by Lynn Hagen
“But safe,” Amir countered.
Zanny should’ve been there watching them, but she’d taken off, telling Amir she’d send a postcard. That had infuriated Amir, that his best friend was so unreliable after she’d given her word to help with the kids after Hasan’s death.
But in truth, Deandre felt it was the best decision she could’ve made. Dahj and Flynn needed stability in their lives, not someone who came and went as she pleased, sometimes not even showing up when promising she would.
“Don’t worry,” Edward said to Amir. “I’ll make sure the kids are fed and well taken care of.”
Deandre slid an around Amir’s shoulders, smiling down at the man who meant everything to him. “Dahj and Flynn have tons of uncles now. They’re a part of the demon warrior family.”
Pride filled Deandre when he said that. His family. The warriors, Amir, Dahj, and Flynn. His own little slice of heaven. A dream come true.
Amir chuckled. “Maybe after we’ve visited your apartment, we can go hiking. I know this great trail that has an amazing view.”
Donny snorted, and Deandre was glad the kids were out of earshot. “Fucking. You ain’t got to hide that from us. You two are going to Deandre’s apartment to fuck.”
Edward clucked his tongue. “And this is why Donny should come with a warning label.”
Phoenyx and Deandre laughed as Amir went to Dahj and Flynn to tell them that he and Deandre would go be gone for a bit but their uncles were there to watch them.
It wasn’t the first time they’d met Donny, Phoenyx, or Edward, and the kids loved them. But it was the first time any of them would be watching Dahj and Flynn.
Deandre was certain they were in good hands.
He walked over and grabbed Amir’s hand. “Come on, handsome. We need to get going.”
Too bad they couldn’t take their time, but dinner needed to be cooked, the kitchen floor needed mopping, and Deandre still had to run to the grocery store.
The domestic life. Deandre loved every damn second of it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
* * * *
Amir’s gaze dropped to Deandre’s erection, and Amir’s mouth watered for a taste. He would never get enough of his demon warrior, never would he want to, either. Amir craved Deandre all the time, even when they were sprawled out on the couch watching a movie or simply doing dishes.
His mate had inserted himself into Amir’s life, had barged his way in, and Amir was glad he’d relented. He’d found the love of his life and would never regret the hell they’d gone through to get to where they were now.
“I love you.” Amir looked up at Deandre. “I’ve fallen deeply in love with you, Deandre.”
Deandre cupped Amir’s face, looking down at him with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. “I love you, too.”
It was their first declaration, and Amir felt as if he were floating among the clouds. After Hasan, Amir didn’t think he would ever love again. He’d never wanted to open himself to that kind of heartache again.
But there Deandre stood, strong, proud, a warrior in every sense of the word, stealing Amir’s heart and leaving him breathless.
And now he wanted to leave Deandre breathless.
Dropping to his knees, Amir took half the length into his mouth. Deandre hissed as Amir swirled his tongue and then flicked it over the flared head. Pre-cum leaked onto his tongue as he gripped the base of the cock, detracting inches so he wouldn’t choke himself.
“God yes.” Deandre moaned. “You don’t know how badly I needed this.”
About as badly as Amir had needed it. He bobbed his head as he took Deandre just a bit deeper and then pulled back, licking along the thick vein that ran under the man’s dick.
“As much as I want you to finish this, I need to be buried inside of you.”
Deandre pulled Amir up and then turned him around, plastering Amir against the window. Amir bent over, excitement making him shake as Deandre lined his cock up to Amir’s quivering hole and let his natural lube do the work.
His mate placed soft kisses along Amir’s shoulder, sending goose bumps along Amir’s skin. He moaned and arched his back, ignoring the city down below. Amir was right where he needed to be, where he belonged. With Deandre, his warrior, his best friend, and his mate.
Amir refused to think about Zanny. She’d taken off, just like he thought she would. It all boiled down to her inability to stick to something, to commit herself, but in the end, she’d just been a surrogate for Amir.
And that was how he would look at her if she ever came back into his life.
His thoughts were interrupted when Deandre’s fingers dug into his waist. Deandre lifted Amir’s lower half and drove inside.
“Goddamn, motherfuck!” Amir squirmed, but Deandre’s tight grip didn’t lesson.
He pounded into Amir, his cock threatening to split Amir wide open, as his dick hit Amir’s prostate on every thrust. Amir kept his hands pressed against the glass, his ass tilted upward, while Deandre showed him just how much he wanted him.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Deandre slowed a bit, his movements less frantic. One hand brushed down Amir’s spine while the demon held him up with the other. That only proved Deandre’s strength and prowess.
“How can I relax when it feels like the head of your cock is jabbing me in the back of my throat?”
Deandre laughed, and Amir melted at the sound. He would never hear enough of that sound. He gloried in it. Deandre’s laughter filled Amir’s heart to overflowing.
When Deandre pulled back, Amir felt the slide of the man’s cock every inch of the way. The burn was delicious, welcomed, and Amir wanted this to never end. He loved having Deandre inside of him, wrapped around him, making him feel as if he were flying.
Amir cried out when Deandre began to move faster. His cock thickened, and he was so close already. Pressure built at the base of his spine, Amir’s orgasm cresting.
Deandre pulled them away from the window and dropped to the carpet, putting Amir on his hands and knees before continuing his deep, hard thrusts, his hips punching forward, wrecking Amir, making him claw and mewl as Deandre fucked him senseless.
Cum erupted as Amir shouted. He didn’t care if anyone in the apartment building heard him. He flew through the sky, exploded, and then felt as if he were freefalling back down to earth. Deandre drove inside Amir and then stiffened before he threw his head back and roared his release.
They both collapsed onto the carpet, sweaty, panting, and feeling so sated that Amir’s eyes began to drift close. He reached for Deandre’s hand and gave it a hard squeeze. “Promise me that we’ll always be like this.”
“I promise, Amir. I’ll show you every day how much I truly love you.” Deandre kissed his bare shoulder.
Amir sighed in contentment. He turned over and curled into Deandre’s broad chest. Yes, he was right where he wanted to be, loved by a demon warrior, his life seeming perfect. Amir knew it wouldn’t be smooth sailing from here, but now that he knew nonhumans existed, Amir felt better equipped to handle Deandre’s world.
“Do you think Donny would really take them to Disney World?”
Deandre groaned and kissed Amir’s neck. “I’d rather not find out. Let’s go home.”
That word had a whole new meaning to Amir. Home. Where he and Deandre were creating memories and building a life together. Amir smiled. “Yes, let’s go home.”
THE END
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