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Chapter 2

After the Battle – Harlow and Bailey

BAILEY

L ow didn’t say a word as he flew us out of Hell.

Not. A. Single. Word.

Through the bond, I could feel how close he was to breaking. The fight had allowed him an outlet for his feelings. A distraction from what was at risk.

But now that was gone, he had nothing.

Well,that wasn’t true. He had me back in his arms. I was safe. We were together.

Low was a demon though.And that demon was still screaming for vengeance.

I wasn’t silent. I stroked the space between his wings as we soared through the air, whispering the same six words over and over again.

I’m here. I’m safe. We’re okay.

Little by little, I felt Low come back to me through the bond. Juddering bursts of relief flooded through,along with an intense need to reconnect.

To possess.

To own.

I shivered in his arms, my cock already thickening between us. Yes. I was ready for that too. It might sound daft, but I needed Harlow to remind me that this was real. That, despite everything we’d just been through in Hell, we were safe.

Low touched down gently in his garden, letting me slip from his arms as his wings vanished. Within a heartbeat,he was climbing me like a tree, his legs wrapping around my middle. “Bailey…fuck.”

“I know, Low,” I said, carrying him towards the house. “I know.”

I carried him straight into his oversized bathroom. Placing him on the counter, I stepped away to flick on the shower and grab us some towels.

I turned back to find Harlow in front of me, tears streaking his face. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured him, pulling him tight to me. “I promise, Low.”

“You can’t promise that,” he sobbed against my chest. “Look what happened today. I wasn’t there, and you were killed again.”

“Hey,” I said firmly, catching his chin. This was such an odd switch in our usual roles, but I understood where this was coming from. Watching me die had cut a deep wound in Harlow. It might’ve healed over, but today had ripped the stitching free. “None of this is your fault, Low.”

“I should’ve protected you.”

“And you did,” I reminded him quietly, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Or was that some other crazed psychopath ruthlessly killing demons?”

He smirked, a little bit of the Low I knew and loved peeking through. “How’d you know that? You were in Hell.”

I rolled my eyes, my hands exploring his taut arse. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?“You think I don’t know what the bond feels like when you’re being murdery?”

“True,” Harlow hummed as his tears stopped. “I may have unleashed a little bit of fury.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, a lot, ” hehuffed. “Can you blame me?”

“No. To be honest, I was surprised when I came out and there was anyone left standing.”

“See,” he murmured, reaching up to dust a kiss over my lips. “I restrained myself.”

The small taste of him wasn’t enough. I rushed to catch his mouth again. I was needy. Desperate. As much as today had broken Low, it had broken me too. I’d been so fucking scared in Hell, especially when Joe walked in. I knew better than anyone how hard Oscar would find that.

It had worked out okay…but that hadn’t been guaranteed.

What was even harder was knowing what Harlow was going through. I’d been ripped from him—again. Dragged into the one place he couldn’t stand. He’d had to face his father, the being he hated most, just to get me back. Worse, he had to fight for him.

I hated that Low had been put through all of that.

Whether it was the bond or my kiss, something alerted Low to my desperation. He took control of the kiss, confident and dominating.

I whimpered as his hand went to my throat and squeezed.

“Is this what you want?” he cooed, backing me up against the wall. “Need me to help you turn your brain off?”

“Please,” I rasped. “Make me stop thinking.”

Harlow grinned. He backed off a step and his eyes dropped to my shirt. His grin faded along with all the colour in his face. “Whose blood is that?”

I glanced down in confusion. My once white shirt was now covered in splatters of red. With everything else going on, I hadn’t noticed it. “Umm…not really sure. Could be Joe’s or my dad’s.”

“Your dad’s? Your dad was in Hell?”

I reached for him desperately. “Can we talk about this later? Please, Low. I need you. I need this.”

Harlow’s face hardened. He moved fast, ripping my shirt off me with his bare hands. My trousers and underwear followed suit, leaving me naked before him.

“We’re burning those,” Low said, his eyes glowing as he fought to contain his demon. “As soon as we’re done.”

“Okay.” I didn’t want any reminders of today either.

I stepped under the shower as Low stripped, letting the steaming water wash over me. I stared at the floor, watching the greyish water swirl down the drain as the shower cleansed me of the layer of grime Hell had left on me.

