Chapter 45
Chapter
Forty-Five
Trent bounced on his feet, body vibrating. Malachi lit the fire, but he kept glancing at Trent, his gaze lingering as if he didn’t want to look away for a single second.
Malachi loves me! He loves me, and I’m his mate!
Trent wanted to squeal and dance and jump around. He felt like he was about to explode out of his skin. Trent was Malachi’s mate. Which meant Malachi was his! He couldn’t stand still. He was the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life.
Malachi rose and approached him. Trent stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Malachi’s waist. He buried his face into Malachi’s chest, inhaling the siren. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe you love me!”
Malachi pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I do. So much. I’m sorry for hurting you.”
But Trent had heard enough apologies. He lifted his head. “I need you to fuck me. Show me you love me. Please.”
Pale-blue eyes darkened. “With pleasure.”
Moving back slightly, Trent began to tug desperately at their clothes, needing to get them both naked.
But Malachi seemed to have other ideas. “Shh.” He took Trent’s hands in his and kissed both. “No need to rush. I want to savour this. I want to savour you. We have all night, my love.”
My love. Trent stilled and closed his eyes at the endearment.
Malachi removed Trent’s coat and tunic. He pressed soft, warm kisses against Trent’s bare skin, stomach, ribs, and collarbone. Trent gasped as a tentacle slid down his spine.
“I love you,” Malachi whispered against his throat. “I love every inch of you.” He fell to his knees, gazing up at Trent. He pressed a kiss to Trent’s belly button.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” Malachi stroked a hand over his hip. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“I couldn’t. My siblings told me I needed to move on. And I knew I should try.” Trent gave a rueful smile. “But I just couldn’t stop loving you.”
Malachi slid a hand up Trent’s stomach. “Beautiful, wonderful, sweet boy. I don’t deserve you.”
Trent opened his mouth to protest.
But Malachi shook his head. “I will, however, dedicate myself to becoming worthy of you.”
Warmth suffused Trent’s chest. Malachi undid and removed Trent’s boots and socks. He kissed Trent’s slender ankle before placing the foot on the floor. Then he undid Trent’s trousers, tugging them and his drawers down.
“Stunning,” Malachi whispered.
Trent’s chest rose and fell quickly as he stared down at Malachi.
Malachi rose to his feet and undressed himself, revealing his body to Trent’s hungry gaze. Then Malachi tugged their naked bodies together. Groaning, Malachi caught Trent’s mouth in a gentle kiss.
“I love you,” Malachi breathed against Trent’s lips before once again devouring his mouth.
Trent trembled. Slowly, Malachi led them towards the bed, only breaking the kiss when he lowered Trent onto the sheets.
He gazed up at Malachi. One tentacle slid from Trent’s foot; along his calf, knee, thigh, hip, torso; up his neck; and against his cheek. Trent reached up and held the tentacle. He pressed a kiss to the tip.
Smiling, Malachi knelt between Trent’s spread thighs. He gripped them and pushed them further apart. Then a tentacle, a very slippery tentacle, slid up Trent’s inner thigh. Trent squirmed. When had it gotten the lubrication?
But the thought fled his mind as the slippery tip teased his balls. Trent lifted his hips, giving the tentacle better access. Malachi’s hands on Trent’s thighs tightened as his tentacle probed Trent’s hole, teasing the tight ring.
Trent bit his lip and clenched against the tip.
It slid in. Trent groaned, and his cock throbbed. The tentacle slid in and out, in and out, each time wiggling deeper inside him.
Trent’s hand tightened on the tentacle that he still held. He cried out as the other tentacle slid further inside his hole, stretching him wider. He writhed on Malachi’s tentacle.
Four of Malachi’s tentacles wrapped around Trent’s wrists and ankles, holding him firmly down.
Trent keened as he tugged against the restraints, which pulsed and squeezed him. And all the while, the other tentacle kept fucking deeper and deeper into his body. He shuddered. “Malachi!”
“You like that, don’t you?” Malachi asked, voice husky. “You like me restraining you so I can do whatever I want with you.”
Trent’s mouth fell open. He nodded.
Malachi leaned forward, gaze studying Trent’s face. “You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. You belong to me.” His tentacle fucked Trent so deep. It squirmed. It hit that spot inside him.
“Yes. I’m yours!” Trent cried out.
The tentacle rubbed insistently at his prostate. Trent whimpered.
Malachi pressed a gentle kiss to Trent’s cheek. “And I’m yours. Body, heart, and soul.”
Trent’s breath caught. The tentacle in his hole slid free.
Then Malachi leaned back. Another tentacle wrapped around Malachi’s hard dick, slathering it with lubricant.
Trent sagged. His gaze fixed on Malachi’s glistening dick.
“Please. I need it. I need you. Please fuck me. Please love me,” Trent babbled.
Malachi moved in between Trent’s spread legs, guiding his cock to Trent’s eager hole.
Trent held his breath, whole body tingling with anticipation as the head of Malachi’s length kissed his tense entrance.
“I love you, Trent.” Then Malachi pushed forward.
Trent’s head flung back, and he moaned, long and loud, as Malachi’s cock filled him right to the hilt. Malachi’s cock slid back, leaving Trent’s body until just the head remained inside him. He thrust.
Trent cried out.
Malachi growled. “I will take your body.” Thrust. “I will claim you.” Thrust. “And I will show you just how much I love you.” He thrust again.
Malachi lowered his head and kissed Trent. His tongue plundered Trent’s mouth as his cock plundered Trent’s body.
Malachi’s stomach rubbed against Trent’s trapped cock. Broken sounds of pleasure were lost in frantic kisses as they fucked. All the while, tentacles squeezed Trent, holding him down against the bed.
Malachi pounded into Trent, deep and hard. Pre-cum spilled from Trent’s cock trapped between them.
He could feel the pleasure tingling in his gut and balls. He broke the kiss, panting for air.
“I love you,” Malachi said, voice hoarse, as he clutched Trent’s hips whilst he kept shoving his cock into him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Trent’s voice shook as his orgasm built inside him. “Oh! Malachi. I can’t… You— Ah!” His vision blurred. His body spasmed. His dick jerked as he came between them.
Malachi kept pistoning his hips, shoving into Trent with jerky thrusts. Then he shouted, hips stuttering, and he flooded Trent’s hole with pulse after pulse of his warm cum.
Malachi shuddered. He groaned and sagged against Trent.
Trent pressed a kiss to Malachi’s throat. The tentacles and hands released their grip around Trent’s wrists and ankles.
“I love you, Trent,” Malachi said. “I will never get tired of saying that.”
Trent wrapped his arms and legs around Malachi. “And I will never get tired of hearing it.”