This is a continuation of Hunted, set many years after the end of the story.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Graphic violence, torture/mutilation, fire, death of a child, manipulation, omegaverse
Shutting the front door behind him, the scent of oven-roasted fowl filled Jessai's nostrils. A grin split his lips as his stomach let out an appreciative rumble. Hearing him, Uriel popped his reddish brown head of hair around the corner from the kitchen and grinned at the smaller man.
"Welcome home, babe! How's the pack meeting?" the djinn asked. He came around the corner, drying his hands on a towel before draping the towel on his shoulder. As he did, Jessai got a good look at his six-foot mate. Deceptively slim with russet skin and black eyes, one wouldn't assume that Uriel had the devil's blood.
Jessai smiled up at Uriel, meeting the djinn's lips for a brief kiss. "Fine. Moira wants to come spend the night, though, and said she has something to discuss with me. Are you okay with that? I didn't want to say yes without talking to you."
Uriel groaned, slumping and pressing his head into Jessai's shoulder. "But that means no morning sex."
Jessai laughed, bundling the djinn in his arms. "Tell you what... I'll text her that she can come over in an hour. We can bump uglies and take a quick shower before she gets here."
"What about dinner?" Uriel asked, even as he nuzzled into Jessai's neck.
"We can eat when she gets here," Jessai suggested. He shrugged out of his jacket and toed off his boots, then started pushing Uriel towards their loft bedroom. "I don't want her hearing us boink in the morning, so get your bestial urges out now."
Uriel snorted, but he suddenly leaned down and grabbed Jessai around the legs. The djinn stood smoothly, lifting a squeaking Jessai as he scrambled for any kind of purchase as he fell over Uriel's shoulder. He held the back of Jessai's knees securely and swatted the wolf's pert ass for good measure. Jessai growled and smacked the djinn's back in retaliation.
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"Let me down, you brute!" Jessai laughed, failing at trying to sound serious. Uriel, however, did not comply. "I still have to text Moira!"
"Later!" the djinn laughed and took the stairs three at a time, his bare feet slapping on the polished wood. With a shriek, Jessai toppled onto their bed, Uriel crashing down on top of him. Squirming under the larger man, Jessai laughed as Uriel's fingers attacked his sides.
"Stop stop stop!" Jessai begged, grinning widely with tears in his eyes.
Smirking, Uriel stopped his assault and instead claimed the wolf's lips, deepening the kiss with each second. Jessai melted into the kiss, opening his mouth and wrapping his arms around the djinn's shoulders. Groaning against Uriel's lips, Jessai tugged at the djinn's shirt, wanting to feel skin on skin. Uriel complied with the silent order, pulling back just for a moment to shuck off his shirt and toss it over his shoulder. Then his fingers were on the hem of Jessai's shirt, sliding under and tugging the shirt up. With each bit of skin revealed, Uriel covered the wolf's flesh in kisses and bites. Jessai hissed and groaned, squirming at the attention to his abdomen, and gasped when Uriel bit his nipple.
