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We’re here, we’re alive, and we’re together. The heat of their bodies, their scents mixed with sex in the air grounds me after the battle we fought tonight. Their sounds of pleasure get etched into my brain and attach to my soul. I never want to live without either of them, and I’m going to ensure that want becomes fact.

The pressure in my cock to erupt builds to the point of no return, but I need Tacita to come first. My thumb finds her clit and within seconds her walls are tightening, strangling my dick. “Come for us, Mo Stór. Feel how full you are, how far we’re stretching those tight holes of yours, you’re taking both of us so fucking well.”

Throwing her head back, Tacita comes, and comes hard. Milo has to shift slightly to avoid her horns, and he brings one hand up, gently placing it around her throat to hold her steady as she rides out the high. I can’t hold on any longer, hearing her scream in pleasure sends me over the edge.

My cock fires, pulsing rope after rope of cum deep into her cunt. I push deeper, buried right to the base, and fill her up. Milo tenses above us both and then I feel his dick start firing as well. And fuck it’s so erotic that mine gives another spurt even after I thought I’d run empty.

We’re a tangled, hot, and sticky mess of limbs as we fall to the mattress, Tacita in the middle and Milo on her other side.

“Fuck,” she curses as she gets comfortable. “That was intense.”

“You can say that again,” I reply, moving to my side so I can stroke her skin, and Milo’s too.

He looks wrung out as he lays, one arm hooked under his head and eyes glazed over. I’ve learnt that he needs time to process when he looks that way so I don’t push him to converse with us. His free hand still rests on Tacita’s hip, so he hasn’t withdrawn fully.

Tacita and I quietly chat for several minutes, cherishing just being together, before I decide to be responsible. Getting up from the bed, I head back into the bathroom to find some washcloths. I wet a couple and also grab a dry towel before returning to the bed to clean up my partners. They’re both fighting sleep, so I manoeuvre the duvet from underneath them and tuck them in before going to clean myself up and rejoin them.

Milo has already passed out and Tacita isn’t far behind as I wiggle my way back into the giant bed and take a moment to enjoy the luxury of a soft mattress and even softer sheets. After a few months incarcerated and at the compound, I have a deeper appreciation for a luxury set of sheets.

I have even more appreciation for the two bodies wrapped in said sheets. Snuggling up to Tacita, and reaching my arm across them both, I settle down and follow them into unconsciousness.

Chapter 45

Garrick

The Angels campaign fell apart, as I suspected it would, once Tacita and Milo left through my portal. Frustratingly, despite my best efforts, we haven't been able to confirm that they had planned to take her as well as him. And it’ll be a few days for those I’ve just dropped off in Tartarus to recover enough for us to interrogate them again.

Even Hades’s power, which is stronger than I realised, hadn’t been enough to break them fully and make them talk. Their bodies are going to take some healing to make them functionable enough to try again.

Camael managed to slip through our grasp, he and several of the legion heads flew back through their own portal before we managed to capture them. But the two with mind powers, the two holding Milo when Tacita snatched him, are now laying in cells in the highest security wing of the prison I command.

After the Angels had either left, been captured, or taken out, I’d spent the rest of the night organising the Guards, triaging the casualties for Dom, and preparing our captives to ship them to Tartarus once Hades was done interrogating them. Leaving Tarron in charge of the games site, and the contestants still alive, I’d left with our captives in tow.

It had been a long night, and morning, to say the least. But I was still breathing. And more importantly, so was she.

Following her scent across the city was easier than I imagined. Coming here straight from Tartarus, I could be away for a few more hours and I had never been more glad for my tracking abilities. I needed to see her. Jogging along on my paws, I follow my instincts as her cherry sweet scent pulls me in the correct direction.

Shifting in front of the tall high rise on the lower east side, I step into the lobby, my blood practically buzzing, telling me she’s close. I’ve used my tracking abilities in the past, but that was decades ago when I was working my way up the ladder, when I was tracking demons that were wanted for one misdemeanour or another. Usually it was blood from the stock the authorities kept on file, the samples taken on a first incarceration, just in case they reoffended when released and needed to be found. The blood is weaker but it serves a purpose, and because it’s not fresh, the link fades over time.

I’ve not drunk directly from someone's veins before and the potency is strong.

“Can I help you, sir?” A young male demon asks from behind the reception desk.

Shit. I have no idea which of the apartments Tacita lives in. Or what name her tenancy will be under. “I’m here to see Tacita Anthrop,” I say remembering the name on her application for the games.

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s no one with that name here.” Fuck. It was worth a shot. My cat growls at our halted progress towards our target. “Do you have the right address?”

“Yes, she definitely lives in this building. She’s this tall.” I gesture with my hand at my shoulder. “A demon, has rainbow hair and a huge attitude.”

The receptionist tilts his head like he’s thinking but I see his hand move behind the high-topped desk, probably alerting whatever security this building has. The last thing I need is an altercation right now. Huffing because I’m about to cause my female a bit of scandal, I pull out my final play–my ID card.

“Look, I’m the Head of Tartarus. I am looking for the female that I just described on some classified business. Can you call her or not?” I hand over my badge and the male inspects it. He pales slightly as he realises it’s legit.

“Oh lords, are you arresting her? She’s always so nice and friendly. I can’t imagine she’s got herself into any kind of trouble, not the trouble that would involve you,” he babbles, but does at least pick up the phone and presses one of the apartment codes.

“No, not arresting. I just need to ask her a few questions.” I try my best to keep my demeanour casual looking.

The phone rings for what seems like an eternity before the receptionist gets someone on the other end. Annoyingly, this building's tech is so high security the phone lines are magically enhanced so I can’t tell if the voice that answers is hers. But there is a brief interaction before the receptionist replaces the receiver. “She’ll be down to meet you in a second, you can wait by that elevator over there.” He points to one in the far corner of the lobby. The one reserved for the penthouse.