Page 19 of Lovesick Gods (Lovesick #1)

Before Mal could answer, a moan tore from his lips as the hand on him sparked with a tingle of that alluring electricity. It should have hurt. Why didn’t it hurt ?

“Yeah…you like that. I can do so much more. I’ll show you.” Danny pulled his hand away, took the lube and condom and set them on the other side of the bed, like a peace offering that they weren’t jumping to the end just yet, and nudged Mal again to roll over.

Mal was too morbidly curious not to obey.

As he rolled to his side, he felt Danny shuffle out of his jeans.

He knew Danny had also ditched his underwear when he felt the slick, hot slide of him against the back of his thighs.

Danny spooned in behind him, draped his arm around his waist, and glided his hand up Mal’s chest to his lips.

He brushed his thumb over Mal’s mouth, then teased with the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, gentle but insistent, like he didn’t fear for a second that Mal would refuse him.

That kind of confidence from Danny did things to Mal he couldn’t put a name to.

Opening his mouth, he let Danny slide in his fingers, and brushed his tongue along the slender digits.

Mal felt Danny twitch between his legs, eager to find a harbor, but he didn’t push for it.

Instead, he had Mal suck on his fingers first, and as soon as Danny pulled them free, they sparked in front of his eyes, glittering with his lightning.

“Want to explore some uncharted territory with me, Cho? See what you like?” He touched the sparking fingers to Mal’s lips, which was strange and wonderful, before moving down his chin and neck and chest.

The fingers teased around Mal’s nipple, making him shiver and gasp.

Then around the other. Then slower down his stomach.

Mal was so wet, so hard, imagining where else those fingers might go.

The not knowing—though he had an idea—was oddly freeing with someone like Danny, who had goodness stamped into his bones.

He was playing a dangerous game like an old pro and had Mal panting in mere minutes.

Trailing low down Mal’s thigh, then inward and up again to right beneath his entrance, Danny touching that sensitive patch of skin made Mal quiver. But he didn’t deliver on his tease yet. He drew his fingers up along Mal’s shaft and twirled through the notable wetness leaking from his tip.

“Sure seems like you like it,” Danny whispered, shifting the touch of his fingers into a full hold. Mal bucked into him, fighting the desire to end this quickly. “Now that wouldn’t be any fun,” Danny said as he pulled away. “I have a better idea. On your back again.”

Mal didn’t even pause before complying. He was almost shaking, he was so keyed up. “Don’t think you’ll always be able to order me around like this.”

“We’ll see.”

Unable to keep from grinning, Mal liked that Danny never hesitated to challenge him.

Situating himself between Mal’s legs again, Danny hunkered low and reached for the lube.

He coated his fingers, making them slicker than the wetness from Mal’s mouth.

The expression the kid wore was pure mischief, almost daunting, almost menacing .

It reminded Mal of their fights, which carried their own sort of pleasure.

Now Mal understood. This wasn’t Danny Grant.

Danny Grant wasn’t such a confident powerhouse, even as a detective.

No, that was reserved for when he wore the suit.

This was Zeus, thrumming and in control as he brought his fingers to Mal’s entrance and, in perfect time with the slow twist of the first one pressing inside, parted his lips to take Mal into his mouth.

Mal moaned. Trying to bite it back, choke it down, he couldn’t not be vocal.

It was so much worse, so much better , when that finger started to spark again.

Curses fell from Mal’s lips to beat out the needy whimpers building in the back of his throat.

Clutching at the comforter beneath him, having Danny around him and inside him at the same time was too much, his powers making Mal feel like no one else could.

Danny was right. Mal would never be with anyone who could match him.

“What about you, Ice Man?” Danny said. “Don’t you ever lose your cool?”

A second finger pressed in, already sparking, and pushed past the knuckle slowly. Danny coiled his fingers deep inside of Mal in time with the bob of his head. Mal’s moaning turned positively filthy, but there was no discharge of ice like Danny wanted. Mal’s control was solid; it had to be.

“Only if…you earn it,” he rasped rather than explain that it would never, ever happen.

“Oh, I’ll earn it. I like your voice rough like that. It’s sexy.” Danny slid his fingers away and crawled back over to his original position. Mal dutifully rolled onto his side, and Danny chuckled as he grabbed the supplies. “Next time, Cho, you can be in charge. But this time you’re mine .”

