DANTE

Relief swept over Dante as he flew Ollie home. He shouldn’t have assumed Lillian and Maxwell were the only ones he had to worry about.

At least it hadn’t turned out any worse. Everyone wanted to be free, and getting desperate or acting rashly was something every demon could understand.

Ollie seemed to recover from the attempted kidnapping quickly, peppering Dante with questions about the Realm of the Damned as they flew and explaining the details of his night.

Dante landed on the deck outside his home as Ollie finished his tale.

He hadn’t asked Ollie if he wanted to go back to his place instead of returning to the apartment. There’d been no need. He’d felt their aligned desire to be close and undistracted by anyone else through the bond.

Sadness hit Dante in the gut as he thought of Onyx alone tonight. Ash would be with Harper, and while he had no doubt they’d offer to stay with Onyx, Onyx would likely push them away. If only Harper had found Onyx’s mate like he’d found Dante’s .

Ollie ran his hands through Dante’s hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay. You came just in time. It was nothing like what happened at the beach, but I was scared.”

“I know, darling, and I’m sorry someone tried to use you to get to me.” Dante held Ollie closer, having no intention of putting him down. “Let me take care of you. Show you everything is going to be all right.”

“Okay, but I’m taking care of you right back.”

Dante smiled and kissed him. “I’ll allow it. At least I’ll get one thing right tonight.”

Ollie pulled back. “Hey, you’re getting lots of things right. Lucifer getting away doesn’t mean everything is ruined. The demons are free. It might be chaos, but it’s how things are supposed to be.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“No, you can’t. And I think I finally get what you mean about Lucifer not hurting me again after seeing Pamala flip her switch like that.

I’m not afraid of Lucifer like I was that day after the beach.

I hate him and don’t think he should get away with everything he’s done.

What he did still haunts me. But I’m not terrified he’s out there. At least not completely.”

Determination shone in Ollie’s eyes and through the bond. Dante loved it as much as he did every other aspect of his mate. “You’re so much braver than me, Ollie.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m only brave because I have you. I’d still get heart palpitations and freeze if Lucifer snuck up on me.”

“He’ll be dealt with, and I’ll make it my mission to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Who knows, maybe it’ll be easier to take him down now that everyone is free.

Plenty of others will still want justice.

” Even if freeing the demons himself would have gained Luc favor, there were thousands of years of bad blood to consider .

“Can we forget about him for the rest of the night?” Ollie nuzzled Dante’s cheek. “Let’s face it all in the morning.”

“With you at my side, that sounds perfect. I believe you have a promise to fulfill.”

Ollie’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Does my needy demon want some personal attention?”

Dante nodded, heat pooling inside him.

“Then let’s start with a shower.” Ollie pointed toward the house, and Dante dutifully carried him inside.

Ash planned to track Luc, and if Luc was anywhere near the city, he’d call Dante, but making another move tonight didn’t seem likely. Lucifer had gotten away, and Dante was sure he’d be scheming before coming for them again. He and Ollie were perfectly safe in the reserve.

Dante set Ollie down in the bathroom and froze, struck by a realization. Now that Luc had released the demons, there was no need to drag him, Ash, and Onyx back to the Realm of the Damned. Luc had abandoned his post as ruler of Hell. What did he need his dogs for now?

Would he leave them alone?

It was a strange thought, but it flew from Dante’s mind the second Ollie pulled off his shirt and flung it away.

Ollie quickly shucked off his pants and underwear before reaching for Dante’s belt. “Come here, sweet mate. Time to spoil you.” Ollie dropped Dante’s clothes to the floor and kneeled before him, Dante’s cock stiffening rapidly.

“Fuck, Ollie.” Dante ran both hands through Ollie’s tumble of curls.

“ Mm ,” Ollie hummed as he took hold of Dante’s cock. “Love giving you what you need, baby.” He glanced up and guided Dante’s cock to his lips, kissing the tip before opening his mouth and taking Dante in painfully slowly .

Dante breathed deep as hot suction enveloped him. He couldn’t look away, not that he ever wanted to.

Ollie’s cheeks bloomed a lovely crimson. His eyes burned and Dante’s fire responded, sparking hot.

“You feel so good.” Dante gasped as Ollie took him to the back of his throat. “Better than good. On my cock and in my heart.”

Ollie whimpered, and desire flooded the bond like hot lava. Dante’s chest expanded.

Tonight’s loss seemed more manageable with Ollie holding him close, giving him what he needed. All wasn’t forsaken. His mate had his back, and there was so much to look forward to, no matter what challenges they faced.

Whatever came, they’d conquer it together.

Ollie worked his throat, swallowing deliciously around Dante until Dante was dizzy. Sucking in desperate breaths through his nose, Ollie pulled back, grabbing Dante’s ass, fingers digging in as he inched them toward Dante’s tail.

