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There was a dead body in my bookshop. Again.
Other than our height, which matched at six foot three, nothing visibly marked us as brothers. My black hair was kept short and styled. Where Mori and Harlow followed the current trends, I tended to live in suits, much to their amusement.
As princes of Hell, the four of us once ruled the inner circle, holding the reins over the dukes and duchesses.
With a slim figure, floppy curly hair, and standing at a whopping five foot seven, many people questioned how I successfully disciplined students who towered over me, but it worked well for me.
Not like demons. Our love was rare but all-consuming. When we fell in love and marked another as our own, that was it for us.
Standing at about five foot seven, the man scanned the crowd as though he were looking for someone. Even at this distance, my superior eyesight could pick out the light dusting of freckles across his nose. His eyes were green with flecks of gold and were wide as he cast his gaze across the dance floor. He bit his lip and shook his hands like he was expending nervous energy. My eyes zipped down his lean body. Unlike most clubgoers, his skin was covered by a light-blue buttoned shirt and tight black jeans. His dark hair was longer on top, distracting curls falling across his forehead.
The man was breathtaking. We’d been joking about finding me a Tom Ellis lookalike and, fuck me, this guy could pass as a better-looking version. I took it back. Judging by how my libido was reacting to the stubble on his jaw, I did not need the clean-cut look. The god before me was tall, dark, and handsome, and if that wasn’t already enough of a perfect package, he was wearing a tailored suit, in a club. My mouth dried up as I noted the way the cut did nothing to hide the muscled physique beneath. His chiselled cheekbones were framed by eyes the colour of aged whisky.
Bodies pressed close to us as we moved to the beat, but there wasn’t a lick of fear or anxiety in sight. All I could focus on was the feel of Cal’s breath on my neck, his arms keeping me safe from being knocked, and the thick length of him pressed against my lower back. If the size of him before had been intimidating, it was nothing compared to the beast now grinding against me. If the state of my own erection was anything to go by, my body was raring to take him for a spin. I was almost giddy with relief that my libido hadn’t fucked off entirely. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d
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There was no conscious thought as he lowered his face and his lips brushed over mine, soft and full. Heat shot through me at the contact. It was everything and somehow, not quite enough. Pushing onto my tiptoes once more, I deepened the kiss, twisting my fingers in his hair. My tongue ran over his lips, demanding entry. He complied and his tongue tangled with mine. Cal growled deeply as something in him seemed to snap. His fingers dug into my hips, almost to the point of pain, as he returned my kiss with fervour.
He reached up and brushed a soft kiss against my lips. “Take me home.” “You sure?” His chin lifted. “Yes. I want you to take me to your place and make me forget my name.”
Hell, if I had my way, Oscar would never leave the safety of my embrace again. Demons were very possessive when we found something we wanted.
“Well, while it’s been fun watching you experience emotions other than anger for the first time, we have a trap to walk into.”
The good thing about being a teacher? All the holidays. The bad thing? Everyone else also being on holiday.
I couldn’t go down like this, killed in broad daylight by two thugs talking in riddles. Think of the issues it would cause. Who would take my classes next year? The timetable had been a nightmare to get sorted in the first place.
“You followed a hookup from the club home, watched him through his window, broke into his house and cuddled him in his sleep, and then gave him some supernatural claiming mark?”
“You’ve not treated me any other way so far…aside from the creepy stalker behaviour.” “Shh. I thought we agreed to forget that ever happened.” “I promised no such thing. In fact, I’m probably going to bring it up daily.”
You don’t want to get off the sofa? I’ll sit with you. You’re having an anxiety attack? I’ll talk you through it. No matter what you’re thinking or going through, I’ll be at your side. Nothing about you can scare me away. That’s the good thing about demons. Your darkness cannot contend with mine.”
I may have given Oscar the option to walk away from me, but all of Hell wouldn’t be enough for me to walk away from him.
His hand wound through my hair at the back of my head, pulling me down until our lips met and everything escalated. Molten heat erupted under my skin as I pushed our bodies together, not leaving a whisper of space between us. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, demanding entry. I relented with a whimper, the sinful way he moved his tongue leaving me breathless.
“We should go somewhere.” “I am going somewhere,” I said as I kissed my way down Oscar’s torso. “Right now, I’m heading for your cock, but feel free to redirect me.”
“Does he really believe I’m so weak that I need a babysitter? I made it through thirty-four years of life without needing him to swoop in and save the day.”
“That’s not it at all. None of us thinks you’re weak. For Satan’s sake, you teach teenagers. Willingly. If that doesn’t show you’ve got a core of steel, I don’t know what will.”
I leaned up and caught his mouth with mine. We stumbled into the shower, neither of us wanting to let go for a second. Hot spray rained down on us as our hands ran over every inch of exposed skin. We touched as though we’d been separated for two months, not two days.
“I can’t decide if that’s hot or deranged.” He shot me a wink as he tied a towel around his waist. “Always both, sweetheart.”
“Bestie, time for another demonic boyfriend lesson. If Cal had his way, he’d chain you to his bedpost and wait on you hand and foot for the rest of eternity if that kept you safe. He’s trying to be more…human, for your sake.”
I took his lips again, deepening the kiss until we were both gasping for air and rutting against each other. I was about to suggest taking this to the bedroom when a question occurred to me.
We didn’t make it all the way into the bedroom. Oscar’s arms were around my neck, his hands entwined in my hair as he kissed me passionately. His hips were gyrating against my stomach as his legs wound around my back. Small moans fell from his lips as our tongues fought for dominance. Unable to wait any longer, I swung to the left and rested his butt on the console table.
He stepped back from me, his hands pulling his top over his head. Considering his protests a second ago, I was surprised at how fast he was getting into this. Twisting around, he wiggled off his tiny shorts and kicked them away along with his shoes. Biting his lip, he turned to face me. His cock was erect and flushed.
I love how inquisitive he is. He has hundreds of questions about every topic. I love how he seems shy at first, but once he’s comfortable in a situation, he comes out of his shell. I love how when he reads, he glares at me if I interrupt him. I love how he interacts with my brothers and keeps us all on our toes. I love how he wants to be constantly touching me. I love how he curls up on my lap after dinner and lets me carry him around the house. Most of all, I love how he’s brought a light to my life that I didn’t know I was missing.”
“I love you, Cal. Before you, I was living half a life, but you have made me whole again. You’ve given me the confidence to embrace everything I once loved and the courage to be the person I want to be.” I took a deep breath, unsure if there was a protocol or something I should be following. Fuck it, I was just going to go with what felt right. “I’m honoured that you chose me to give your mark to, and nothing would make me happier than accepting your bond.”
“I’m sure there’s another reason…ah yes! You should move in with me because I’m desperately in love with you and the thought of you sleeping in a different bed makes me want to peel my skin off.”
“Every day, I thank my lucky stars you decided to stalk me home.”
“I should probably tell you that’s crazy because it is,” I whispered. “But for some reason, your brand of crazy is fucking hot.”
“Cal, I will choose you every day, over everyone and everything else. Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?” “Yes.” His voice was thick with emotion. “I want to be yours in every way possible. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
There was laughter and shouts of congratulations as they heeded Cal’s warning. Alone in the shop, Cal kissed his way down my neck, his hands moving to strip me of my clothes. My head lolled back against him, revelling in his touch. No matter how much I got of him, it was never enough.
