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The last scent discombobulated him, and had his own body automatically trying to react. Why would they—? No, it made no sense at all. But they were standing in the sacrificial circle, did they mean to—?
No. He inwardly shook his head, and forced himself to concentrate on why he was here. Desmond’s contract was going to end soon, and even though Malachi wouldn’t exactly call them …friends, Desmond was still Malachi’s only source of sentient interaction he had outside of himself. And Malachi desperately didn’t want to be alone.
There was also the fact that he was afraid Desmond’s soul wouldn’t be enough of a tether to keep him in the mortal realm. A tether via his contract was what had kept him here all this while, after all; he figured it was better to be safe than sorry.
“You haven’t brought a sacrifice.”
“I-I have.” For a moment, the human’s confidence faltered.
Their delicate hands played with the edges of their robe, then they abruptly tugged on the belt, loosening it, and let the robe fall.
And for the first time in his life, Malachi knew what it felt to properly feel desire; a pure carnal lust that snuck up on him like sentries in the night, stealing his breath and stiffening his dick.
Large, pretty drooping breasts with wide, dark areolas; big, curvy hips; a soft, rounded belly; and thick, luscious thighs with a thatch of curly dark hair at the apex. Lighter shades of brown slashed across their lower belly, under their arms, and across their thick hips like patches of lightning.
The longer Malachi stared, the more a trace of shame and anxiety bled into the human’s scent.
Despite this, they still tilted their chin up high.
“I offer you my body,” they said, their voice firm and sure.
Malachi didn’t letanyemotions show on his face. “And what am I supposed to do with your body?” he forced himself to ask, his voice coming out rough despite himself.
The human’s shoulder jerked, too stiffly to come off confident as they probably wanted. “Anything you want.” They swallowed visibly. “Just not … nothing that would hurt.”
Malachi paused, then took a step forward.The human’s throat bobbed with another swallow, but they didn’t flinch away.
For as long as the contract wasn’t finalised, Malachi couldn’t leave the perimeters of his circle. But since they were meant to be a sacrifice, he could reach into their circle and touch them.
Should their skin have been burning to the touch, he wondered, using the knuckle of his index finger to tilt their face up even more, baring the vulnerable arch of their throat. As they stared up at him, with those big, doe eyes, for a moment, Malachi was seized with desperate temptation.
He thought of getting rid of his robes, and then getting rid of theirs—of pressing their bodies together, simply to feel the heat and solidity of another being for just one moment. His skin felt overly sensitised in the moment, almost fevered with it. His hand wanted to move, to wrap around their throat and squeeze lightly, just to see their reaction. He could hear their heartbeat, see the furious thump of it as a pulse fluttered madly at the base of their throat, and was filled with the strange urge to kiss it.
He looked back into those warm, gorgeous dark brown eyes until it looked like they were going to burst into tears. The scent of their arousal faded away quickly, replaced with the stench of fear and apprehension.
Malachi recoiled, dropping his hand, feeling like he’d been doused with a bucket of water. He turned away from them—held his breath when he realised he was breathing a bit too quickly.
“No.” He took a deep, controlled breath.
“N-No?” Their voice sounded thick. He didn’t know if they were disappointed or relieved.Oddly, it smelled like it was both.
“No.” He remained turned away, wings flaring slightly and tail swishing, waiting until he heard the quiet shuffle of them putting their robe back on, before he turned around once more.
“I’m not sacrificing an animal,” they said, their throat bobbing, their arms hugged almost defensively over their chest. “And I’m not selling my soul.”
“Then what am I doing here?” Malachi snarled, eyes narrowed. He braced himself, preparing to disappear and wait until another human’s call reached him through the Veil.
But how long could he wait? How long did Desmond have?
“No, wait, please.” For the first time, the human looked truly desperate. “Is there anything else I can give you? Anything.Please.”
Malachi hesitated. It was those damning eyes. So pretty, with their long lashes. Or maybe it was their lips, so plump and pale. He wondered if they’d feel as soft and plush as they looked.
Or maybe it was the fact that Malachi was just as desperate for this contract as the human seemed to be.
Malachi should leave. He should say no. This attraction felt … dangerous. Never in the eighteen months he’d spent in the mortal realm had he felt an attraction this visceral. He needed to cut his losses and leave now, find someone else. He had nothing to lose.
But as he stared into those pretty eyes, for some reason, it felt like he could see some of his own aching loneliness mirrored right back at him.
