“You don’t know who he is, and you don’t know what the message means?”
“No.”
Just great. Now Malik had three men after him and Indy was smack-dab in the middle of the insanity.
Chapter Six
Malik watched as Indy stirred in his sleep. They’d come back to his house that night, and his mate had agreed to stay. A soft exhale against the pillow pulled Malik from his half-doze. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silver across Indy’s bare shoulder where the sheet had slipped down. His mate’s breathing changed, the even rhythm of sleep breaking into something lighter.
Indy’s eyes opened slowly, hazel in the dim light. For a moment he seemed disoriented, then his gaze found Malik and something warm settled into his expression.
“Have you been watching me sleep?” Indy’s voice came out rough with sleep, teasing but soft around the edges.
“Maybe.” Malik shifted closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. The movement brought their bodies into contact, skin against skin where they hadn’t been touching before.
Indy’s breath caught. Just slightly, but Malik heard it. Felt the way his mate’s body responded to the contact, muscles tensing then relaxing. The air between them changed, thickened with something that had been building since meeting.
Reaching out, Malik traced his fingers along Indy’s jaw, feeling the slight roughness of beard. His mate leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a heartbeat before opening again. The trust in that small gesture made something in Malik’s chest tighten.
“Hi,” Indy whispered.
“Hi.” Malik’s thumb brushed across his mate’s lower lip.
Indy’s mouth parted slightly, and Malik felt the warm exhale against his skin. The simple sensation sent heat through him, his body responding to his mate’s proximity. Every instinct demanded he claim what was his.
Lowering his head, Malik pressed his mouth to Indy’s. The kiss started gentle, just the press of lips, tasting the warmth of his mate’s mouth. Indy made a soft sound and opened for him, tongue sliding against Malik’s, heat shooting straight to his cock.
Rolling them, Malik settled his weight over Indy, careful not to crush him. His mate was smaller, lean muscle and smooth skin that felt impossibly soft under Malik’s hands. The contrast made his blood run hotter, made him want to map every inch with his mouth and fingers.
Breaking the kiss, Malik moved to Indy’s jaw, then lower, finding the spot where shoulder met throat. His mate’s pulse fluttered against his lips, quick and alive. The scent of him was stronger here, honey and vanilla mixed with arousal, and Malik breathed it in, letting it fill his lungs.
“Malik.” Indy’s voice had gone breathless, his hands finding Malik’s shoulders, fingers digging in.
Moving lower still, Malik traced his tongue along Indy’s collarbone, tasted salt and skin. His mate arched under him, hips lifting, and Malik felt the hard length of Indy’s erection press against his thigh. The contact made them both groan, the sound filling the quiet room.
Hands moved down Malik’s back, exploring the planes of muscle, learning the shape of him. Each touch left trails of heat, made Malik’s cock throb where it pressed against the mattress. His mate was responsive and vocal, little gasps and moans escaping as Malik found sensitive spots with his mouth.
Sliding down further, he pressed kisses to Indy’s ribs, his stomach, the sharp jut of his hipbone. His mate’s breathing had gone ragged, hands tangling in Malik’s hair. The slight pull made him growl low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Indy’s skin.
“Please,” his mate breathed, hips lifting again, seeking friction.
Looking up, Malik met blue-violet eyes. Indy’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted and swollen from kissing. The sight made his control slip another notch. This beautiful creature was his. Indy wanted him, trusted him enough to be vulnerable like this.
Wrapping his hand around Indy’s cock, Malik stroked once, slowly. His mate’s back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping. The sound went straight to Malik’s dick and made him leak against the sheets. Lowering his head, he took Indy’s shaft into his mouth.
The taste exploded across his tongue, salt and musk and something uniquely Indy. His mate’s fingers tightened in his hair, not pulling, just holding on as Malik worked him with lips and tongue. Learning what made Indy gasp, what made his thighs tremble.
“Malik, god, your mouth—” His mate’s words dissolved into another moan as Malik took him deeper, hollowing his cheeks.
Working his mate with a steady rhythm, Malik reached for the nightstand drawer. His fingers found the bottle of lube without looking. The sound of the cap clicking open was loud in the room.
Pulling off Indy’s cock with a wet pop, Malik glanced up at his mate. Indy was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. Slicking his fingers, Malik traced them along the crease of Indy’s ass, finding his entrance.
The first finger slid in easily, Indy’s body opening for him. His mate moaned, spreading his legs wider, giving Malik better access. Adding a second finger, Malik worked him open slowly, watching Indy’s face for every reaction.
“More,” Indy gasped, pushing back against Malik’s hand. “I need more.”
Adding a third finger, Malik crooked them, searching. When he found Indy’s prostate, his mate’s whole body jerked, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
