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Danny licked his fingers, pretending as if he didn’t notice Malachi staring, lips parted. At any moment, Danny expected to see him drooling.

All part of my devious plan. As horny as he was all the time. he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to fuck Mal. As in, fuck him for days. He figured it had to be whatever healing spell Zeke had done. Maybe a super holy vitamin or something.

“Whoa, this chicken. Soooo juicy.”

Danny sucked in another finger. “I love eating meat. I love it so much, I could do it all the time.”

Malachi licked his lips. “Uh…”

He licked them again. “Didn’t you have some questions for me?”

Danny dropped the ravaged drumstick on the platter with a sigh. “I think I’m losing my touch.”

Malachi rubbed the back of his neck.“That’s not it at all. Trust me, I want you quite badly right now. But I can’t in good conscience make love to you when you aren’t aware of what could happen.”

“Aww, you said make love. That’s too sweet.”

He could spend all day trying to remember whether anyone had ever said that to him before jumping his bones, but doubted if he’d ever get an answer. “So what exactly could happen?”

Danny leaned forward, searching Malachi’s face for hints whether it was something good or bad. “You keep hinting at something big, and I’m starting to think you’re worried I’ll run screaming into the night.”

Malachi set down his own piece of chicken, untouched. “You might.”

“Try me.”

Danny reached across the small table they'd set up by the window, covering Malachi’s hand with his own. The familiar jolt of electricity, but it had morphed into something deeper, hotter, as if Mal’s presence was turning him into a space heater. “I’ve already accepted that I’m half-angel, you’re a gargoyle warrior, and shadow demons tried to sacrifice me for a ritual.”

He snorted. “What could possibly be worse than that?”

“Not worse.”

Malachi shifted awkwardly in his chair, his eyes darting away before meeting Danny’s gaze again. “It’s related to the Nephilim physiology. There are differences from regular humans that you should understand.”

“Differences like what? Do I grow wings? Shoot holy light from my fingertips?”

Danny waggled his fingers dramatically. “Please tell me I get some cool powers out of this deal.”

“Not exactly.”

Malachi’s voice dropped to that serious tone that made Danny’s stomach flutter. “To begin with, all Nephilim pregnancies are much shorter compared to humans. In addition, male Nephilim…”

He rubbed his forehead. “They can also get pregnant.”

Danny blinked. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry, but did you just say dudes can get pregnant? As in, me, myself, and I can get knocked up?”

Malachi nodded. "Yes, Danny. Male Nephilim have the ability to carry children. It's part of your divine heritage.”

Danny fell back in his chair, his jaw going slack. “Hot damn. That’s...”

He ran both hands through his hair, his thoughts racing. But then something bloomed in his chest, a rush of joy that he hadn’t felt in such a long time.. “That's actually kind of amazing. I mean, terrifying, but amazing.”

He leaned forward again, excitement coursing through him. “Wait, so I could actually have my very own kids? Like, biological kids?”

“You could.”

Malachi’s expression softened. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so…”

“Thrilled?”

Danny grinned, then his smile faltered slightly. “Wait. There's more, isn't there? You still look like you're about to deliver bad news.”

Malachi shook his head. “No, not bad. Just different from the human experience. It’s that I want to be open about everything that’s happening or could happen to you. For our relationship to be built on honesty and trust.

"When Nephilim find their Fated Mate, they experience what’s called a heat cycle.”

Malachi’s voice was gentle but matter-of-fact. “It's a biological response that ensures the bonding between mates. Your body is preparing itself for conception.”

Danny’s jaw dropped again

. “Is that why I feel like I'm burning up from the inside out? And why I want to climb you like a tree every five seconds?”

He fanned himself dramatically. “I thought I was just turned on by your hunklicious gargoyle charm.”

“Well, it’s both,”

Malachi said with a hint of a smile. “The connection between us intensifies the heat. It’s why I’ve been trying to maintain some distance. Once we consummate our bond, there’s a high likelihood of pregnancy.”

He winced. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that.”

Danny leaned back, processing this new information. Wow. A family of his own. Something he’d always wanted but assumed was out of reach. Even if he’d adopted, he didn’t want to do it alone. No more feeling like he was missing out, that he couldn’t build his own family far, far away from his loathsome parents.

“Okay, I’m in. Let’s do this.”

Malachi stared at him, eyes widening. “Just like that?”

“Yup.”

Danny stood, the heat beneath his skin intensifying with every second. He moved around the small table, his body seeming to operate on instinct as he slid onto Malachi’s lap. “I’ve always wanted children. A family of my own.”

His voice grew softer. “People who would actually love me.”

“Danny...”

Malachi’s hands settled on his hips, strong and steady. “Are you sure? This isn’t something we can undo.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Danny pressed his forehead against Malachi’s, savoring the closeness. “My whole life, I’ve felt as if I were waiting for something. Someone. And now here you are, offering me everything I never thought I could have.”

