He was only human… well kind of, but still, both Malachi and his wolf were on edge. The only thing his brain was processing wasMate.
Malachi realised Alfie was a grown man. He had to respect that his mate knew what he wanted… or he was no better than that other wanker.
He finally looked up and found Alfie’s eyes on him, his lips between his teeth.
“Strip,” Malachi instructed.
Alfie released his lips as his breathing sped up. He swallowed and licked his lips before nodding.
Malachi watched as his mate took his clothes off. There was some slight colouring around his ribs—a bruise that was a few days old. His wolf growled when he saw the evidence of what his mate had been through. He knew the pain wasn’t as bad. That was one of the perks of being mates. He could sense stuff like that. It wasn’t as strong since they weren’t mated, but he could still use his pheromones to take away whatever lingering pain his mate had.
Malachi’s wolf wanted blood for what had been done to Alfie, but he fought those instincts back and focused on his beautiful mate.
And he was beautiful. Everything about Alfie, from the top of his gorgeous blond head, down to the graceful curve of his neck, to his slender slightly muscled body, all the way down to his pretty cock that was hard and leaking for him.
“Goddess, you’re gorgeous.” He traced down Alfie’s body until he stopped at the first bruise on his mate’s body. Malachi went on his knees, and he heard Alfie’s breath catch as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to where his mate’s skin had been abused.
“I swear to the goddess, no one shall ever lay hands on you again. No one will hurt you as long as I live.”
Alfie’s hands cupped his face. “If this is a dream…” his mate’s voice trailed off.
“Trust me love, it’s not a dream, but itisa dream come true.” He kissed his way down Alfie’s body.
Alfie gasped as Malachi’s lips enveloped his hard cock.
“Oh, God,” he cried.
Malachi swirled his tongue around the entire head of his mate’s cock before brushing back and forth over just the slit. He licked around the tip and gathered the precum that had pooled at the head.
Alfie’s hands tightened in his hair as Malachi took him deeper into his mouth, sucking and licking at his mate’s cock like it was his favourite ice lolly.
Malachi lifted his head and looked into Alfie’s eyes, but they were tightly closed.
Malachi bobbed up and down several more times—sucking, licking—and the more his mate’s hands tightened in his hair, the more he gave.
Alfie cried out, his voice pleading.
“Please, I need…” He let out a gasp, “…more.”
Chi let his mate fuck his mouth, enjoying seeing Alfie take his pleasure from him.
He spread his legs wider, and Malachi used his finger to graze over the tightly puckered skin of his mate’s asshole; that had Alfie’s orgasm barrelling into him.
“Malachi,” Alfie cried.
His gasps turned into loud moans as Malachi kept working him over from root to tip as he rode out his orgasm.
“Oh my. Oh my.” Alfie managed to get out, his body limp in Malachi’s arms.
Malachi didn’t stop what he was doing, swallowing every last drop while continuing to shallowly fingerfuck Alfie. He felt his mate’s muscles squeezing around his finger and he imagined his cock in that tight channel.
As the final waves subsided, Alfie’s body went limp in Malachi’s arms, so he carried him to the bed and laid him there, carefully tucking him in. Before he even stepped away, his mate’s breathing evened and he was out.
Malachi traced Alfie’s face, watching his mate as he slept.Fuckhe was perfection.
He walked over to the bathroom, and by the time he came back to the room to clean up his cum—yeah, he’d actually cum from sucking his mate off—he wasn’t in the mood for a shower. Malachi got into bed and pulled Alfie into his arms, and for the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to be truly content.
Twenty-Seven
