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Jeremiah chuckled and whipped it off over his head, then used the clean end to wipe Remi’s face dry before tossing it away. “Feel better?”
He did, hollowed out and empty, but in a good way. Like now that he had gotten all the pain and sorrow out of him, he could fill back up with warmth and love. “Yeah… did you mean it?”
Jeremiah cupped his chin, not even pretending not to understand. “Yes, little princeling. I love you. I know being with me won’t be easy—”
Remi silenced him with his lips, kissing him until he absolutely had to draw breath. “Shut up. I don’t need easy. I just need you.” He licked his lips and stared into Jeremiah’s softly glowing eyes. “I love you too.”
“Thank the gods,” Jeremiah said, lips twitching into a smile.
Rolling his eyes, Remi leaned in and kissed him again, humming softly when Jeremiah took control, licking inside and rolling Remi onto his back. The heat and weight of Jeremiah on top of him should have been suffocating, but it made him feel so safe, so loved.
Jeremiah pressed wet, sucking kisses down his throat, and Remi arched against him. “What if… Oh gods… What if I decide to abdicate? Will you still love me if I’m not a prince anymore?”
Grunting, Jeremiah raised his head and stared down at him. “You don’t have to do that for me. I’ll stand by you no matter what.”
His chest warmed as he cupped Jeremiah’s handsome face. “I know, and I don’t know if I can leave the burden to Sadie or Percy. But… maybe when they’re older and we can talk about what they want…”
“I’ll support you, no matter your decision.” Jeremiah leaned down and laid a lingering kiss on his mouth. “And you’ll always be my prince.”
Remi let out a soft breath, melting into the plush bed beneath him. “And you’ll always be my second-favorite bodyguard.”
Jeremiah raised a brow at him.
“What? Greg was really—” He broke off into peals of laughter as Jeremiah dug into his sides and growled against his throat.
“Such a fucking brat.”
They rolled around on the bed for a while, laughing and kissing, until Jeremiah unzipped his pants, and things got heated in the blink of an eye. They were still smiling at each other as they quickly undressed and then came together once more, bare skin against bare skin. Remi ran his feet up the outside of Jeremiah’s legs and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
For long, languid minutes, they did nothing but kiss and press their bodies close, reveling in the feeling of being alive and together. By the time Jeremiah was pushing lube-slicked fingers against him, Remi’s lips felt swollen and sore.
He spread his legs and pushed back against the intrusion, moaning as Jeremiah slipped inside.
“How’d you know?” Jeremiah mumbled, his gaze locked on where he was thrusting a finger in and out of Remi’s body.
“Know what?” he asked breathlessly, throwing his head back and groaning louder than was probably advisable with a sex Demon in the apartment.
“My fire wouldn’t hurt you.”
Remi forced his eyes to focus and found blue, fiery ones staring back at him. “Folklore.”
“Folklore?”
Remi nodded loosely, sinking his teeth into his lip when Jeremiah pushed a second finger inside him and began stretching. “Uh-huh. Pretty much every species has one.”
“A folktale about hellfire?”
Remi chuckled, but it turned to a moan, his body flushing with pleasure and toes curling at how perfectly Jeremiah was rubbing against his prostate. “About fated mates being immune from each—ah, fuck—each other’s powers. Gods, right there. Harder.”
Instead of giving him what he wanted, Jeremiah pulled his fingers free and slicked his heavy cock. Remi stared at it, a little surprised every time when it all fit inside him.
And that was before the base swelled with his knot.
“That day on the beach…” Jeremiah said softly, pressing his large head against Remi’s hole until he popped inside, and they both groaned. “You should have been killed, but you were fine. I thought I’d hallucinated from the holy water or something.”
“It’s why my Voice has never worked on you either,” Remi panted out, gripping Jeremiah’s massive biceps as he sank farther and farther into him. Once he was bottomed out, Remi let out a shaky breath and slipped his hands around to Jeremiah’s back, the heat he was putting off all-consuming.
Or maybe that was the feeling of rightness growing inside him, the way his soul was reaching for and entwining with Jeremiah’s as he slowly pumped in and out, holding Remi’s eyes. Remi could feel how good it was for Jeremiah, his mate’s pleasure fueling his own and driving everything up higher than he thought possible.
