all by kissing her. One hand cupped behind her head, the other
settled on her ass, as he devoured her mouth like a man starved of sustenance.
The little hell cat Malachi remembered from before simply melted against Silas
in an act of silent surrender, which made his wolf whine his distress.
Malachi
barely resisted the urge to free his throbbing dick and seek the relief he so
desperately wanted. Hungry, dirty, and pissed off as he was at the fact that
his nemesis had escaped him again, all he'd wanted to do was come back to the
one man he could call home. Maybe even climb in his bed and let Silas help him
forget the burden he carried for those few precious minutes, when they sought
pleasure in each other's bodies.
Instead
he came home to this.
He
shook his head and glared, just as Silas broke the kiss and Maria had to grab
the counter for support. Silas steadied her and then walked across to where
Malachi stood, still frozen in time, and mirroring his earlier actions with
Maria, yanked Malachi's head down to kiss him.
Malachi's
grunt of surprise gave Silas access, and pleasure surged through Malachi's
tired body as the man he loved most in this godforsaken world fucked his mouth
with his tongue, as though the woman he was mated to wasn’t standing mere feet
away, watching their every move. Malachi could taste her mixed in with the
familiar musk of his lover, and instinct took over. The beer bottle clanged to
the floor and burying his hands in Silas's hair he kissed him back with all the
rage and hurt inside of him. They slammed into the wall, hips grinding against
each other, in a grapple for dominance that had their hard cocks sliding against
each other. Still, it wasn't enough. Malachi wanted nothing more than to rip
the other man's clothes off and lick every trace of Maria's scent off his
lover's body.
That
thought made him come up for air, and they broke the kiss. Foreheads resting
together they held on to each other, until their breathing regulated and Silas
smiled grimly.
"I
take it you didn't get the bastard then?"
Malachi
grunted his agreement, and Silas stroked his tense shoulders before he drew
back.
"I
missed you," he said, and Malachi snorted and looked across to Maria. She
hadn't moved. Just stood there watching them with wide eyes. It wasn't disgust
that he scented from her, though. It was arousal, so intense that his wolf
panted and Malachi's jaws ached to sink his teeth into her throat and mark her
as his. Which would be as good as a death sentence for him. Anderson hadn't looked for him, but Malachi knew that the councilor wouldn't
stop until Malachi was dead and buried this time, if Malachi actually mated
with his precious pure blood princess of a daughter.
He
forced himself to step away from Silas, and he couldn't keep the bitterness out
of his voice.
"Looks
like it." He jabbed his head toward Maria, and Silas's eyes clouded over.
"It's
complicated," Silas said.
Maria
growled low in her throat, and despite the situation Malachi grinned. That was
more like it.
"You
do know that's Anderson's princess daughter, don't you?"
Silas
nodded just once, and Malachi swore.
"I
do, but I had no idea she was your particular princess. You never told me her
name." Silas didn’t look at him but at a spot far above his shoulder, and
tension emanated off the human in palpable ways.
"To
be fair, I don't think it would have made much difference had you told
me." He glanced at Maria, and a faint smile played around his lips.
"It is what it is."
He
shrugged his shoulders and finally raised his amber gaze to Malachi.
"It's
fucked up, that’s what this is."
Both
men jumped when a beer bottle narrowly missed their heads and smashed against
the wall. The dregs of beer left at the bottom ran down the magnolia wall in
pale streaks of yellow, as the glass fell around them like macabre confetti.
"Hello,
I am standing right here, in case you haven't noticed." Maria's sarcastic
voice brought both their attention back
settled on her ass, as he devoured her mouth like a man starved of sustenance.
The little hell cat Malachi remembered from before simply melted against Silas
in an act of silent surrender, which made his wolf whine his distress.
Malachi
barely resisted the urge to free his throbbing dick and seek the relief he so
desperately wanted. Hungry, dirty, and pissed off as he was at the fact that
his nemesis had escaped him again, all he'd wanted to do was come back to the
one man he could call home. Maybe even climb in his bed and let Silas help him
forget the burden he carried for those few precious minutes, when they sought
pleasure in each other's bodies.
Instead
he came home to this.
He
shook his head and glared, just as Silas broke the kiss and Maria had to grab
the counter for support. Silas steadied her and then walked across to where
Malachi stood, still frozen in time, and mirroring his earlier actions with
Maria, yanked Malachi's head down to kiss him.
Malachi's
grunt of surprise gave Silas access, and pleasure surged through Malachi's
tired body as the man he loved most in this godforsaken world fucked his mouth
with his tongue, as though the woman he was mated to wasn’t standing mere feet
away, watching their every move. Malachi could taste her mixed in with the
familiar musk of his lover, and instinct took over. The beer bottle clanged to
the floor and burying his hands in Silas's hair he kissed him back with all the
rage and hurt inside of him. They slammed into the wall, hips grinding against
each other, in a grapple for dominance that had their hard cocks sliding against
each other. Still, it wasn't enough. Malachi wanted nothing more than to rip
the other man's clothes off and lick every trace of Maria's scent off his
lover's body.
That
thought made him come up for air, and they broke the kiss. Foreheads resting
together they held on to each other, until their breathing regulated and Silas
smiled grimly.
"I
take it you didn't get the bastard then?"
Malachi
grunted his agreement, and Silas stroked his tense shoulders before he drew
back.
"I
missed you," he said, and Malachi snorted and looked across to Maria. She
hadn't moved. Just stood there watching them with wide eyes. It wasn't disgust
that he scented from her, though. It was arousal, so intense that his wolf
panted and Malachi's jaws ached to sink his teeth into her throat and mark her
as his. Which would be as good as a death sentence for him. Anderson hadn't looked for him, but Malachi knew that the councilor wouldn't
stop until Malachi was dead and buried this time, if Malachi actually mated
with his precious pure blood princess of a daughter.
He
forced himself to step away from Silas, and he couldn't keep the bitterness out
of his voice.
"Looks
like it." He jabbed his head toward Maria, and Silas's eyes clouded over.
"It's
complicated," Silas said.
Maria
growled low in her throat, and despite the situation Malachi grinned. That was
more like it.
"You
do know that's Anderson's princess daughter, don't you?"
Silas
nodded just once, and Malachi swore.
"I
do, but I had no idea she was your particular princess. You never told me her
name." Silas didn’t look at him but at a spot far above his shoulder, and
tension emanated off the human in palpable ways.
"To
be fair, I don't think it would have made much difference had you told
me." He glanced at Maria, and a faint smile played around his lips.
"It is what it is."
He
shrugged his shoulders and finally raised his amber gaze to Malachi.
"It's
fucked up, that’s what this is."
Both
men jumped when a beer bottle narrowly missed their heads and smashed against
the wall. The dregs of beer left at the bottom ran down the magnolia wall in
pale streaks of yellow, as the glass fell around them like macabre confetti.
"Hello,
I am standing right here, in case you haven't noticed." Maria's sarcastic
voice brought both their attention back
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