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“You’re moving in with me when we get back to Midlona,” Jeremiah said, driving forward with more force as they both got caught up in how perfect the moment felt.
“Okay.”
“And you’re not going anywhere without me for a while. I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least a month.”
Remi smiled up at him and smoothed his hands up and down on his Hellhound’s strong back, trying to soothe him. When he gave a particularly strong thrust and Remi ended up crying out and digging his nails in instead, he wasn’t sure how affective it was. “Gods… Um, yes, okay. Whatever you need. Be prepared for photo ops and hospital visits though.”
Jeremiah grumbled and grabbed at Remi’s hips, lifting to angle his cock better. “People will love that.”
Remi grunted with each solid thrust, losing the conversation. Ecstasy built inside him, but it stayed just out of reach, even as Jeremiah worked his hips like a damn machine, driving him out of his mind with pleasure.
He grabbed at the back of his neck and yanked, scowling when he didn’t move his mate at all. “Bite me, baby. Bite me while you fill me with your knot. Need to be yours.”
“My prince,” Jeremiah groaned, sinking down to smother him with his weight. It shortened his thrusts, but he still used his considerable strength to snap forward each time, hitting all the best spots deep inside Remi. “Never letting you go.”
“I’ll never want you to,” he promised, then slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream at the last second. Jeremiah’s teeth bit into him, a sharp, glorious pain just as his cock began to expand, locking them together.
The heat from his release burned him up from the inside out, and if it was how he died, he’d go with a fucking smile on his face.
His whole body tensed, scales erupting across his body as their bond snapped into place, and come shot from his untouched cock, the pressure on his sensitive bundle of nerves so, so good he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. Gods, he wanted to have Jeremiah stretch him to the max on his knot every day for the rest of their lives. Nothing came close to feeling as good.
He rode a wave of blissful contentment, humming as Jeremiah licked at his neck and then nosed at a patch of shimmery purple scales just beneath his clavicle. His eyes were still fiery blue, and Remi realized with a jolt they would stay that way, now that they were completely and fully bonded. Sure, they’d dim a bit when he was calm, but their connection would keep them on full display.
Remi sighed, enjoying being tied so tightly together, and absently wondered if his scales would stay too. He hoped so. Not because he wanted to look more Siren, but because he wanted the world to know he was mated to his sexy Hellhound.
By the time Jeremiah’s knot started to shrink, Remi was half-asleep, but he stirred and moaned at the sensation of Jeremiah pulling out and the mess of come they left on the bed beneath him. He barely stirred, though, as Jeremiah cleaned them up a bit before climbing back into bed with him and pulling Remi firmly against him.
“We’ll teach them,” he muttered against Jeremiah’s salty skin.
“Hm?”
“The people of Midlona. We’ll teach them about you. We’ll teach them so they won’t be afraid.”
He wasn’t sure if he said all that out loud, too busy sinking into unconsciousness, but he could have sworn he felt Jeremiah press a kiss to his temple and whisper, “Yes, my prince.”
* * *
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he jolted awake to someone pounding on the apartment door. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours, his brain sluggish and barely comprehending what was happening. Jeremiah didn’t have that problem though.
Growling, his mate got out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a new T-shirt. “Go back to sleep, princeling. I’ll take care of this.”
Murmuring an assent, he turned onto his stomach and pressed his face into Jeremiah’s pillow, sucking his wonderfully smoky scent into his lungs and letting it lull him back to sleep.
Raised voices roused him before he could completely succumb. He frowned and sat up, trepidation rolling down his spine. Gods, what now?
“This is fucking ridiculous,” he heard Jeremiah snarl. “It was self-defense.”
“Stop resisting, or we’ll tase you, Hellhound.”
What the hell?
Remi scrambled out of bed, throwing open the door and taking in the scene in the kitchen with his heart in his throat. Two police officers were putting handcuffs on Jeremiah, who was bent over the kitchen island, face smashed into the countertop.
Priest was standing nearby, phone pressed to his ear.
As the officers grabbed his arms and raised him up, Jeremiah met his eyes and fucking smiled.
“It’s okay, little princeling. Do what Priest says, okay?”
