiss me Mal. I might not have the courage to offer again.”
He’d gazed into those eyes and saw the last part wasn’t entirely true. Vischeral wanted the kiss as much as he did, and suddenly a future the scholars wrote about didn’t seem impossible for him. The first contact was a brief brush of lips against lips, barely a taste. Vischeral groaned and brought his hands up to fist in Malachi’s hair.
Hunger fully aroused, Malachi spun the male into the shadows slamming him into the building, their mouths fused. The kiss had been everything Malachi expected. The male’s mouth was hot and sultry. He tasted of the fine Scotch whiskey they’d had earlier, tangy blood, and his own unique flavor. Their tongues clashed and stroked, delving in to taste the other. Malachi’s blood surged like molten lava through his veins. He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down that strong bronze throat hovering just over the vein. Again, his fangs burst through his gums. He’d smelled the rich blood, drew back to strike and all hell broke loose.
A savage roar blasted the air and Malachi went flying backward crashing into the building on the opposite side of the alley. When he blinked to clear his vision, Laziel stood in the alley, the human raised above his head dangling from his fist. Power surged from the angel in scalding waves as he stared up at the male. Malachi saw Vischeral’s death with absolute certainty, but didn’t understand the why of it. He only knew he had to get his friend out of the angel’s grasp. Lunging away from the wall, he’d tackled his guardian rolling through the filth in a tangle of arms and legs. Punches flew and growls ricocheted off the wall as Malachi fought to subdue the only being he knew he had no chance of bringing under control.
“Laziel. STOP! It’s me. Malachi.” Astride the celestial for the moment, he’d leaned down so they were nose to nose. “It’s Lachi, angel. It’s me.” Recognition finally registered in Laziel’s eyes, and his large body went limp. His eyes closed to avoid Malachi’s stare. Panting and exhausted, Malachi pushed to his feet, his eyes searching for his friend as the celestial gathered himself.
“No. Oh God, no.” The human lay twisted in the alley, blood pouring from the gash in his throat caused by the angel’s hold. Panic seized Malachi as he knelt beside the man. He could hear the faint flutter of his heart as his body struggled to stay alive. Maddened with pain, he spun to face his guardian.
“You did this. Heal him.” The sneer Laziel sent Vischeral chilled Malachi’s heart. “Do it. Use your power to heal him, or I’m leaving, prophecy be damned.” He’d stalked the short distance to stand before his mentor. “You’ve always told me life, any life, is valuable, and is to be cherished. If you let him die, how can I believe anything you’ve ever told me?” When the celestial only stared at him, Malachi hadn’t hesitated. “Fine, then I’m out. Find another to save the race.”
“Wait. Malachi. Mother! Fuck!”
“I’m sorry, Vish.” Realizing he still held the male, he dropped his arms and stepped back, but Vischeral followed him staying impossibly close. “I…there are things about me that I haven’t told you. I should have, it’s just…” Vischeral’s fingers covered his mouth, stopping the words. The questions disappeared from his eyes replaced by curiosity. And awareness. Surprised, Malachi stood frozen as the man moved even closer until their chests once more touched.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” The two words leeched all of the air from Malachi’s lungs. His gaze had lowered to Vischeral’s firm lush, bleeding lips. “Vischeral, I don’t think you know what you’re asking. You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking, Malachi. I can see you want to do it.” His hips had ground into Malachi’s, his arousal painfully obvious to the human. “I can feel it. Now, kiss me Mal. I might not have the courage to offer again.”
He’d gazed into those eyes and saw the last part wasn’t entirely true. Vischeral wanted the kiss as much as he did, and suddenly a future the scholars wrote about didn’t seem impossible for him. The first contact was a brief brush of lips against lips, barely a taste. Vischeral groaned and brought his hands up to fist in Malachi’s hair.
Hunger fully aroused, Malachi spun the male into the shadows slamming him into the building, their mouths fused. The kiss had been everything Malachi expected. The male’s mouth was hot and sultry. He tasted of the fine Scotch whiskey they’d had earlier, tangy blood, and his own unique flavor. Their tongues clashed and stroked, delving in to taste the other. Malachi’s blood surged like molten lava through his veins. He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down that strong bronze throat hovering just over the vein. Again, his fangs burst through his gums. He’d smelled the rich blood, drew back to strike and all hell broke loose.
A savage roar blasted the air and Malachi went flying backward crashing into the building on the opposite side of the alley. When he blinked to clear his vision, Laziel stood in the alley, the human raised above his head dangling from his fist. Power surged from the angel in scalding waves as he stared up at the male. Malachi saw Vischeral’s death with absolute certainty, but didn’t understand the why of it. He only knew he had to get his friend out of the angel’s grasp. Lunging away from the wall, he’d tackled his guardian rolling through the filth in a tangle of arms and legs. Punches flew and growls ricocheted off the wall as Malachi fought to subdue the only being he knew he had no chance of bringing under control.
“Laziel. STOP! It’s me. Malachi.” Astride the celestial for the moment, he’d leaned down so they were nose to nose. “It’s Lachi, angel. It’s me.” Recognition finally registered in Laziel’s eyes, and his large body went limp. His eyes closed to avoid Malachi’s stare. Panting and exhausted, Malachi pushed to his feet, his eyes searching for his friend as the celestial gathered himself.
“No. Oh God, no.” The human lay twisted in the alley, blood pouring from the gash in his throat caused by the angel’s hold. Panic seized Malachi as he knelt beside the man. He could hear the faint flutter of his heart as his body struggled to stay alive. Maddened with pain, he spun to face his guardian.
“You did this. Heal him.” The sneer Laziel sent Vischeral chilled Malachi’s heart. “Do it. Use your power to heal him, or I’m leaving, prophecy be damned.” He’d stalked the short distance to stand before his mentor. “You’ve always told me life, any life, is valuable, and is to be cherished. If you let him die, how can I believe anything you’ve ever told me?” When the celestial only stared at him, Malachi hadn’t hesitated. “Fine, then I’m out. Find another to save the race.”
“Wait. Malachi. Mother! Fuck!”
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