Low stepped into the shower, letting the secondary head do the same to him.

Yes, he had installed another shower head after I moved in. Really, I’d been surprised he hadn’t had two already.

Once we were both clean, he switched the water off. His eyes were flashing as he threw a towel at me. “Bedroom. Now.”

The bond was humming with tension as we both hurriedly dried off. I let my towel fall to the floor, waiting obediently for Harlow to take control.

He didn’t make me wait long. Chucking his towel on top of mine, he advanced. Grabbing my throat, he used it to steer me to the bed.

My cock was leaking as my back met the cool cotton, Harlow straddling me. His hands started to move. Tweaking my nipples. Raking his nails along my abs. Toying with my foreskin. I groaned, my mind already growing quieter under Harlow’s attention.

“You were very foolish today,” Harlow commented, his hands smoothing back up my chest. “Very foolish.”

“What?” I gasped, too lost in how Harlow was making me feel to understand. “When?”

His hand slipped around my throat. “When you made that deal with a demon. Haven’t you all learned by now that no good comes from making deals with us?”

I covered his hand with my own, giving him a soft smile. “Dunno. I’ve made a pretty good one with you.”

He glared at me warningly. “Now is not the time to remind me about that, Bailey.”

“Sorry,” I murmured, but I couldn’t quite keep the smile from my face. “But really, what else would you have had us do?”

Harlow sighed, dropping forwards until his forehead rested on mine. “I know you did the right thing, and it worked. But fuck, Bailey. It could’ve gone so wrong.”

“But it didn’t. It worked perfectly.”

Harlow growled before nipping at my lip. “Fine. But no more deals with other demons in future.”

I grinned at him. “But deals with you are okay, yes?”

“Yes. Because you’re mine, Bailey. You belong to me.”

I couldn’t help it—his words, the possessive ownership had my eyes rolling back in my head. “Christ, Low.”

“Is that what you need, Bailey?” Harlow murmured, sliding down my body. “You need me to remind you who you belong to?”

“Yes,” I gasped as his hot breath hit my cock. “Own me, Low.”

He looked up from between my legs with flames flickering in his eyes. “Trust me, Bailey. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think about anything but me.”

That sounded perfect to me. Not that I could tell him that. I lost all ability to speak as Low shoved my thighs back roughly. I moved to grab them, holding them up to allow him access.

Once upon a time, being like this in front of someone like Low would’ve made me supremely uncomfortable. But not now.Not only did Low worship my body like it was own personal temple, but the bond hummed with his lust.

His tongue flicked over my hole, forcing a high-pitched whine out of me. He did it again, and again. It wasn’t long before I was a panting, sweaty, noisy mess.

Low didn’t stop or pull back. No, he took each of my moans like a personal challenge, his tongue working faster as he devoured me.

Fuck, I was digging my fingers into my thighs so hard they’d probably be bruised tomorrow. That was if Low’s fancy healing powers didn’t kick in. I kind of hoped they didn’t. I wanted to look down and be reminded of this moment.

My hole was soft now, but Low showed no signs of slowing. He added a finger, then two, working me open.

“Please,” I begged him. “Please fuck me.”

He raised his head and winked at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t keep you waiting.”

He slid off the bed, grabbing a couple of things from the bedside table drawer. There was mischief in his eyes as he clambered back on the bed. “Well…I won’t keep you waiting too long.”

I whined as he slipped a cock ring around the base of my shaft. “Really?”

He cooed as he gave my aching erection a stroke. “Can’t have you shooting before it’s time, my love. There’s a lot I want to do to you.”

I closed my eyes, tipping my head back on the pillow with a groan. Something cold touched my hole, making my head fly back up. “What’s that?”

“This?” Harlow raised his brows innocently. Well, I imagined he thought it looked innocent.

But there was no mistaking Harlow for anything other than a sinful demon right now.

“This is just a bit of fun,” he said. There was more of a pushing sensation, then I felt the familiar shape of my prostate massager.

I writhed on the bed with a whine. “Low!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “This okay?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Fuck yes.”

“Good.” He rose up on his knees, remote in hand. “Remember your safe word?”

“DC,” I muttered. Yes, as in the studio. What can I say? I’m a Marvel fan through and through.

