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OLLIE

Ollie caressed Dante’s horns one at a time and brought their lips together. “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”

His body thrummed, tingling everywhere Dante’s fangs had pierced him. With every bite, his desire to be consumed grew.

“Fuck me, Dante. I’ve been imagining it for so long.”

Dante purred, so deep it might have been a growl. “Have you?”

“Pretty much since the start.” Ollie gave Dante a sly smile, but he was so blissed out, it probably missed the mark. “I know we have eternity, but I want you now.”

Dante rolled his hips, rubbing his erection against Ollie. “You want me inside your perfect ass? Fucking your face wasn’t enough?”

Damn, Dante was stepping up his dirty talk. He was getting more comfortable letting loose, and Ollie approved.

“No, it wasn’t enough,” he whined, desire spiking as frustration heated his blood. He pulled from Dante’s grasp and braced against the wall, sticking his ass out. “What happened to always giving me more? Fuck me. ”

Dante spread Ollie’s cheeks and brushed his thumb briefly over his hole. “I will, don’t worry. I’m enjoying the buildup. I think I like it when you beg too.” His thumb returned slickened, and he pressed against Ollie’s pucker.

Ollie gasped, pushing back. “Where’d the lube come from?”

Dante’s breath tickled his ear. “Magic. I can’t have my mate waiting when he’s impatient and the lube is all the way in the other room.”

“Oh, baby, you’re perfect.”

Dante purred, warmth flooding the bond. “So are you, Ollie. Just the way you are.”

He pressed his thumb in and Ollie hissed, the stretch exactly what he needed.

“Is this what you imagined, alone in your bed?” Dante asked.

“Yes.” Ollie turned his head. “But real-you is better.”

Dante’s glowing eyes flared completely black for a split second. He pulled out his thumb and thrust in two magically slicked fingers.

Ollie’s breath punched from his lungs. Then Dante’s lips were on his, kissing him with renewed desperation. The hint of copper on Dante’s tongue, mixed with his peppermint scent, pushed Ollie even higher, creating a new thread between them that turned into an echo chamber, amplifying everything.

Dante fucked Ollie with his fingers until Ollie’s legs trembled. When Dante finally added a third finger, he bit Ollie’s lip, drawing blood.

Ollie moaned and almost came. Dante sucked his lip, curling his fingers inside him. Ollie’s hand slipped on the wet tile, and he scrambled for balance.

Dante’s wing was there in a flash, and Ollie held on. The other folded above them, blocking the shower spray and enveloping Ollie in a new kind of heat as Dante’s demon fire burned.

Dante released Ollie’s lip and nuzzled the back of his neck. “I’m so happy, Ollie. I can’t wait for everything we’re going to share. I can’t wait to fuck you for the first time and can’t wait to fuck you for the thousandth.”

Ollie whimpered. He couldn’t wait either.

Withdrawing his fingers, Dante replaced them with his slick cock. He rubbed it against Ollie’s hole, smearing magic lube everywhere.

“I can’t wait to love you, Ollie.” He pushed in, girth stretching Ollie until his toes curled.

“Me too, baby,” Ollie whined, vision going hazy as Dante filled him. “Me too.”

Dante bottomed out and swiveled his hips against Ollie’s stuffed ass. “Anything for you. Everything for you,” he murmured into Ollie’s hair, pulling back and snapping his hips forward.

Ollie shouted as the thrust pegged him just right.

Dante fucked him like no one ever had, not giving him a moment to catch his breath.

Ollie barreled toward his release, Dante’s desire racing alongside his, and when Dante sank his fangs into Ollie’s neck, Ollie came, his whole body exploding with pleasure.

As they came down, slowly catching their breath, Dante’s chest heaving against Ollie’s back, Ollie felt the first kernel of their future taking root inside him, glowing softly.

Dante was his and ahead lay something bright.

One week later .

Dante and Ash were coming over for dinner, and it was one hundred percent a double date.

“This Saturday night better go smoother than the last one,” Harper muttered as a knock sounded on the door.

Ollie jumped up to get it. “I’m sure it will.”

Dante swept him up in a kiss the moment he opened the door.

“Careful. Don’t knock the cake.” Ash shooed them to the side so he could get the many things he was carrying inside.

“If it survived the flight, I’m sure the cake will be fine,” Dante said.

“Next time, I’ll bake it here and save myself the trouble.”

Dante’s face fell. “But I like you baking at the house. It smells so good.”

Ash raised a brow. “I thought it was torture because I never let you taste anything?”

Dante grumbled, “Doesn’t mean I didn’t like it,” as Ash walked away.

“Come on.” Ollie pulled him into the living room.

Harper and Ash were whispering in the kitchen doorway, so Ollie flopped onto the couch, dragging Dante along with him. It had been a long week, and all Ollie wanted to do was wrap up in his mate.

“I think we need to see each other more often. There are too many days between Saturdays.”

Dante chuckled.

They’d closed off the bond again. Sharing twenty-four-seven was still too much, but Ollie was open to doing it more. Not only during sex but any time one of them needed the extra support.

