Page 34 of A Siren Song for Christmas

“You wanted to date.” But Malachi could feel his will waning. “You weren’t looking for purely sexual interactions.”

“No. I wasn’t.” Trent leaned towards him. “But I’ll take it.”

Malachi inhaled. He could scent the sugar, spices, and smoke on the human’s skin. He felt the urge to lick his skin and taste him.

“I want you,” Trent whispered. “When I lie in bed, I think of you whilst I touch myself.”

Malachi’s heart thumped against his ribs. “You pleasure yourself to thoughts of me?”

“Every night. Sometimes several times a night. And sometimes in the morning too.”

A groan escaped Malachi’s lips at the thought. He didn’t need to hear anything else. He surged forward and captured Trent’s lips in a kiss.

Chapter

Eighteen

My first proper kiss.

Trent held still, body tense, practically vibrating with a mixture of shock and suppressed need as their lips pressed together. Malachi’s hands cupped his cheeks. Trent’s hands spasmed in the air, as he was uncertain what to do. He squeezed his eyes shut.

After several moments, Malachi’s lips parted. Still, Trent held still, muscles tight, worried he might make a mess of this and it would all disappear into nothingness if he moved an inch.

Malachi stroked webbed fingers against Trent’s cheek. “Relax,” Malachi whispered against his lips. “Relax for me, my sweet. Open to me.”

Trent did. He opened his mouth, letting Malachi guide him.

“Good boy,” Malachi murmured.

Trent shivered.

Malachi’s lips moved against his own, softly and completely unhurried. Then one hand slid down the front of Trent’s throat. Trent gasped into the kiss.

Then Malachi continued to glide his hand around and down to Trent’s lower back. He pressed against Trent, holding himin place and supporting him. Which was good because Trent worried he might float away.

Hesitant at first, Trent moved his lips against Malachi’s, learning the taste and feel of his lips. Then Malachi slid his tongue into Trent’s mouth.

Their tongues touched, and Trent moaned. He wrapped his arms around Malachi’s shoulders, clutching at him with all the desperation and need that bubbled up inside him.

Then he felt it. Pressure against his back. Against his shoulders. His waist. They slid around him, embracing him and holding him. Malachi’s tentacles.

Trent shuddered and groaned. His cock filled to complete hardness.

He wanted to pull back and look at the tentacles. He wanted to touch and stroke them. But he didn’t want to open his eyes or pull away from this magical kiss.

He could not comprehend how he was here and this was really happening. Sure, he’d wanted it. He’d hoped and dreamed and fantasised about it happening. But he’d not actually believed it would happen to him!

And okay, so maybe Trent had hoped for more than something physical. He’d hoped there might be a path to a relationship where they could one day become partners, marry, or get a happily ever after.

But that wasn’t on the table.

Trent couldn’t lie. He was disappointed.

Still, he’d take this. He’d take everything Malachi would give him, whether that was a night or more. He would enjoy and savour every single moment, kiss, and touch.

The tentacles pressed against him. They wrapped around and squeezed him. Panting, Malachi pulled back. He peppered kisses along Trent’s jaw and throat. Trent tilted his head back,giving the siren more access. Malachi nipped at Trent’s skin with sharp teeth.

Trent’s body arched.