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Epilogue

“ I knew I made the right call getting you this chair,” Oren said as he flicked the little pedal that made it recline.

It sent Luc flat onto his back with Oren sitting on his lap and looming over him, arms going around his neck. He could feel Luc’s cock underneath his ass. Could feel him hard and pulsing.

“Starting to get a feeling you got this chair for you, not me, hon,” Luc said, smirking.

Oren stuck his tongue out, rolling his hips into Luc’s. “You complaining?”

Luc’s fingers went to his hips, gripping hard and pulling him closer, rubbing their erections together. One claw slid around and pulled the waistband of Oren’s pants away from his skin to allow his tail to slither inside and tease Oren’s ass. “Not even a little bit.”

Oren arched into it, certain he’d never have enough of Luc and everything he was able to do to him. It was a damn good thing they had an eternity together. Oren planned to use every second.

“New batch is in, boss man.”

Oren whined against Luc’s chest, turning his head to find Zorun standing in the doorway to Luc’s office. His gigantic arms were crossed over his chest, and while Zorun never actually smiled, Oren saw a sadistic little twinkle in his eye as he stared at the tableau he had just interrupted.

Oren scowled back at him. That should teach him.

Zorun seemed unfazed, the overgrown moth. He tapped his nonexistent wristwatch with a sharpened claw. “Time’s a-ticking.”

“Fine. I’ll be right there,” Oren said, turning to Luc at the sound of the scoff that left his mouth.

“He said boss man.” Luc was dangerously close to pouting. “I’m boss man.”

“Yup,” Oren said, detaching from Luc and standing up from his lap. “And he came to inform you they’re here. You are now informed.”

“Great,” Luc said petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look at him pout,” a bored-sounding voice from behind Zorun said before one white-haired head poked around his wings.

“Azoth,” Oren said, “don’t tease the devil.”

“But he makes it so easy.” Another white-haired head joined the first one.

“Tarik,” Oren greeted. “Did you two bring Paisley?”

“Here,” Azoth said, walking out from behind Zorun, Paisley suspended in the air by a tentacle wrapped around Azoth’s tail.

“Safe and sound.” Tarik motioned toward Paisley, as if he were a host on a cheesy game show.

“Might have smacked it on a doorframe somewhere…”

“Still moving so it’s probably fine…”

“It’s made of stone, so…”

“Doorframe’s shit now though…”

“Might wanna call someone about it…”

“What the…? Oh my god, you two,” Oren screeched, rushing across the room to grab the baby demon.

The twins turned to Zorun the moment the baby was out of their hands—well, tails—mirror fingers creeping up his wide chest as they coiled closer.

Oren ignored them and walked over to Luc, putting a wiggling Paisley into his arms and leaning in to kiss his lips. He smiled against the kiss as he noticed Luc’s arms tensing and fingers twitching to hold him closer, but the tiny baby demon made it impossible to move.

For all his size and the danger spilling from him and his reputation for being the end of all things (dramatic), Luc was impossibly gentle with the baby demons, not daring to move in case he hurt them somehow. Paisley was ninety percent stone and he still acted as if she’d shatter if he moved with her in his arms.

It made Oren fall for him more every time he saw it.

He broke the kiss and brushed a stray lock of hair off Luc’s forehead, making sure to brush against the root of Luc’s horn. His smile turned into a smirk at the groan Luc let out, and he straightened up, heading for the door.

“Enjoy babysitting duty,” Oren said over his shoulder.

“You’re really not gonna let me greet the new sinners?” Luc called after him, frowning when one of Paisley’s tentacles smacked him across the face.

Oren shook his head. “I’m really not. We talked about this multiple times, Luc.”

“Yes, but…”

“And what did we say?”

“Not to scare them.” Luc scowled.

“Right. And what did you do last time?” Oren leveled him with a look and Luc mumbled something under his breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“I scared them,” he said with a sigh.

“Exactly. Which made them all rambunctious and made orientation hell.”

“But this is Hell!”

Oren rolled his eyes. “Yes, but we don’t need to behave like it is.”

Luc stared at him for a moment, before turning to Zorun. “What in Heaven does that even mean?”

“No clue.” Zorun shrugged, distracted as Azoth went for the buckle of his pants while Tarik was trying to unstrap his harness with deft fingers. “I usually tune out when he starts in with his weirdness…”

“Hey,” Oren said. “I thought we were friends.”

“Friends ignore each other all the time.”

“That’s not how friendship works.”

Zorun redid his leather pants for the second time, even though it looked like Azoth was gearing up for a third attempt. Zorun batted him away momentarily and leveled Oren with a flat stare. “You can file a complaint with corporate.”

“I’m sleeping with corporate.” Oren smirked. “I can make corporate make you be the best friend ever.”

“That’s uncalled for,” Zorun said over the sound of Tarik’s victorious cry and the thud of the harness hitting the ground.

“I can also have corporate put you on eternal twin-sitting duties,” Oren said, observing the three with amusement. “But something tells me you’d actually like that more than you should.”

Two pairs of red eyes fixed on Zorun, contemplative and calculating, and Zorun glared at Oren. “Well I’m gonna go now because the sinners have been waiting for a bit and they might start rioting soon.”

“I hate riots.” Oren frowned, bracing his hands on Zorun’s shoulders to push him out of the office.

“Hands off,” Luc said at the same time as Azoth and Tarik gripped one of Oren’s fingers each, prying his hands away from Zorun with identical murderous scowls on their faces.

Oren stopped touching Zorun right away, figuring he could allow Luc some bossing now that Oren had gotten his own way. Also, the twins really would probably try to murder him. In their own affectionate way, of course!

He turned around to blow Luc a kiss then trailed after Zorun and the twins to meet the new sinners.

“You owe me a blow job for this, hon,” Luc called after him, and Oren giggled as he held on to the doorframe.

“Tell you what,” Oren said, “if you manage to stay put and not show your face until the orientation is done, I’ll let you tie me up and fuck my face.”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake,” Zorun said, speeding away with a twin under each arm, dust rising in his wake.

“Deal,” Luc said, forked tongue slipping out to wet his lips, the motion going straight to Oren’s cock.

Dammit, he couldn’t get hard before orientation.

He scurried after Zorun, catching up to him just before the main entrance.

“He used to be scary, you know,” Zorun said just before they entered the mayhem of sinners and demons.

“Who? Luc?” Oren asked, giving him a devilish smirk. “Nah… I don’t see it at all.”