Page 18 of The Devil on my Chest

“Do you know how special you are to me? Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

Keeping his lips pressed closed, Mal just shook his head slightly.

“I have dreamed of you, I have wanted you, and I have cursed myself every day for decades, never understanding what it was that held me back.”

“I think we’ve already isolated a couple of those things – the curse and our memories for example,” Mal said.

He was always the logical one, and Rocky loved that about him, but he was aiming for romance…okay, giving his best attempt at being romantic. “When I think of heaven, I think of you,” he said.

“Did you go scrolling for romantic quotes on your phone this morning?” Mal tilted his head slightly, rubbing against one of Rocky’s hands.

Busted.“No. Yes. Maybe. Just a little bit. You were in the toilet a long time this morning.”

“Yes, well, my toilet habits are my business, and always will be. I had an awful lot of chicken wings to digest.” Mal laughed. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”

Rocky jolted at the question. He didn’t think Mal would ever ask. But he was quickly on board. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do,” he said. And then, because Mal was the logical one and he also took everything seriously, Rocky reckoned he’d better add some action to his words. Bending his head, he let out a sigh as Mal’s lips tilted up to meet his.

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There was a brief moment when Mal thought he would probably overanalyze everything. Kissing was new to him, so he would need to think about it, process the sensations and the actions involved. But as Rocky’s lips met his, Mal just had time to register the warmth and the pressure behind those lips, the scrape of Rocky’s facial hair against his cheeks, the hard clasp of Rocky’s hands behind his back, holding him close, treating him as though he was something special.

Mal’s brain just stopped. There was nothing to think about, nothing to analyze. Mal was swept up in a gorgeous overload of feelings. The intense need to get closer to a person, just inhaling Rocky’s breath, while struggling to work out how he could breathe when Rocky’s mouth was pressed so firmly over his own.I have a nose, breathe through that.

Rocky made it seem so easy. After that initial meeting of lips he broke off, kissing against the edges of Mal’s mouth, kissing over his nose, kissing across his cheeks, tiny little pecks before diving back in to take Mal’s lips again. Mal had never felt so cherished or wanted.

It was a heady feeling, especially as the scent of Rocky’s arousal increased. Mal recognized the scent. He’d gotten used to it overthe years. He never took it personally – Mal just accepted it was part of an alpha’s wolf’s nature. He’d never believed Rocky smelled that way because of him.

But it was more than the familiar scent. Now Rocky was free from the curse, the smell seemed deeper, more layered. The different scent tones were playing havoc with Mal’s senses and his wolf. For the first time in his life, Mal wanted to do things he’d only ever read about. That whole swept up in a passionate embrace, the pressing of bodies together in a tangle of limbs and kisses, just wanting to be lost in another person. It was as glorious as Mal had imagined.

Without thinking, Mal tugged Rocky’s shirt out from underneath of his waistband and slid his hands up Rocky’s back just enjoying the sheer pleasure, knowing he was able to do that now. Mal had always wanted to, had often thought of it, but he never believed he could. Now he could, so he did.

Rocky groaned. He clearly approved. “Mal, please tell me we can get rid of some clothes.”

Rocky’s voice had gone a full octave deeper - his tone sent a shiver of lust in Mal’s spine. He’d never understood it. He’d never understood the difference between having a hard cock - because that’s what he woke up with although it was usually gone by the time he’d taken his first pee of the day - and actually being aroused because of a living person. It was heady, overwhelming, and all Mal could do was nod.

Rocky took a step back and peeled off his clothes in double quick time. Mal took a few extra moments. He was still shy, but it’s not as though Rocky hadn’t seen him naked a hundred times before, usually when they were shifting.

But he was jolted from his arousal fog when he pulled down his pants, and quick as a flash, a naked Rocky went behind him and licked his ass.

“Rocky!” Mal spun away barely stopping himself from falling as he kicked off his pants. “What are you doing? Why do you always do that to me?”

Rocky looked up and grinned. “If I lick it, then it’s mine. You always used to say that about chicken wings. I’ve always thought that about your butt even before I knew we were mates.” Sweeping Mal’s feet off the floor, Rocky tossed him into the middle of the circular bed.

“I licked this, so it’s mine.” Rocky climbed up onto the mattress, licking along Mal’s foot, and then his knee, and then the edge of his hip. “I’m licking all this, so that makes those bits mine.”

“Rocky, please.” Mal wanted to squirm away and cover himself, but Rocky’s joy was contagious.

“What?” Rocky said, wiggling his eyebrows. “That’s the rule. You said so.”

“I said that was the rule when you licked that piece of sushi and then decided you didn’t like it, so you tried to stick it on my plate. That was years ago. I never thought that would apply to parts of my body.”

“I think it does.” Rocky looked perfectly happy taking little licks all over Mal’s skin.

Flopping his head back, Mal shook it. Experience told him that there were a few times when it really didn’t do any good to argue with Rocky. Rocky had a very set way of thinking about things, a unique way of looking at life. And secretly, Mal liked the fact that Rocky believed they belonged to each. Although…

“Did you have to lick under my armpit?” Mal gave a shiver as he clamped his arm against his torso. “That tickles.”

“Ooh, tickly time,” Rocky said, his eyes gleaming. “That could be fun later.”

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