by Lynn Hagen
Getty snagged Donnchadh around the nape of his neck, pulling the man closer as his exposed cock hardened until it was smashed between them. He rocked his body up and down, using the friction to pleasure himself.
Donnchadh’s hand was firm at the small of his back, one finger just tracing the top of Getty’s crack. Flames licked up his spine, and Getty was afraid he was gonna come right there, right then. Donnchadh pulled back enough to tip his head and slant their mouths together more deeply. His tongue licked Getty’s teeth, swept the depths of his desire. Getty’s hair was in both their eyes, a lustrous tangle that kept them from looking at each other clearly.
Reaching up with one hand, Donnchadh brushed the strands aside as Getty continued to rub his cock over Donnchadh’s groin. “Please, Donnchadh…I need.”
Getty had never wanted something as badly as he wanted release. Just the hot, sweaty smell of the man bruising his lips was making him senseless. Donnchadh pushed Getty into the couch before wrapping his fingers around Getty’s cock, stroking it with quick, eager moves.
Getty hissed, curled his fingers around Donnchadh’s cock, and felt the thick girth in his hand. Both hands were pumping, both men groaning and panting.
Getty spread his legs wider, wishing they would go further but didn’t ask for fear of breaking whatever spell they were under. As if Donnchadh had been inside his head, he released Getty’s shaft, spun him around, and bent him over the couch before dropping to his knees and tonguing Getty’s hole.
“Oh, fuuuccck!” Getty groaned loudly. He’d never been rimmed before and prayed Donnchadh didn’t stop. If he did, Getty was going to beat the man over the head with his erection.
When Donnchadh inserted a finger into the tiny pink muscles, Getty damn near crawled over the back of the couch. He hitched one leg higher, his fingers curling into the edge of the cushions.
“You taste so fucking good.” Donnchadh growled before biting him on the ass. Getty was well aware Donnchadh wasn’t human. Maybe that was what made him so good at fucking. But damn, the foreplay was out of this world.
Donnchadh was a beast.
There were two fingers now fucking his ass, and Getty couldn’t be still. He kept bucking, jutting his ass farther out, feeling Donnchadh lapping at his balls. God, he was going to come if the man didn’t hurry up and get inside him.
“Now, Donnchadh!”
Donnchadh lined his cock up to Getty’s hole, and Getty felt a strange spurt. “What is that?”
“My natural lube, shorty. It’ll relax your muscles and provide lubricant for my cock invading your ass.”
There was definitely some perks to having sex with a demon.
Getty nearly went mad waiting for Donnchadh’s natural lube to work. He was about to beg for Donnchadh to hurry things up when he felt the blunt head pushing at his hole. Getty took matters into his own hands and slammed his ass back, seating himself as they both hissed and groaned.
“I think I just pushed the breath out of me.” Getty swallowed hard, sweat breaking out all over his body. He gripped the cushion so tightly that he feared he’d rip the fabric.
Donnchadh licked a path up Getty’s arm until he reached his shoulder, placing a kiss there before he asked, “Ready?”
Good god! The man’s eyes were dark steel. He was so fucking sexy that Getty nearly whimpered.
Donnchadh thrust his hips.
Getty did whimper.
“Your ass is so tight around my cock.” Donnchadh grabbed Getty’s hips and began to piston into him as he licked a path up his spine. Getty was thrilled that they were having sex again, had thought about it too damn often. Getty had even jerked off a few times thinking of their last sexual encounter.
“Donnchadh,” Getty groaned. “I want to see your face while we’re having sex.”
Donnchadh immediately stopped, pulled his cock free, and turned Getty over. He laid Getty on his back and then crawled over him. “Better?”
He nodded as he spread his legs, feeling empty without Donnchadh inside him. Donnchadh didn’t hesitate to guide his cock back into Getty’s body. He was mesmerized by the raw pleasure shooting across Donnchadh’s face. Fuck, were Getty’s feelings getting involved? Was he starting to fall for Donnchadh? He had no clue where this was going, how Donnchadh felt about him, but damn it, Getty really was getting attached to him.