“Remember to use it if it gets too much.” His lips twisted up in a cheeky smile. That was all the warning I got before my limbs werepulled in different directions of their own accord.

I cursed under my breath, my cock leaking even more as Low used his powers to restrain my wrists and ankles. I was spread out for him, totally at his mercy.

Fuck, how I loved it.

Harlow smirked as he pressed a button on the remote. The toy began buzzing inside me, hitting my prostate head-on.

“Fuuck.” My head fell back on the pillow again.

“Look at you stretched out for me,” he murmured, fingers trailing up and down my thighs. “Such a pretty feast. I don’t even know where to start.”

He mouthed at my balls, his tongue darting out to lick along the side of my shaft. That, coupled with the toy, made me fucking grateful for the cock ring.

After tormenting me for a few more minutes, Harlow decide to move on.

“Hmm, I wonder how long I can play with your nipples before you start begging.”

He lowered his lips to one while he flicked the other with his fingers.

“Please, Low,” I moaned.

He lifted his head, his grin wide. “Five seconds? Really?”

I was about to glare at him, but I knew how to work Low now. Instead, I pouted. “Please, baby? I wanna feel you inside me.”

This was fun, and normally, I’d be game to let Low edge me for hours.

But not tonight. Tonight I needed him to own me.

Harlow’s eyes glowed as he felt my need pulse through the bond. “Want me to let you go?”

I knew he meant the invisible bonds holding me spread open. I shook my head rapidly. “No. I want you to control me. Use me.”

Harlow’s powers pushed my feet backwards, my knees rising and leaving me exposed for him. I wriggled as he removed the massager, my body protesting the loss, but I bit my lip, knowing it was about to get so much better.

Harlow didn’t speak as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole. The muscle relented easily, my body making way for him as it had hundreds of times before.

“Yes,” I moaned, writhing against the bonds holding me. “Please. Please, Low.”

He hovered over me, eyeing me hungrily. “How I love it when you beg.”

Then he slid his hips back before slamming them home once more.

Harlow fucked me deep and hard, reminding me who I belonged to with every punishing thrust. His mouth descended on mine, catching my moans with his tongue. My cock was bouncing against his abs, the friction dragging me closer to the edge. With the ring in place though, there was no way I was getting there.

Not until Low decided to let me.

And wasn’t that hot as fuck.

Harlow’s gaze met mine, and the mood shifted instantly. We slowed from fast and frenzied to loving and gentle.

“Arms,” I murmured.

The bonds holding my wrists captive vanished instantly. We talked about me using a safe word, but in reality, we didn’t really need it. Not with the mating bond.

That wasn’t enough for Low though. He liked to make sure he was always looking after me.

Like he was capable of anything else.

He fell on top of me, my arms wrapping around him as he continued slowly grinding away inside me. “I love you, Low.”

“Love you more.” His eyes were covered in a fine sheen. “Fuck, Bailey. Please don’t do that to me again.”

I held him tighter. “Never. I’m safe. You’ve got me. I’m here.”

He kissed me, his tongue sweeping over mine. My hips bucked up to meet his increasing thrusts.

With his weight on mine, my cock was finally getting the relief I craved. I was caught in a cycle of pleasure, unable to think of anything other than Harlow and the way he was making me feel.

He was driving into me now, my hole stretched around his cock. Our moans were reverberating around the bedroom as sweat poured from our bodies.

“Low, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he panted. He rose onto his knees, scrambling to remove the cock ring. He threw it aside and replaced it with his hand. “Come for me, Bailey.”

His shaft slid over my prostate once more, and it was all over for me. My back arched as I came, my eyes closing as the intensity of it rolled through me.

“Fuck,” Low moaned as he thrust forwards once more. I felt him spill inside me.

Pulling out, he collapsed on my chest. No doubt he’d regret that when my cum started to dry between us, but right now, I didn’t think either of us cared.

For the first time since Low had flown away from me to save Dagon, my mind was finally quiet.

Low’s cheek was resting against my chest, the bond humming with love. “I’m going to keep you safe, Bailey.”

I kissed his head. “I know, Low. But even when you can’t, I know you’ll find your way to me.”

He lifted his head, the promise fierce in his eyes. “Always. I will always come for you.”