The heat between them intensified, Danny’s skin tingling as desire pooled low in his belly. Malachi tightened his hold on Danny’s hips, the rigid length of Malachi’s cock pressing against him through their clothes.

“Your heat is getting stronger,”

Malachi murmured, his voice rough with need. “I can smell it on you, musky and intoxicating.”

Danny rolled his hips, earning a sharp intake of breath from Malachi. “Then stop being such a gentleman and do something about it.”

With a growl that was purely gargoyle, Malachi stood, lifting Danny with him as if he weighed nothing. Danny wrapped his legs around Malachi’s waist, their mouths crashing together in a desperate and hungry kiss. The sweet taste of him was unlike anything Danny had ever experienced, and he was sure his craving for Malachi’s kisses would be unending.

“Bed,”

Malachi rumbled against Danny’s lips as he carried him to the king-sized bed. He lowered him onto the plush mattress with surprising gentleness, despite the intensity burning in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Made for me.”

Malachi’s hungry gaze roamed over Danny's body. “I’ve waited centuries for you.”

Danny tugged at Malachi’s shirt, impatient to feel skin against skin. “Less talking, more naked.”

Malachi chuckled, the sound deep and rich as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a torso that looked like it had been carved from marble. Perfect ridges of muscle rippled beneath tan skin as he moved.

“Fuck, but you’re amazing. Hotness overload.”

Danny ran his fingers over Malachi’s chest. “Are all gargoyles this ripped, or did I hit the supernatural jackpot?”

“Battle-ready for millennia,”

Malachi murmured, his hands moving to the hem of Danny’s sweater. “May I?”

Danny nodded eagerly, lifting his arms as Malachi pulled the soft fabric over his head. The cool air hit his heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that ignited when Malachi’s hands traced down his chest.

“Perfect.”

Malachi used his fingertips to map every inch of Danny’s torso. “Absolutely perfect.”

Danny arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. The heat coursing through him became unbearable, every nerve ending screaming for more contact, more connection.

“Mal, come on. I need—”

“I know what you need.”

Malachi’s voice was thick with desire as he leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Danny’s collarbone. “Your body is calling to mine. Your heat demanding I quench your thirst.”

Danny whimpered as Malachi’s mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire across his chest. When that hot tongue circled his nipple, Danny bucked upward, his hands tangling in Malachi’s thick hair.

“Mal, please. I won’t survive.”

The words tumbled from Danny’s lips as Malachi continued his exploration, those strong, rough hands making quick work of Danny’s jeans and boxers until he was completely naked beneath his mate’s adoring gaze.

“I never knew what it meant to want someone so completely, an all-consuming desire, as if the world would stop if I didn’t have you.”

Malachi flattened his palms on Danny’s chest. “Never felt such a powerful need to claim, to protect, to worship.”

Danny’s cock throbbed against his stomach, already leaking. The heat inside him had concentrated between his legs, creating a strange new sensation. In his core, there was an aching emptiness that demanded to be filled, and a warm, slick wetness that he didn’t understand. Yet, even though his body felt foreign, it was as if it had finally awakened to its true purpose.

“What's happening to me?”

Danny gasped, his hips lifting involuntarily as the ache edged toward being painful.

“Your body is preparing. Creating what it needs to bond with me completely.”

Malachi’s hand moved lower, his fingertips ghosting over Danny’s hip bone. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,”

Danny responded without hesitation.

Malachi’s expression radiated something deeper than lust. What he saw was pure devotion.

“Then let me take care of you, my mate. Let me give you everything you've been longing for.”

Danny could only nod as Malachi worked to remove his own remaining clothes. When Malachi’s magnificent cock sprang free, Danny’s breath caught. The impressive length was thick and heavy, the head glistening with pre-cum. A stray thought ran through his head wondering if it would look the same when Malachi was in his gargoyle form.

He made a mental note to inquire about that later. Right now, it was time to relieve the agony of the unexpected state he was in.

“Come here, big boy.”

Danny reached out to wrap his fingers around Malachi’s cock. “Is this a gargoyle thing or just a you thing?”

Malachi gave him a mischievous grin as he lowered himself over Danny. “I haven’t done a comparison challenge, but I'm glad you approve.”

“Approve? I’m the luckiest Nephilim alive.”

He stroked Malachi slowly, reveling in the way his mate’s eyes darkened, his breaths quickening. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Malachi took his mouth in a heated kiss, as if sealing the promise of their eternal bond. After breaking free, Malachi’s mouth drifted down to Danny’s jaw, and he left a trail of soft kisses to his ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make my baby wait.”

Malachi reached between Danny’s legs, questing between his ass cheeks, brushing two fingers across Danny’s hole.

“Yes, so good,”

Danny let his eyelids fall closed, Malachi’s touch all that mattered in that moment.

“That’s it, baby. Your body knows what it needs.”

Malachi circled Danny’s entrance with gentle pressure. “The Nephilim part of you is preparing for me.”

His finger slipped inside with ease, the slickness easing the way.

Danny moaned in agreement. The intrusion felt incredible, sharper. His body welcomed Malachi's touch as if it had been designed for this purpose.