Donnchadh settled a forearm on either side of Getty’s head, pulling gently at the strands of his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about getting back inside your body.”
“Is that all between us? Sex?” Getty wasn’t sure why he was making this personal. Donnchadh had never promised him anything, never made him believe that they could have a life together.
“You’re my mate, shorty. That means fate handpicked you for me,” Donnchadh answered as his hips circled, thrust forward, and then pulled back. “There’s so much more between us, but I can’t resist you whenever I’m around you.”
Getty pushed his arms under Donnchadh’s, holding on as he ran his fingernails down the man’s back. “Mates?” He twisted his lips and thought about that word and the meaning behind it. “So we’re it for each other?”
“No one else will do for me,” Donnchadh said. “Our souls are bound together for all eternity.”
Getty would think about that later. Much later. Because if he gave it any thought right now, he just might kick Donnchadh’s ass for not explaining any of this sooner.
Donnchadh’s eyes fluttered closed before he opened them, staring down at Getty as if he really saw him. “We’re it for each other.”
Donnchadh leaned forward and began to kiss Getty with slow, leisurely moves as Getty ran the tips of his fingers down the crack of Donnchadh’s ass.
Getty cried out when Donnchadh drove his cock deeper. The guy was well versed in the art of sex. He used all those honed muscles expertly.
Donnchadh nuzzled under Getty’s ear as his hips began to pick up speed.
The demon’s lips worked their way around Getty’s jaw, nipping at his skin, his tongue working magic. Getty finally wrapped his legs around his lover’s tapered waist, holding on tight and running his hands through Donnchadh’s dreads.
Donnchadh thrust forward, raw pleasure filling his face as his hips plowed into Getty’s ass.
“Yes…I’m there…Donnchadh!” Getty shouted as he was turned inside out, fearing his damn head just might explode. Donnchadh pressed his cock deep and then stilled, a wicked grin on his handsome face as he watched Getty shatter with his climax.
Just as Getty began to touch his feet back to earth, Donnchadh grabbed Getty’s hips and cut loose, thrusting so fast, so hard, and so goddamn deep that he felt every inch of the man.
Donnchadh snarled as his cock pulsed in Getty’s ass. Sweat glistened on his skin as he lay forward, careful of his weight, and rested his head next to Getty’s. “I’ve worked up an appetite.”
Getty petted his hand along Donnchadh’s hip. “Then you can prove to me just how good the wings are here.”
Donnchadh’s smile was breathtaking when he lifted his head. “Deal.”
Chapter Six
“That was amazing.” Getty leaned into Donny as they walked back to the apartment building. They’d stopped at Jake’s to grab a cup of coffee, and Donny wasn’t ready to go home just yet.
He slid his arm around Getty and felt a kind of peace he’d never experienced before. Right there in his chest, and it made him want to smile, want to shout in joy. He had the perfect man curled into his side.
Donny couldn’t believe how deep the feeling was inside of him. As if it could erase a lot of his fucked-up past, purge the memories and replace them with happy ones. It was as if his emotions were amplified with Getty. Warmth. Desire. Possessiveness. Pure fucking bliss.
Now he finally understood what the other warriors felt when with their mates, and that made Donny want to protect him that much more, because he never wanted those feelings to end—never wanted those pistons to stop firing in hi
s chest.
“I told you the wings were good.” Donny took a sip of his coffee. “Next I’m going to take you to Malcor’s.”
“The restaurant we just passed?” But Getty wasn’t looking behind them. He seemed ready to explore the rest of the city. The wonderment in his eyes made Donny smile. Made his damn jaws hurt from grinning so widely.
How could anyone abuse the trust that was shining all over Getty’s face? How could his own father discard it for his own selfishness? Donny had been in the house when the couple was fighting, had been ready to tear the woman apart for digging her claws into him.
He’d witnessed the grief on Getty’s face, the uncertainty, the hopelessness. His mate had threatened to put the woman out on her ass, and Donny had been ready to do just that. He needed a fucking medal for his restraint, and Donny never wanted Getty to return there, not when it brought him so much misery to be around the two.
