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It was almost too much.

“I didn’t realize it would be like this,” Priest gasped, his hips moving fast, thrusts shallow and rapid like he was chasing both their orgasms. He was trembling, clinging to Oliver like he needed him to stay weighted to Earth. “Fuck. Fuck. I feel you taking me. I feel it.”

Oliver understood. He could feel himself being fucked, but he could feel the ecstasy coursing off his mate. Their bond threads were twisting together, bright gold, pulsing with the beats of their hearts. His balls went tight as Priest lifted his leg and changed angles, hitting his prostate with every thrust.

“More,” Oliver gasped. “Harder.”

“Yes. Yes. Take it. Gods, look at you take it.”

Oliver opened his eyes to see Priest staring down at where they were joined. He grabbed him by the back of his hair and yanked him in for a kiss. The moment the forked tongue wrapped around his own, he was lost. His orgasm crashed overhim like a tsunami, whiting out his vision, consuming his limbs, tearing him from the mortal plane.

And Priest went with him. There was a single, still moment, and then he was spilling deep inside Oliver. He clung hard, claws drawing blood, fangs sinking into their mating bite. There were no words in any language to describe the way Oliver felt.

Only that it was right. It was theirs.

No one else would ever—could ever—feel this way. It was them. Together.

For as long as the universe allowed them to live.

21

PRIEST

The flight back home was strange.

Everything was changed, and yet it was exactly the same. Oliver kept close to him, and Priest stayed curled around him as long as it was physically possible to do so. They stopped for dinner on the way to his house, holding hands in the drive-thru, kissing when they were at traffic lights.

It was easy, and nothing in Priest’s life had ever been easy before. It should have terrified him, but a lot of it was Oliver’s calm that kept Priest from sinking into the what-ifs. They had a few days of peace before he was supposed to head to HQ to meet with Jeremiah and the others, which meant a few days of giving in to his desire to touch Oliver. To make him beg, and sob, and come.

It was satisfying in ways Priest didn’t think he could be.

Once upon a time, the idea of relationships had sent his skin crawling. The idea of monogamy was so foreign to him it was like an unknown, undeciphered language. But now, the thought of looking at someone else—at feeding on anyone else—made him feel sick. He was happy. He was content.

And that’s what terrified him the most because they could lose this battle. They could fight this war Jeremiah wanted tobring down on these people, and they could lose. Oliver could die, and if that happened, Priest knew he’d go with him.

If he didn’t perish right away, the madness would take him because nothing would ever sate his hunger again.

Part of him wanted to pick Oliver up and squirrel him away back with the Dragons until the people fighting consumed each other. He could live in a wasteland so long as Oliver was by his side. But he also knew he owed it to Knight to do better. To do something to bring him the justice he deserved.

They all had earned that. And he wasn’t done searching for the answers to all the new questions that had arisen.

Who was he? What was he, really? A Demon, yes. An Incubus, yes. But what defined those two things now? It was strange enough coming to the realization that he could live his life fully and completely without the threat of madness and starvation hanging over his head.

So could that be the same fate for others out there like himself? And gods, but would things have been different—would his mother have kept him—if she’d known?

“Baby?”

Priest blinked in surprise when he realized Oliver was talking to him. No one in his life had ever thought to call him something sweet. His heart felt thick in his chest as he opened his arms and let Oliver crawl into them.

They were lounging on the couch, stomachs full, sleepy and lazy. It was the perfect evening, especially now with Oliver resting against him.

“You were thinking really hard. I could almost hear it in my head,” Oliver told him when he was settled.

Priest dragged fingers through Oliver’s hair. “There’s been a lot on my mind since, well, everything.”

“Because of me?”

“Yes, but not because I have you. It’s because of what you said about our bond and how it wasn’t just you.” Priest’s fingers trailed down the side of Oliver’s face as he stared into his eyes. They were blacker now, almost matching his pupil. He wondered if Oliver had noticed yet, if he’d hate the change that came from their bond.

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