Page 96 of The Devil's Dilemma

“They don’t need to know that, Mal.” Jason smiled at me. “Living with a demon takes a lot of getting used to. You have an advantage over me. I had no idea of their existence until I met Mal.”

“I didn’t know I was a half angel until a few months ago. I think we’re in the same boat, but I get what you mean. They’re so needy, don’t you think, though?”

“Hey.” Both demon and devil objected in unison.

It was nice to meet someone who’d been through the same as I had.

“How’s Zeke doing?” Dante asked. He and Mal stepped out of earshot, leaving me with Jason.

“You really didn’t know you were an angel?”

“Half angel, and no, but I’m getting used to it.” I led Jason to the kitchen, where I made the hot chocolate I’d been craving and handed him a mug.

“What about you and Mal? How did you find out?”

“Oh, you know. I approached his brother, Zeke, to bring back my dead husband. The usual.”

I spat out my drink. “What the fuck? They can do that?”

“Zeke’s no longer in the business, but others might. We just bury the bodies and reap the souls.”

“Catchy. You should use that on your website.” I knew Mal and Jason ran a funeral parlour down south.

“We try not to draw attention to ourselves anymore.”

I looked over at Mal. Big and brooding. “Good luck with that.”

Jason laughed. “He’s getting better with the humans.”

Dante and Mal shook hands again. What were they up to?

“Nice to meet you, Austin. Jason, it’s time for us to leave.”

“You’ll not stay for dinner?” Seemed they’d come an awful long way just for a quick five-minute meeting.

“I feel you’ll be busy very soon. A demon knows these things.” He winked at me, took Jason by the arm, and guided him to the door.

Dante glanced over at me, a feral look in his eye. A look I knew very well.

“Lovely to meet you.” I put my mug on the counter and was undressed before the door closed behind them.

I dashed to the bedroom, tackled from behind by an equally naked Dante, and pinned to the floor.

“About that fucking I promised you,” he growled in my ear, and my dick hardened.

He nestled between my legs and placed a scorching kiss on my lips. Setting me on fire.

I opened for him, and he entered me, pushing home, stealing my breath before breathing life back into me.

This was no gentle lovemaking. This was Dante—commanding and domineering, and I would never get enough of him.

We shuddered through our orgasms. We hadn’t even made it to the bed, but we lay there on the floor, sated and glowing.

Well, I glowed. After all that was my thing.

I was the boy with the light in his heart, and he was the prince of darkness, and together, we would burn the world.

The End