Priest (Trident Agency #2)

Epilogue

OLIVER

“Honey, I’m home.”

Oliver toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket, more tired than he’d even been after nearly getting blown all to hell. Working his new Angelic abilities for hours alongside Azriel was draining for him in a way he wasn’t used to, but they were making progress.

He hoped.

It was hard to tell most days, but Azriel seemed satisfied with what they were accomplishing.

He knew the rest of the Agency was trying to hunt down other leads on where Oz could be or the location of any other lab compounds. Each day, he went to Azriel’s, and Priest went to HQ or out to run down a possible lead with Knight, Slate, or Storm.

Priest had texted him an hour ago to say he was home for the day and making dinner. Oliver smiled to himself, warmth filling him. Things were still chaotic and scary, but in their home—because Priest had insisted it was both of theirs now that they were mated—away from the bigotry and hatred and threats, it was peaceful. Domestic.

He padded through the house, smiling when he entered the kitchen and found his sweet Demon stirring a large pot of something that smelled divine, wearing an apron that said Tongue-fuck the cook .

Which he planned on doing, after he ate.

“Hey,” Priest said, smiling as he set his spoon aside and stepped around the kitchen island. “You look a little tired, love.”

“I’m a lot tired, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Priest frowned, not appreciating his joke.

“I’m okay.” He stepped up into his mate’s space and tipped his face up, silently asking for a kiss. He got one, of course.

Priest devoured his mouth, acting like he hadn’t seen Oliver for weeks instead of hours. Not that he minded. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around his Demon’s shoulders and held on to his hair, opening for Priest’s flickering tongue.

After several molasses-thick minutes, Priest raised his head, running his thumb along Oliver’s lower lip. His eyes were black as sin, a match to Oliver’s new irises.

“Did you see him today?”

Oliver’s heart twisted in his chest as he shook his head. “Not today.”

He’d been going to Azriel’s every day for two weeks, working on focusing their powers on the lost Nephilim, and he hadn’t seen or spoken to Poe once. He knew he was there—he could sense him as soon as he was within the wards that hid Azriel’s place—and Az reassured him he was doing okay. But Poe wasn’t ready to see him or be seen. Not yet.

As much as Oliver understood, it still hurt to be so close to him and be kept at arm’s length. He knew that Poe had been hoping for peace and quiet, and Oliver showing up not long after he and Azriel had retreated there wasn’t helping. Oliver had offered his and Priest’s place to work, but Azriel hadn’t wanted to be away from Poe for hours every day.

“I’m sure he’ll be ready soon,” Priest reassured him, just like he did each evening.

“Me too.” He nuzzled against Priest’s face. Soon was subjective, after all. Now that Poe was a Vampire and Oliver was part Angel and mated to a Demon—who knew how many decades or centuries they’d have on Earth together.

“Hungry? Dinner is ready.”

He brushed Priest’s hair back from his forehead. “Always.”

“Unf, yes,” Oliver moaned, arching his back to try and take Priest deeper. He sank onto his forearms and pressed his forehead against the mattress. “Just like that, baby.”

He felt a surge of happiness from his mate at the endearment, just like always, but it was quickly swallowed up by the raw lust enveloping them. Priest’s clawed hands were holding his hips as he rammed into him fast and hard, pricking at his skin and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

He loved when they came together slowly and tenderly, making love for hours until they were both sated and dehydrated. But he also loved this, when it was borderline aggressive as Priest took him with his huge Incubus cock.

Priest shuttled in and out of his body, his growly purr filling the air around them as he siphoned off some of Oliver’s power to top himself off. The tug on his essence sent him higher, filling him up in a different way instead of stealing from him like everyone said it would.

Warmth settled on his back, Priest’s voice rasping in his ear. “You weren’t lying; you are hungry.”

Oliver smiled against their soft sheets. “Starved. Give me more. Harder.”

“Hold on, little human,” Priest ordered, voice barely more than a rumble.

He wrapped his fingers in the bedding, grunting with each slam of Priest’s cock in his ass. His whole body jolted forward and then was jerked back by Priest’s bruising grip. It was overwhelming. The wet sounds, Priest’s rumbling purr, the rough friction on his knees and forearms. It all combined with the mounting pleasure inside him, driven higher every time Priest sank fully inside him, stretching him to the max.

He wanted the feelings to go on forever, but he knew it couldn’t. He was already so close, and Priest’s orgasm was barreling down on him as well. Just as he was reaching the pinnacle, his throbbing cock untouched where it swung with each of Priest’s thrusts, his Demon’s warm body covered his once more.

Instead of words though, sharp teeth bit into his neck, causing an explosion of euphoria to explode beneath his skin. “Oh gods!”

