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He went still, and the second Priest’s arms went lax, he twisted out of his grip and turned to hit him. “What the fuck! What is wrong with you?” he shouted for all of the street to hear. He swung his fist, but Priest caught it midair and stepped into his space.

His eyes were completely black, his claws still pricking at Oliver’s skin. “Stop screaming.”

“You scared the shit out of me!” Oliver said, refusing to lower his voice.

Priest let out a low growl. “It serves you right. What in the nine hells were you thinking leaving the house on your own?”

“I was thinking that none of you give a shit about Poe!” Oliver shouted. He shoved at Priest hard, but the Demon was an unmovable wall. He was undeterred. “I was thinking that if you’re not going to help him, I’m going to do it my godsdamned self, and I don’t care if I die in the process!”

Something snapped in Priest. Oliver felt it before he saw it. There was a charge in the air, rippling above Priest’s skin. He let out a deep, dangerous growl that shook Oliver to his score. His sharp nails became full claws, his eyes somehow darkened further, sucking him into their endless depths. His face lengthened and sharpened as his pale skin melted into a grayish black, like unpolished hematite, and long, twisted horns rose from his temples.

Priest’s Demon, no longer politely hidden beneath his human face.

He towered over Oliver, almost a foot taller than he had been a moment ago, with a broad chest and clawed feet. He was powerful and deadly. His fingers curled against the front ofOliver’s throat, his claws pricking his skin. He backed him up so swiftly Oliver’s feet left the ground, and he hit the wall with a dull thud.

Priest’s anger curled around him as he leaned in close, staring into Oliver’s face. There was a faintest flicker of flames in the back of his black eyes, a glimpse of the hell all Demons were born from in one way or another.

“Don’t you ever,ever, say that again,” he snarled through thick fangs, the cute little ones from the day before replaced by teeth that could bite him in half if he wanted to.

Oliver lifted his chin. “I meant it.”

Priest’s grip tightened, pressing into the sides of his throat, and Oliver felt a warmth rushing through him. Pure lust. Some of it was Priest’s, but so much of it was his own. Priest’s nostrils flared, his Demon face scrunching in confusion as his tongue flicked out to taste the charge between them.

“Oliver,” he growled. “Focus.”

He couldn’t. He wasdrowning.

He closed his eyes in a slow blink, overwhelmed with need. Carefully, in case Priest didn’t like it, he gripped one of those thick horns, squeezing when Priest groaned. He traced his fingers over the hard twists of the black length until he reached the blunt tip, then wrapped his fingers around it once more and gave it a few quick strokes.

Priest’s thigh wedged between his, pressing against his aching balls, his other hand landing on Oliver’s ass to rock him against the hard muscle.

“Take me home,” he gasped, grabbing onto the other horn and rutting against Priest without thought to where they were or who could catch them.

Priest’s forked tongue dragged over his lips. Whimpering, he opened to him, letting him taste the inside of his mouth.He tipped his head back against the wall behind him, offering anything to Priest. Offeringeverything.

“Oliver,” he said, softer this time. His Demon began to fade back into his skin—not completely, but enough for Oliver to see the face of the man he’d come to know. His horns shrunk down to half their length, so he moved his hands to grip at the back of Priest’s neck, pulling him closer. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it. I want you. I need you.Take me.”

Priest closed his eyes as Oliver’s dick throbbed behind his zipper, and he tightened his grip around Oliver’s ass and released his hold on his throat.

Much to Oliver’s disappointment.

He ached for that possessive recklessness, craving for his Demon to use every filthy trick up his sleeve to bind them together.

“Hold tight, little human. And don’t let go.”

11

PRIEST

The drive back to his house seemed to take an eternity. But unlike the last time, he followed every traffic law in existence. With Oliver in the car with him, he wouldn’t take any chances on being reckless. His Demon was still stirring inside him, agitated at the fact that Oliver had run off after Priest had explicitly asked him not to. And then, when he saw Oliver running away from him—or at least in the opposite direction of where he’d been standing—it had triggered a predator drive inside him. Yes, he wanted to keep Oliver safe, but he also wanted to catch him and claim him.

Remind him where he belonged.

It didn’t help that the entire drive, his car was filled with the scent of his little human’s lust perfuming the air. Every breath he took, he could taste it on his tongue, in the back of his throat. It made it hard for him to focus, especially when he kept glancing over every few seconds like he was worried Oliver would disappear again.

But his reckless beloved sat in the passenger seat, looking almost relaxed except for his eyes. They had the faintest shimmer to them once more, giving away the stirring of his desires and his Angel blood.

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