“No… You don’t, do you?” Mal didn't seem to be upset. It was more like he was hearing or seeing something Clayton couldn’t, and deciding his course of action from whatever information he was getting. “You should sleep.”
“Alone?”
“No. I’m sleeping here too.” When Clayton opened his mouth to protest, Mal added, “Only sleep. It’s only fun to torment you when you want it.”
“I don’t…” Clayton trailed off weakly at Mal’s knowing look. Clayton did want whatever was happening between them. He just didn’t know if he wanted to want it.
What kind of person wanted to be teased, humiliated, and chewed on like a toy?
“Sleep,” Mal ordered.
Clayton’s eyes began to close without his permission, and he fell forward into Mal’s chest. His last conscious thought was,Just like a bloody dreamwalker…
Chapter
Eighteen
MAL
If he could get bruises for more than a few minutes, Mal would be covered in them, he was certain of it. Clayton kicked in his sleep.
A lot.
He was cute, however, and smelled absolutely edible, but in a fuckable way rather than in a food way. The line seemed to blur where Clayton was concerned.
The shin-threatening bundle tucked against him began to stir in earnest now, and Mal hugged him close. He knew how this was going to go. Clayton was going to wake up, be surprised he wasn’t alone, and then try to claw Mal’s face off with every ounce of energy inside him.
Mal strengthened his influence around their bedroom so Clayton’s chaos magic wouldn’t attempt to clobber him when Clayton freaked out, much like it had when they’d met and Clayton had dropped a ceiling on top of him.
When Mal wrapped himself tightly against Clayton’s body, the smaller man stilled, and Mal braced himself for whatever was about to happen.
Bring it on, baby,Mal thought.
It was better to get their growing pains out of the way now rather than later. Mal wasn’t going anywhere, and Clayton needed to get used to that as soon as possible.
As Mal prepared for the redhead apocalypse, he failed to notice that Clayton had begun to rub his ass against Mal ever so subtly.
When Mal finally realized that he wasn’t about to be assaulted, Clayton was all but bouncing on his dick.
“If you don’t stop strangling me and start touching me, I’m going to kick you off my boat, asshole,” Clayton hissed irritably.
That option was infinitely better than being attacked, so Mal complied instantly, saying, “Yes, sir,” before flipping Clayton over onto his back.
Mal allowed himself to open up to Clayton’s essence so he could read him. What did his mercurial little fireball want today? He couldn’t hear Clayton’s thoughts, per se, but he could sense desires, fears, needs, wants… It was all a jumble, but everything inside Clayton agreed that he wanted to be better acquainted with Mal’s mouth.
Done and done.
Ma had undressed Clayton down to his green silk boxers the night before so he’d be comfortable, so it was easy to get access to his cock now.
Yesterday had been all about humiliation and denial for Clayton. Now he wanted to get off, and Mal was going to make it so good for him.
“You’re going to love this,” he purred as he freed Clayton from his boxers. He planted a hard kiss on Clayton’s mouth before moving downward.
“What are you doing?” Clayton followed his journey with his eyes, his expression half curious and half nervous.
Mal stroked Clayton’s cock, and while it perked up a little, it didn’t grow hard. Mal had a feeling he could rub it like this all day long and nothing would happen beyond chafed skin and a sore wrist. Since that had never been his plan, he didn’t have to worry.
He made eye contact with Clayton and opened his mouth in a tooth-baring grin, showing off every single one of his fangs. He’d made them extra sharp and shiny just now, all for Clayton.