Priest growled, fangs still inside him, and his hips jerked a few more times before pressing as deep as possible and holding. Warmth filled Oliver—in his wrecked hole and spreading from his refreshened mate bite. It would never even heal all the way if Priest didn’t sneakily use his powers on Oliver. It was such a small wound it didn’t take much strength from him, but Oliver didn’t like the idea of his Demon going out searching for the evil people who’d terrorized their friends without a full tank.

It was a while before Priest pulled his softened cock out and then gave them a bare-minimum cleanup before flopping onto the bed, half on Oliver’s back and pressing his face against his neck.

“Mm. We should go eat dinner,” Oliver said sleepily, his limbs feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds.

“It’ll keep.” Priest didn’t move a muscle. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Slow,” he mumbled, turning his head to try and peer down at his mate, but all he could see was the top of his disheveled head. “Az swears we’re making progress, but I can’t feel it. What about you?”

Priest grunted and squirmed up on the bed until they were face-to-face. He was practically glowing, so full from constantly feeding off Oliver. It filled him with immeasurable pride, knowing he kept his sweet Incubus completely sated.

“We might have a lead.”

That woke Oliver up a bit more. “Really?”

Priest nodded, the tips of their noses brushing. “One of the analysts ID’d one of the guys in the video with Oz. Turns out, he’s the son of some obscure prince from the Pravaria Kingdom in the south that borders the Griffin’s empire.”

“Wow.” Oliver turned that new information over in his head. “He’s a long way from home. Do you think they have Oz stashed in Pravaria?”

“Maybe,” Priest conceded. “But it seems more likely to keep everything here, where whoever is in charge can keep a tight grip on the ranks.”

“How does IDing this guy help then?”

“The royal family owns estates in pretty much every country on the continent.”

Oliver’s eyes widened. “You think he has access to all of them and they have Oz hidden away right under our noses.”

“That’s exactly what we think.”

He chewed on his lip until Priest stopped him with a gentle touch.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy now that you and Azriel will have somewhere more specific to focus your searches.”

“That’ll be really helpful. It’s just… Keeping someone as powerful as a Nephilim locked down—even with magic—would be extremely difficult and dangerous. It would take someone, or a group of someones, with incredible strength to do it.” He met Priest’s understanding eyes. “Getting him free will be a lot more difficult than Poe and the others from the compound. And you and Jeremiah got really hurt already.”

Priest cupped the side of his face. “My sweet, worried little human. We have tricks up our sleeves we haven’t come close to losing. We’ll get him back.”

But at what cost?

He did his best to shield the thought, not wanting Priest to think he doubted him and his Demon even for a second. But he hated knowing he’d have to watch Priest walk into danger over and over again. That was who he was, who the whole Trident Agency was. They stepped in when no one else would or could.

It pleased him to no end that his mate was such an amazing person.

But it also terrified him.

He couldn’t lose him.

“Shh.” Priest brushed his thumb over Oliver’s cheekbone. “You won’t. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come home to you. If nothing else, trust in that.”

He nodded, eyes burning with tears, and buried himself in Priest’s chest, holding him tightly. They lay like that for a long time, stroking each other, dropping random kisses on whatever body part they could reach, and soaking in each other’s warmth and love.

When his stomach started growling, Priest dragged him out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen, neither of them bothering to get dressed. Priest dished up an incredibly aromatic beef stew, and they sat together, eating quietly and holding hands.

He was almost finished with his second bowl when Priest’s phone went off where he’d left it earlier on the kitchen counter. Sighing, Priest went to check it, his back muscles freezing as he gazed down at the screen.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s from Knight,” Priest said slowly, spinning to face Oliver. His jaw was tense, and he fisted his hair with his free hand. “He says he found where Oz is being kept, and he’s going to try and break in tonight.”

“On his own?” Oliver asked, voice pitching up as he scrambled to his feet.

“Fucking martyr.” Priest typed something into his phone and then tossed it back onto the counter. He strode over and clasped Oliver’s face between his hands. “Sweetheart, I might have to go back into the office for a little while. Unexpected late-night meeting.”

Oliver rolled his eyes at his odd sense of humor. “Yes, dear. But I’m coming with you. Time for a sit-down and firm talk with that troubled coworker of yours.”

Priest gazed into his eyes as his emotions swirled, bombarding Oliver. Fear was most prevalent, but acceptance was right behind it. “Have you been working on your teleporting with Azriel?”

Nodding, Oliver slowly took a breath and let it out, then used his powers to move his body to the other side of the kitchen and back. He didn’t land exactly where he’d been before—one of Priest’s fingers ended up in his mouth—but it was still pretty damn impressive if he did say so himself.

“Together,” Oliver said softly.

Priest clasped the back of his neck and pulled him close, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Together.”

Always .

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