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Once he was satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt his mate, he removed his fingers from Amir’s ass and stopped stroking his cock. Amir started to protest, but Dante quickly silenced him by crushing their mouths together. He swiped his forked tongue through Amir’s mouth, tickling the roof with one side while wrapping the other around Amir’s tongue.

As he took Amir’s mouth over and over, he easily manipulated his mate’s small body until they faced each other. They both kneeled, resting on their heels, Dante keeping Amir secure with his arm around Amir’s waist, the disparity between Amir’s slender frame and Dante’s massive one more pronounced in gargoyle form.

Dante fisted both of their heated lengths with his still-slippery hand, stroking them slowly together. His tail slithered around Amir’s body, caressing his back in time with Dante’stugs. He lifted Amir with the arm embracing him, his tail snaking its way into his crease, nudging his hole.

Amir tensed, and Dante broke the kiss. “I can still stop.”

He shook his head. “No, I was just surprised. His face was flushed, his eyes hooded. “Please, I need this.”

Dante nibbled the side of Amir’s neck and continued stroking their cocks together. The knob of his tail circled Amir’s opening, teasing, then pressed against the rim. Instead of recoiling as Dante had feared, Amir pushed back against the appendage, rocking against it, his tight hole stretching around Dante’s knob.

With a rush, the knob slid inside Amir, Dante gasping at the sensation. The end of his tail wasn’t as sensitive as his cockhead, but was still a major erogenous zone that heightened his pleasure. Dante gently moved his tail inside Amir, testing his reaction. Clearly, Amir was ready to take it all, throwing back his head, moaning and writhing as he rode the bumpy knob.

Dante let out a feral growl as his sac tightened, his fingers flying over their cocks, his tail fucking Amir deep and hard. His knob pulsed, and his body froze, every muscle locking as he roared out his release, warm cum erupting over his fingers. Amir made a strangled gasp, grabbing Dante’s shoulders as he shot his seed, the sticky dew mixing in with Dante’s.

Amir went limp, Dante supporting his sweaty body with both arms now. Their labored breathing gradually slowed, and Dante started to gently ease his tail from Amir’s ass, but his mate clenched.

“No, not yet,” Amir whispered against Dante’s neck, his head resting on his shoulder. “It’s like the knot, only better.”

Dante chuckled. “Better?” He wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or a dig.

“Yeah. I like all those bumpy parts.”

Dante smiled. His mate never ceased to amaze him.

“Should I assume you’re interested in a repeat?”

Amir worked his ass around the knob, ripping a startled groan from Dante.

“Oh yeah,” cooed Amir. “Many, many repeats.”

Chapter Eleven

Amir paced up and down the hallway of the gargoyle lair’s private quarters. Being stuck in the lair while the gargoyle Slayers handled the aftermath of the battle meant that he and Dante hadn’t been able to relocate to their new home. After a lengthy discussion and consultation with the archangel Michael, they’d decided to accept the guardianship in the Northern Cascade mountains.

He rubbed his lower back, wincing as another wave of tightness rolled through him. So much had happened over the past few weeks that very little had been discussed regarding the birth. However, he was ninety-nine percent sure that the pain that suddenly hit him in the last hour was a contraction.

If Dante didn’t return soon, he’d miss the birth of their first child.

Amir’s lower lip trembled, the worry that Dante wouldn’t be by his side when he gave birth hurting as much as the contractions that were building in strength. His thoughts were interrupted as another contraction sliced through his body. He clutched his swollen belly, grimacing. His breathing came out in harsh pants, and the stone walls of the lair seemed to close in on him.

"Ezekiel!" he called out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit hallways. The gargoyle healer was already preparing for the birth, but this sudden onslaught of pain indicated that the baby wasn't planning on taking its time.

The sound of rapid footsteps approached, and Ezekiel appeared a moment later, his stoic face betraying a hint of concern. "Amir," he began, his voice steady and grounding. "I fear your little one is in a hurry to enter this world."

Ezekiel wrapped an arm around his shoulders, his strength helping Amir keep upright as the contractions came faster. An idle thought passed through Amir’s mind that Dante would have a fit because Ezekiel was touching him. He started to laugh but ended up gritting his teeth instead.

As Ezekiel Amir led Amir to their makeshift birthing suite, his heart thundered as the reality that he was about to give birth sunk in. Of all the unexpected changes he’d gone through in the past month,thatone beat all.

When they reached the cool and dimly lit room, Ezekiel guided him to a large chair, similar to what a dentist would use, but with an opening in the seat. Amir’s eyes widened as the purpose of the unusual piece of furniture struck him.

He dug in his heels. “Wait!”

Ezekiel paused, gazing down at him with a creased brow. “What’s wrong? Has the baby stopped moving?”

Amir opened his mouth to speak, but Ezekiel’s cryptic remark knocked the words right out of him.

“I-I don’t know. They were kicking a bunch this morning, but then I couldn’t get comfortable in bed, so I started walking around, thinking I’d slept wrong or pulled a muscle. Of course, that was probably the labor starting, but…” Tears filled his eyes. “I’ve been focusing on the pain and…”

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