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The corner of Jeremiah’s mouth tipped up. “Alright, little princeling. Educate me on my people’s folklore.”
“Well, smart-ass, according to legend, the first Hellhound was a product of love, not violence.”
“Love?” Jeremiah looked skeptical, but there was a lightness in his eyes. A hope.
“Yes, love. A Demon of great power and stature rose from the Underworld with the intent of concurring all the kingdoms of the land.”
“Not sounding super promising…”
“Just listen, Sunshine,” he murmured, settling back onto Jeremiah’s chest and tracing patterns on his pecs as he told the story of how a Demon fell in love with a beautiful Werewolf, defeated any who challenged their mating, and then used magic to create an entirely new species to please his new mate. Something wonderful and unique that was a mix of them both.
And he held Jeremiah tighter when his sweet hellbeast’s breaths turned shaky.
* * *
“Oh fuck, that’s so good, little princeling,” Jeremiah groaned above him, one of his big hands on the back of Remi’s head guiding him up and down. “Gods, you were made for sucking my cock, weren’t you?”
Remi whimpered and squirmed where he knelt between Jeremiah’s splayed legs, his satisfied dick trying to come back to life at those words despite Jeremiah having edged him for over half an hour before letting him finish.
The veins on Jeremiah’s cock were pulsing against his tongue, and he squeezed the base, heat pooling in his belly at the fact that Jeremiah’s knot was starting to grow just from Remi’s mouth. Nothing made him feel sexier or more wanted than the visceral evidence of Jeremiah’s desire for him.
He hummed as he pulled up to the tip and lapped at the smoky and salty precome streaming from his slit, not wanting to waste a drop.
Jeremiah grunted, and his fingers tightened in Remi’s hair. “Fuck. I’m so close. Wraps your lips around me.”
Remi complied, sucking hard and using his hand to stroke the rest of Jeremiah’s shaft. He was rewarded with a mouthful of slick come a minute later, and he moaned at the thick, smoky taste.
Gentle fingers stroked his face and neck as he caught his breath, leaning against one of Jeremiah’s strong thighs. When he raised his head and caught the happy, sated look on Jeremiah’s face, warmth bloomed in his chest. Gods, sometimes he was sure he got more pleasure from pleasing his Hellhound than from his own orgasms.
“Come here,” Jeremiah said, tugging at Remi until he was on the couch with him, sprawled across his bigger body.
Two weeks of sex and cuddling and classes. Of making meals together and watching crappy TV shows. Of just being… them. Remi hadn’t known he could be so content.
It was a glimpse of a future that felt just out of reach, but Remi refused to give up. Jeremiah had offered to sleep in the second bedroom of his apartment to keep up appearances or some such nonsense, but Remi had put his foot down.
If these weeks were all he’d get… he was going to wring out every last drop of happiness.
Instead, Jeremiah had turned Greg’s old room into an office and used it as a command center of sorts, touching base with the rest of Alpha Team and the investigation but also staying on top of the other teams who worked for him. Bravo Team had just wrapped up after spending the last month tracking a group of cybercriminals, and Charlie Team was starting a new assignment, protecting a famous Dragon actress and her Hoard from a crazed stalker sending her threatening texts. Remi was more than a little excited that he was tangentially connected to that one—he loved her movies.
Jeremiah had laughed at him when he told him but then said he’d introduce Remi to her if he could, so he’d forgiven him. And given him a preemptive thank-you blowjob.
“How was your meeting earlier?” Remi asked as he played with Jeremiah’s chest hair. He’d had to go to one of his classes with extra protection because Jeremiah had needed to stay at the apartment to talk to the entire Alpha Team. He hadn’t minded too much—Jeremiah tended to garner a bit more attention than Remi was used to. Most of the humans on campus didn’t even know what he was, but they could tell he was something.
“Had to postpone,” Jeremiah grunted, sounding less relaxed than he had a minute ago. “Priest had a jam emergency, apparently.”
“A what?” Remi laughed.
“I don’t even fucking know. I should have known leaving him in charge of the twins would be chaos. He came on the call for three seconds, covered in some red substance, and yelled, ‘They jammed me! I have to retaliate.’ Then he hung up and ignored my texts and phone calls.”
Remi cackled. “They jammed him? As in, the twins—who are four—covered a Demon in strawberry preserves?”
“Maybe raspberry. Definitely something red.”
That just made Remi laugh harder.
It took him a while to get himself under control, having to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes, but he finally managed to compose himself. “Should I be worried about his ability to actually keep the twins safe?”
He was mostly joking, but a small part of him was a smidge worried the Incubus was a little too immature to be effective protection.