Next time Mal was going to show this kid a thing or two about making someone moan.

But he wasn’t complaining. The searing hot press of Danny wrecked him, arm snaking around his chest, dropping to his hip to steady him as he pushed inside.

Mal tried to hold back his moans, but everything Danny did pulled such easy, needy noises from him.

He wanted to push back against Danny, even if the stretch was tight.

It had been a while, so Mal appreciated the time to adjust, but it was almost worse that Danny was moving so slow .

He was shaking by the time Danny sheathed himself fully, and then Danny just stayed there, not moving, and kissed the back of Mal’s neck.

“ Damn it, Sparky…”

“See. So slow,” Danny said, finally pulling back for another stroke, but even that was sweet agony in its rhythm. And then—

“ Danny .” Mal’s mind blanked out as Danny sparked inside of him as he moved. He thought that if Danny would only touch him, even a single stroke would be the end. But Danny didn’t. He kept his hand at Mal’s hip.

“I like my name on your lips, Cho…like the way you say it. Like that you know it . You. Just you. You’re the only one who’s ever had me like this.”

A swell of possessive pride filled Mal’s chest. Damn right, he was the only one, the only person Danny could ever reveal his powers to while intimately connected.

Danny was his. He wanted to roleplay hero and villain, wanted to feel powerful?

Mal liked that game on the streets of Olympus; he had no qualms about playing it in the bedroom.

It meant that Mal was the only one who got to see the real Danny Grant, where the cowl and what lay beneath it blurred, and it gave Mal more control than even Danny realized.

And it felt so good—the slow pace, the sparking, the heat of the kid. Heat, in the right situations, could feel amazing, Mal knew, but he’d never imagined it like this.

“I’m not speeding up until you beg me to,” Danny huffed. “How long can you last?”

“How long can you last,” Mal countered.

Danny bit the back of Mal’s neck where he’d kissed him. “That’s what’s so fun about you, Cho. You always gotta push back.”

He called Mal’s bluff because apparently, he could last indefinitely. Several pitiful whimpers made it past Mal’s lips.

“Got something to say, Ice Man?”

He was such a little shit. Mal couldn’t deny that it turned him on more. “Stop messing around, Sparky. Come on .”

“Come on, what?”

“ Faster .”

“Ask nicely.”

Fuck this kid. Mal was going to ice him just to spite him after this. He needed to be touched. Needed Danny to go faster. “ Please .”

Danny hummed and whispered, “My pleasure.”

Another moan ripped from Mal’s lips as Danny’s pace quickened—deep and sharp and right where he needed it. Mal lost his breath as he felt Danny crackle with power. It should have been too much, but it left every inch of Mal vibrating.

If Danny wasn’t going to touch him, then Mal had to touch himself. He reached between his legs—

“Not yet.” Danny snatched his wrist up and held it prisoner against his stomach.

“ Danny .”

Danny’s hand was still, but his hips continued to move and spark. Mal moaned again at the sharp thrusts hitting him just right. He was close to coming without being touched, but he didn’t want that. He needed a hand on him—his own, Danny’s, he didn’t care which.

“No,” Danny said as if reading his thoughts. “ Louder .”

Mal was losing his mind. He should hate this. He had never, ever allowed something like this with anyone else. But this was Danny Grant, Zeus himself, and it felt so, so good.

So Mal gave in. Let himself be loud. Let the moans leave him unhindered.

Leaning his head back against Danny’s shoulder, he pressed his hips back harder too.

“ Please ,” he begged, playing the game, because even if in Danny’s mind he won this round, Mal still won too.

He had Zeus here, after all, in his bed—all his.

Releasing Mal’s wrist, Danny reached down to take him in hand.

The sparks moving through the rest of his body returned to his fingers as they passed into the silky smooth wetness.

The firm, tingling grip, after being so long denied, so heightened, meant it only took three good strokes before Mal held his breath and finally, finally finished.

He sagged into the bed even as Danny kept on, giving several good thrusts more before he tumbled over the edge with Mal.

An all over shudder pulsed through Danny’s body like an electric shock.

Mal couldn’t describe it—any of it. Couldn’t liken any sensation in his entire life to what Danny had just done to him.

He’d never been with another Elemental. All he knew was that someday soon he’d want to feel it again.