“ Ugh ,” Dante cried out, thrusting forward as Ollie wrapped a hand around the base of his tail. “Oh, Ollie, yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

Ollie groaned, bobbing his head as he worked Dante’s tail, encouraging Dante to thrust with his other hand.

Dante’s face burned. Tears welled in his mate’s eyes as Dante thrust, stuffing his cock down Ollie’s throat.

He could feel Ollie craving more through the bond.

Craving Dante’s possession of his body. Dante gripped Ollie’s hair firmly in both hands, the tip of his tail settling along the back of Ollie’s neck, and fucked his mate’s pretty face.

Ollie choked and squirmed, tears spilling onto his cheeks. He stroked the base of Dante’s tail, tight and unfaltering as Dante used his mouth. Spit dripped down Ollie’s chin, his face and neck a deep red .

“Ollie…Ollie,” Dante moaned like he was pleading for his life, over and over, and every sound lit Ollie up and sent pleasure down the bond. “I’m going to come. Ollie. Oh fuck.” Dante shuddered, and Ollie squeezed his tail, swallowing around his cock.

Dante came, vision blurring as the bond exploded, shooting pleasure along his spine and through his core. Ollie sputtered, scrambling to swallow as he held Dante in place by his ass. Dante thrust twice more and went lax, stroking Ollie’s hair as his cock softened.

Ollie pulled back at last, panting, breath ragged and face a wreck of spit and tears. Dante hoisted him up, and Ollie wrapped his arms around Dante’s neck, his legs around Dante’s waist, his cock poking needily into Dante’s stomach.

Dante kissed him, delving deep into Ollie’s mouth and tasting his own seed. Ollie groaned, rubbing against Dante shamelessly and smearing his abs with precum.

Dante’s lips trailed along Ollie’s jaw to his neck. He nipped his mate’s skin.

Ollie gripped him tighter, hand traveling to the back of Dante’s head. “Yes, Dante. Bite me.”

Dante kissed Ollie’s neck and released his fangs. Ollie moaned, rutting against Dante, his sandalwood scent flooding the air. Dante sunk his teeth into his mate, and Ollie’s sweet blood filled his mouth.

“Yes,” Ollie moaned. “Yes, bite me. Mark me everywhere. Make me yours.”

Dante released Ollie’s neck and brought his lips to Ollie’s ear. “You’re already mine.” Ollie shuddered, and Dante bit into the soft flesh behind the corner of his jaw.

Ollie gasped, thrusting harder against Dante.

Dante squeezed Ollie’s rear, parting his cheeks. He withdrew his fangs, licking Ollie as he mumbled, “I want to bite this ass. Eat you everywhere.”

“Yes,” Ollie groaned. “Yes. Now. Or I’m gonna come.”

Dante shuddered and set Ollie down, spinning him around and placing his hands to brace against the tiled wall. Ollie arched his back, ass out, and Dante kneeled, parting his cheeks and licking up his crack.

“ Dante ,” Ollie wailed, legs shaking.

Dante growled, nuzzling and licking his mate’s hole until Ollie sobbed with desperation. Dante cupped one of Ollie’s ass cheeks in each hand, leaned in, and kissed them both before sinking his fangs into the swell of Ollie’s right cheek.

Ollie cried out, shuddering from head to toe. Dante drank deep, massaging Ollie’s hole with his fingers, and Ollie’s orgasm crashed through him. Dante moaned as it zipped down the bond, reverberating through him as he pulled little aftershocks from his mate.

Ollie slumped against the wall. “Fuck me. Oh my god. That was… That was…fuck.”

Dante stood, chest to Ollie’s back, and pulled him in. Every one of his primal instincts was sated. “Tasty little mate.”

Ollie huffed, melting into Dante. “Like you can talk. You taste pretty damn good too.”

Dante grinned, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s neck. Ollie trembled, and Dante scraped him with his fangs.

“Do it again,” Ollie pleaded.

Dante bit into Ollie’s neck, running his hands up and down his stomach, his chest, and over his cock and balls.

Ollie’s breathing picked up, and he arched into it. “I’m going to get hard again.”

“Good.” Dante kissed the wound as it healed. “So am I.”

Ollie shimmied his ass against Dante’s burgeoning erection. “That kind of recovery time must be magic. ”

“Something like that.” Dante cradled Ollie’s hips and walked him around the tiled wall into the shower.

Ollie turned in his arms, nestling into the crook of Dante’s neck as Dante turned on the water. Dante shook out his wings, and Ollie laughed, pulling Dante into a drawn-out kiss.

They washed each other slowly, taking their time as they explored each other’s mouths. Once they were clean, Dante rubbed Ollie down a second time, peppering him with little bites, taking barely there sips from his neck, his shoulders, his pec above the nipple.

As he went to pull back, Ollie caught the back of his head. “A little more.”

Dante flicked Ollie’s nipple with his tongue, scraping it with his fangs. His tail circled Ollie’s waist and held on. “Don’t worry. We have a never-ending future. I’ll always give you more.”