“I feel like an old man.” Getty chuckled. “I want to explore, but I’m tired and ready to go back to your place.”
His mate had had a long day, and an even longer evening with their lovemaking session then dinner.
“I can show you what else Serenity City has to offer another time.” He kissed Getty’s forehead as they walked toward the alley that would lead them back inside.
“I’d like that.” Getty nodded. “When you mentioned the demon realm, I had a totally different picture in my head, but this”—Getty swung his arm out to encompass everything around him—“it’s amazing, Donnchadh. It feels so…magical.”
What was magical was his name on Getty’s lips.
His mate snickered.
“What’s so funny, shorty?” They were lingering at the mouth of the alley, sipping their coffee, Donny’s arm still around Getty.
“The demon realm a magical place.” He looked up at Donny. “But you’re a demon, and you definitely performed magic earlier.”
That fucking blush would be Donny’s undoing. His mate was so quiet, sweet, and reflective most of the time. A knit worked its way through his brow whenever he was deep in thought.
But it was the blush that surfaced whenever they were talking about something intimate that melted Donny’s heart.
“Is that the Black River you were talking about?” Getty pointed toward the grassy mound across the street from Jake’s and the other shops.
“Yep. It’ll take you to wherever you want to go. All you have to do is think of your destination.”
“It seems so pretty and serene.”
He led them inside and had been in his apartment all of five seconds when a knock sounded on his door. Donny opened the door, ready to tell whomever it was to piss off because he didn’t want his evening ruined, but he closed his mouth when he saw Panahasi standing there.
“Why aren’t you with Cadeym?”
“I had other things to take care of.” Donny waved a hand to invite the demon leader in, but Panahasi shook his head and motioned for Donny to join him in the hallway.
Getty had already gone to the living room and pulled out his laptop. Donny closed the door. “I had to get my mate to safety,” Donny said. “A hellhound already attacked him, and I wasn’t sure if there were any more in Maple Grove.”
“When was the last time you saw him?” Panahasi’s worried expression was rare. The man exuded confidence and power, but he had furrowed brows, and there was concern in his whiskey-colored eyes.
“We were outside Bistro,” Donny explained. “He said he was calling Deandre to help him.”
Panahasi shook his head. “Deandre never heard from him, and I can’t locate Cadeym. It’s as if he’s completely vanished.”
Shit. Why hadn’t Cadeym reached out to Deandre? Why wasn’t he answering his phone? What the hell could’ve happened to make a demon warrior invisible to Panahasi’s powers? “What can I do?”
“Nothing. You keep your mate safe. I’m going to Bistro to see if I can detect any sense of him.”
“You want me to sit this one out? A demon warrior is missing, which means all hands on deck. Getty will be fine in my apartment. He has work to do on his laptop, and I’ll leave Drake and Casey’s phone numbers if he needs anything.”
Donny had known Cadeym a very long time, and he wouldn’t just up and leave. But it was more than that. The guy couldn’t be detected by Panahasi. That worried Donny.
“Fine, the warriors are already heading to Maple Grove,” Panahasi said. “Kobe and Rainerio are staying behind to keep an eye on all the mates.”
“Let me leave the phone numbers and I’ll join you guys.” Donny went back into his apartment to find Getty typing away, seeming engrossed in what he was doing. Donny found a pad and pen and scribbled the phone numbers down.
“I have no idea what’s going on.” Getty looked up at him. “I got lots of work to do, and I’ll be fine here if you have to take off.”
His mate was very intuitive. “I’m leaving you the phone numbers of Panahasi’s mates. They live on the top floor. If you need anything, just give one of them a call. Preferably Casey.”
Because Drake was nothing but trouble, and Donny didn’t want Getty getting pulled into the guy’s shenanigans. He didn’t want Getty leaving the building, and if Drake was in one of his moods, he might drag Getty along with him.
Donny pressed his palms against Getty’s cheeks and gave him a quick kiss before he headed out, determined to find out what had happened to Cadeym.
