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I flattened myself against him, pressing our chests together. “Me either. But we have to.”

His strong fingers brushed gently up my back. His rhythm didn’t falter as he traced over my scars. If anything, he moved faster. “I love being able to touch you.”

My response was lost in a cry. This new position had him going deeper than before while my cock was caught between us. I was too lost in the rising pleasure to speak.

All I could do was feel.

I didn’t know if it was Nox’s lust driving him faster or mine, but whatever it was flicked a switch in him. My demon fucked me harder, his hips slamming up into me. His piercings were hitting new places in me, lighting me up from the inside out.

“Nox!” My orgasm hit out of nowhere, my back bowing as my cock jerked again and again.

Nox’s orgasm though? That I felt. It hit the bond with the force of a rocket, making my vision white out for a second. I gasped, more come filling the space between us as I writhed on his length.

I let my weight fall onto him entirely, not bothered about the pool of sticky wetness I was now lying in. Nox seemed similarly unbothered, his muscled arms wrapping around me to stop me pulling away.

My cheek was on his collarbone, his heart thunderingaway beneath my ear. I savoured every beat, not knowing how many more he’d have.

How many more either of us would have.

Nox’s hands returned to my scars. The tension that had been missing earlier came back in full force, as though without the lust riding him, he couldn’t escape the knowledge of how they’d come to be a part of me.

“I don’t regret it,” Nox said quietly. “Killing Emilio, I mean. I hate that it’s put you in danger, but I don’t regret it. I can’t.”

“I know. I don’t think I regret it either.”

“Really?”

“Really. It led us here, right to this moment. Fuck knows if we would’ve got here without it.”

“That’s true.” Nox kissed the top of my head. “And hey, maybe your optimism about us getting out of this isn’t wildly misplaced.”

A ward about seven miles out pinged as four angels crossed it. “Let’s hope I’m right, because I think we’re about to find out.”

25

Micah

Thanks to the work Nox and I had put in, they didn’t find us immediately. Various wards were tripped as they tore through the jungle, uncovering each red herring we’d laid. It was taking them time to remove each set of wards before searching the area to discover we weren’t there.

They were getting closer though, bound to find us eventually. We used the precious time we had to come up with a plan, quietly whispering as though they might hear us.

Or maybe we were too scared to shatter the final moments of peace. Whatever it was, it had us keeping our voice low and movements small.

My phone had remained resolutely silent. Nox seemed unconcerned about it, insisting that the deal would’ve kicked in already. He’d reminded me several times that, even flying at full speed, it’d take the demons a while to get here.

I knew he was right—after all, it had taken me over twelve hours. I knew from previous battles that Lucifer’ssons were marginally slower, something that used to give us a tiny edge over them.

It was funny when I considered how many times I’d stood on the same battlefield as them. In millennia long past, it was always in opposition. It had only been this last century that our allegiance had been switched, and then only because of Dimitri. Because I’d risked it all to save him and those he loved.

Now I just had to hope he would do the same for me. I didn’t deserve it, not after how I’d treated him and his mates over the years, but I still hoped for it.

As they tripped the ward half a mile to the south, I stiffened my spine before turning to my mate. “They’re close. It’s time.”

“I don’t like this.” Nox scowled, kicking a branch on the ground. “We should face them together.”

“And we will,” I said for the thousandth time, my annoyance swirling around Nox’s frustration. “You being out of sight might throw them off, maybe give us a much-needed edge. When it’s the right moment, you can reveal yourself.”

“And remind me, how will I know when that is?”

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