“More.”

Danny lifted his pelvis to meet Malachi’s hand. “I need more.”

Malachi chuckled. “So demanding.”

He added a second finger while his thumb traced maddening circles around the rim. “But I love giving you exactly what you crave.”

Danny arched his back off the mattress, his hands fisting in the sheets as raw pleasure coursed through him. The heat built to an almost unbearable intensity, every cell in his body crying out for completion.

“Mal, for real. I can't take much more of this.”

Danny’s voice came out as a desperate whine. “I feel like I'm going to combust.”

Malachi withdrew his fingers, earning a frustrated growl from Danny. But before he could protest further, Malachi positioned himself between Danny’s spread thighs. The thick head of his cock pressed against Danny’s hole, and they both groaned at the contact.

“Look at me.”

Malachi’s green eyes blazed with intensity. “I never want us to forget this moment. I claim you as mine, Danny. I will always cherish and protect you.”

Danny swallowed past a lump in his throat, his eyes burning as an unexpected wave of emotion washed over him. He’d never been so mushy about a guy.

He’s not just some guy. He’s my mate.

Danny locked eyes with Malachi. “I’ll never forget.”

Malachi rocked his blunt cockhead against Danny’s hole, stretching him wide, filling him in one long, slow thrust until he was seated in Danny’s ass.

“Breathe, baby.”

Malachi cradled the back of Danny’s head with one of his large hands while bracing himself on the mattress with the other. Danny let out a shuddering breath, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely filled. The stretch burned, but in the most exquisite way, as if every nerve ending had been rewired for pleasure. The heat that had been building inside him seemed to pulse and flow, meeting Malachi where they were joined.

“Holy fuck.”

Danny scraped his teeth along his bottom lip, his hands finding purchase on Malachi's broad shoulders. “It's like you were made for me.”

“That’s because I was. Just as you were made for me.”

He brushed a tender kiss across Danny’s forehead, then began rocking into him with slow, measured thrusts. Danny’s entire world narrowed to the sensation of Malachi moving within him, each plunge sending waves of pleasure radiating through his body. The heat that had been consuming him transformed, no longer an uncomfortable burn but a golden warmth that seemed to connect every part of him to his mate.

“So perfect,”

Malachi murmured against Danny's neck, his pace gradually increasing. “Feel how your body welcomes me, how we fit together.”

Danny could only whimper in response as he wrapped his legs around Malachi’s waist to pull him deeper. The strange new sensations in his core intensified with each movement, as if his body was reshaping itself to accommodate their bond. It should’ve been frightening, but instead, it felt like coming home.

Danny gasped as Malachi slammed into him over and over. He dug his fingers into Malachi's shoulders, meeting each powerful thrust, neither of them holding back. The friction built between them, Danny's slick heat making every movement slide perfectly. Malachi’s breathing grew ragged, and he pressed his sweaty forehead against Danny’s shoulder.

Malachi snapped his hips forward at a frenzied pace. “Your heat is driving me wild.”

Danny's response was a broken moan as pleasure coiled tighter in his core. The connection between them seemed to pulse and glow, an invisible thread binding their souls together with each thrust. His cock leaked steadily against his stomach, untouched but aching with need.

Malachi slipped one hand between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Danny’s cock. “Let go for me, baby. Let me see you come apart.”

Malachi’s words sent Danny spiraling. His back arched off the mattress as his orgasm crashed over him, his release coating both their stomachs as he cried out Malachi’s name. With a low growl that was purely gargoyle, he captured Danny's mouth in a searing kiss. Malachi froze, pulsing cum into him over and over, while fucking Danny’s mouth with his tongue.

A strange sensation filled Danny’s ass, as if Malachi’s cock was growing bigger rather than softening.

“M-Mal, you okay? Your dick…”

“It’s my knot, baby. Keeping my seed inside you.”

He nuzzled Danny’s temple. “We’ll be joined like this for several minutes.”

“Wow.”

Danny pondered this new bit of information. Interesting.

They remained clinging to each other in the aftermath of their frenzied coupling, still catching their breath, covered in sweat and cum. He was completely sated.

What the fuck just happened?

Sure, he grasped the obvious of what they’d done, but there was so much more. After being with Malachi, he had to wonder what the hell he’d been thinking all these years, giving himself to strange men who meant nothing to him, and even worse, could never measure up to Malachi in a million years.

In more ways than one.

Malachi peppered the side of Danny’s neck with soft kisses. “How’s my sweet baby?”

Danny smiled. He could get used to this mushy stuff, too. It had never been a turn-on before, but from Malachi? Mega hot.

“In awe of my amazing mate. Oof.”

He angled his head so he could meet Malachi’s eyes. “You’ve got skills.”

“I’ve got you.”

Malachi smiled. “That’s all that matters.”

And just like that, Danny lost the battle to keep his emotions in check. Clearly, he was embarking on a journey of new and unexpected revelations about himself and his world.

He’d never been so happy.