* * * *
Getty was in the zone, completely focused on his work, a rhythm flowing as he uploaded the data. He wasn’t even sure how long Donnchadh had been gone by the time he looked up and stretched.
He would’ve been able to judge how long he’d been at it by the darkness outside, but Donnchadh had said Serenity City was always dark, so that was of no help.
Getty got up and went to the kitchen. It was his first time in there, and holy crap. It looked like one of those model kitchens at an expo. The cabinets were dark wood with dark brown marble countertops, the fridge was made of what looked like black glass, and a small gorgeous island stood in the middle, and fuck, everything in the room looked big.
Even the countertops were raised a little higher than normal.
Getty went to the fridge and was glad when he found it full. He dug through and found a can of soda. Still stuffed from the wings and fries, he ignored the food as he closed the door.
Getty wandered to the bathroom and oh my fuck. There were floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the lit city. There was a glass walk-in shower, and he was pretty sure he could take a bath in the sink. It was huge. The tile was cream and tan, and there were shelves inlaid into the walls that held decorative accent pieces.
He was afraid to use the bathroom because it was so clean and pretty. Getty set the can on the counter and took care of his business then played a little bit in the sink.
Who wouldn’t? The water flowed like a waterfall, and when he looked in the mirror, he noticed a tub. But it wasn’t a tub. It was more like a Jacuzzi.
It was the fanciest bathroom Getty had even been in.
Next he explored Donnchadh’s bedroom. It was just as amazing as the rest of the apartment. The color design in there was blacks, grays, and whites. There was a city view, a huge bed, a couch at the end of the bed, and in front of that was a flat-screen television.
Nope. Donnchadh was not a deadbeat. Far from it. If anything, Getty suspected the guy was loaded. That didn’t matter to him. Getty made damn good money at what he did. But it was nice to know Donnchadh wouldn’t be bumming money from him, which would’ve been a huge turn-off.
Then he heard his phone ringing. Getty ran back to the living room in hopes it was Donnchadh calling him. His excitement deflated when he saw it was his father. The second-to-last person he wanted calling him. Bimbo would be the last person he wanted to hear from.
Getty started to ignore it, but images of his house on fire or Bimbo destroying everything he owned in a hissy fit made him take the call. Dre
ad filled him, and he prayed his dad wasn’t calling to ask for money.
It wasn’t as though Getty could get it to him, anyway.
“Hello.”
“Getty, this is Amanda.”
For a moment Getty had no clue who that was, then he recognized her voice. Crap. Why was she calling him from Richard’s phone? “Yes?”
“Your dad is being taken to the clinic by ambulance. He was complaining of chest pains. I think he might be having a heart attack.”
Her voice was high-pitched and frantic, and she’d spoken bullet-fast.
“I think you need to get here,” she said. “He keeps asking for you.”
Getty’s chest felt tight, and his heart was thundering. “I’m on my way.”
He hung up and headed for the door, only to realize he wasn’t at home. How the hell was he supposed to get back to Maple Grove? Getty glanced at the pad of paper on the coffee table with the numbers scribbled on it.
He didn’t even know who Drake and Casey were. Why would they help him? Why should he trust them?
The Black River. Donnchadh had said that a person could go anywhere just as long as they had a destination in mind. There was one slight problem. The building didn’t have a front door. How was Getty supposed to get out of there?
Donnchadh’s apartment was too high up to use the windows, plus they didn’t open. He wanted to call Donnchadh, but the conversation in the hallway had sounded serious.
Yes, Getty had eavesdropped through the door and then run back to the sectional when he heard Donnchadh say he was coming back into the apartment. He wasn’t sure who Cadeym was, but he didn’t want to interrupt Donnchadh’s search for him.
But damn if Getty didn’t want Donnchadh with him, needed the support and comfort the guy always seemed to supply without even knowing he was giving it.
The strength that Getty just now realized he’d been leaning on, borrowing from. The deep timbre of his voice that always seemed to soothe Getty’s worries.