“Why don’t we meet for coffee in the middle of the week?” Dante suggested. “I’ve been looking up cafés near your work. A few bakeries too. ”

“That’s perfect. And maybe we can get drinks with Dex one evening. He needs to meet you properly.”

Dante’s face broke into a wide smile. “I’d love to.”

Harper joined them on the couch. “Do you guys want to go to Rowan’s club after dinner? Ash and I are going to check out the dancers.”

Ollie grinned at the pink staining Harper’s cheeks. “You two have fun. I think Dante and I are going to play World’s End .”

Harper shrugged. “Okay, suit yourself. I’ll text Onyx and see if he’ll meet us there.”

Onyx had already declined to join them for dinner because “no one needed a fifth wheel,” but it was worth trying again. “Good idea. Hopefully, he’ll be up for that. Even with Ash.”

“Hey,” Ash called from the kitchen.

Ollie was disappointed Onyx wasn’t coming over tonight. They’d postponed their fancy mates dinner, and hopefully, Onyx wasn’t avoiding him and Harper. Ollie wished Onyx would find his mate. He cared about all his friends’ love lives, but knowing how long Onyx had waited hurt Ollie’s heart.

One day, Onyx would find his mate, and Ollie would be there to celebrate with him. No matter how long it took. It was one of the good things about immortality.

“Have you figured out how Luc saw through your invisibility illusion?” Harper asked Dante.

When they’d been in the Realm of the Damned, Lucifer had spotted them when they should have been invisible. Ollie had missed that part of the initial story, understandably, with how many things had been going on that night, but it had been bothering Dante ever since.

“No.” Dante frowned, rubbing his horn. “It might have been a trick of the tower we found Luc in. There was at least one illusion cast on the glass, preventing anyone from seeing in. Maybe he also had a counterspell cast on the reverse side, so he could see past spells to a true view of what lay beyond.”

Harper nodded like that was logical.

“It’s our best guess,” Ash added as he came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

Ash hadn’t been able to track Lucifer down. He’d tried searching for Luc’s magic, but instead of getting an idea of where he might be, Ash had been overwhelmed by Luc’s power pinging from every direction as if there were hundreds of Lucifers.

Dante had wondered if Luc had incorporated his magic into the fabric of the portal, meaning any demon that passed through now carried his residual magic.

“I still can’t believe he released everyone.” Harper paused. “Are we sure witches can’t come through the portal?”

Ash laid a hand on Harper’s shoulder. “Once a mortal soul passes into the afterlife, reincarnation is the only way they can return to Earth. None of the witches in the Realm of the Damned will ever return to the Human Realm.”

Harper was probably worried about his father, and Ollie couldn’t blame him. At least Harper was safe. He seemed relieved to hear it but also like this wasn’t the first time he’d asked for this particular reassurance.

“How long do you think Lucifer had been planning to release everyone?” Ollie asked.

Ash looked deeply displeased as he headed back into the kitchen, saying, “It couldn’t have been long—release was never his aim—but controlling his spell with that computer screen makes me wonder. I don’t know how long that took to set up.”

Harper hopped up and followed his mate into the kitchen, asking something Ollie didn’t understand about mixing magic and technology.

Ollie turned back to Dante. “Maybe knowing you can find your mates changed Luc.” He didn’t like to give the Devil credit for anything, but it seemed to fit. Everything was about mates.

Dante clasped Ollie’s hand. “Perhaps seeing our bond pushed him into action, but he hasn’t completely changed. His apology was hollow. It served him in the moment, and I don’t believe he’s sorry.”

“Maybe not for what he did to me.” Ollie’s gut still twisted when he thought about it, but fear didn’t overwhelm him like it used to.

“Even if he’s sorry for imprisoning everyone, setting demons free doesn’t undo all his past wrongs. And I don’t like not knowing Luc’s new aims.”

It was almost like Lucifer changing bothered Dante and Ash more than facing the same old enemy they’d known forever. Ollie got that. The unknown was so much harder to deal with.

Dante brought Ollie’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. Ollie’s insides melted. He’d never get over how sweet his demon was.

“I know dealing with all this wasn’t the life you wanted, Ollie.

While we can still shape our relationship how we want, take things slow and date like humans, it doesn’t look like we’ll be settling into a completely quiet life anytime soon.

I want to make sure you don’t feel like you’re disappearing into it all. ”

Ollie’s chest tightened. “You’re right. Demons and the Devil isn’t the life I imagined.

But my life can change without it changing me.

This isn’t the kind of taking over I was worried about.

I was afraid of losing my independence, deprioritizing myself in favor of pleasing someone else.

This is so far from that. You need me to help you get through this, Dante, and I want to support you. There’s nothing to be lost in that.”

Dente pulled Ollie onto his lap. Ollie’s favorite place to be. “You’re absolutely right. We’ve got this, mate. There’s nothing we can’t face together.”

Ollie kissed Dante, fresh peppermint and soft lips. He couldn’t agree more.