⭐️ 3.5/5 — Sweet and sexy, but too much mystery and action for my romance-loving heart 😬
🌶 3/5 — When your incubus demon lover’s rocking fangs, thorns, a forked tongue, and a huge dick… yeah, things get pretty hot. 😈🔥
💭 My Rambling 💭
I loved the relationship between Priest and Oliver — it’s soft, intimate, and possessive in that perfect “he’s mine” kind of way I live for. Priest being all tactile and jealous? Yeah, gimme more of that, please. 🤌🏻💋✨️
But the mystery and action subplot? Ehh… a bit too much for me. 🙈 I wanted more romance and cozy demon-snuggling time, less world-saving chaos. Still, it’s a pretty solid read with heart and heat. 💖
😈😇 The MCs 😈😇
🖤 Priest — An incubus demon and outcast in the supernatural world, Priest lives with a hunger that never ends—feeding but never feeling full, surviving on control and exhaustion. As the Trident Agency’s second-in-command, he’s earned power and respect through sheer grit. Beneath the steel, though, is a man aching to be seen beyond the monster he’s forced to be. He’s been pining for Oliver for nearly a year, and no matter how hard he tries to stay composed, he still gets tongue-tied every time he’s near him. 😈💤
🤍 Oliver — Soft-spoken yet quietly strong, Oliver is all warmth and light in a world that bites. With his glasses, sweater vests, and a bookshop that smells like safety, he’s the kind of human who loves without trying and sees good in everything. Raised in a cult-like family that despised Supes, he escaped and built a quiet life of his own. Gentle, grounded, and unknowingly magnetic, he’s peace in human form—and the one thing Priest can’t stay away from. But Oliver is far more than he seems. 👓📚
🛡 Bodyguard Energy, But Make It Emotional 🥹💞
Quote: (Priest)
“I have to protect you. I have to do everything in my power to keep you safe because I don’t think I could live in this world without you now that I know how perfect we are together.”
💭 And just like that, my hopeless romantic heart did a full somersault. Who gave him the right to sound this soft and protective? 😭💞🤌🏻
You can’t just say things like that and expect me to breathe normally. My heart’s filing for early retirement. 😮💨💘✨
🥵❤️🔥 Dominant at Night, Devoted by Day 🌞💖
Quote:
Priest pulled out and then thrust back in, holding Oliver’s eyes. “You’re not going to run off like that again, are you?”
Oliver shook his head, but he didn’t say anything.
“No. Because if you do, next time, you won’t get the pleasure of my cock inside you.”
Oliver sucked in a quick breath.
“No, if I have to chase you down again, I will throw you over my shoulder.” He thrust hard. “Carry you back home.” Another. “And tie you to this fucking bed.” One more, even harder, driving Oliver an inch up the bed. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Priest. I understand,” Oliver moaned, still holding Priest’s eyes, even though his were heavy-lidded. His long, slender cock lay untouched between them, but it was practically purple, the tip drooling precum obscenely.
“Good. That’s good,” Priest said through gritted teeth, picking up his pace, beginning to chase his own pleasure as well. Oliver looked like one wrong move and he was flying over the edge, and Priest wanted to be there with him. “You are precious to me, Oliver. I will not be held responsible for what I do if you were to get hurt or be taken from me.”
Some of the lust cleared from Oliver’s eyes as he blinked a few times. “I’m right here. I’m safe.”
💭 Priest in the bedroom? That man’s all command and control — filthy, sharp, dominant as fuck, like he’s built to ruin Oliver in the best way possible. But the moment they step out? He’s that protective, adorably cuddly, jealous-as-hell sweetheart who side-eyes every man that so much as breathes in Oliver’s direction 😂.
It’s that duality, baby — the beast and the gentleman in one body. He’ll snarl “mine” one second, then bring Oliver breakfast in bed the next 🍞🍊☕🔥. And that mix? That’s what makes him so fucking irresistible. 😍❤️🔥
📝 TLDR 📝
Pick this one up if you’re into:
😈 Incubus demon with a forked tongue, fangs, and dangerous charm
❤️🔥 Jealous, possessive, tactile MC who turns into a softie outside the bedroom
👓 Sweet, gentle MC who makes even a demon melt
🕵🏻♂️ A dose of mystery and action mixed with your romance
💞 Found family, loyalty, and that “you’re my whole damn world” kind of love
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Quotes: ⚠️ Spoilers ⛔️
“Could he kill me?” Oliver had asked a few weeks after meeting the Demon.
Azriel rolled his eyes and muttered several words in a language Oliver didn’t understand before flashing teeth in a grimace trying to be a smile. “Yes, he could kill you. But he wouldn’t. That’s not his nature.”
“That’s not an Incubus’s nature?” Oliver asked, his entire body humming with skepticism.
Azriel laughed. “Oh, darling. No. An Incubus would definitely consume you until you were dead. But Priest wouldn’t. It’s not in his nature. He’s a bodyguard. A protector. His entire life is keeping little lost lambs like you safe.”
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Just before he slipped away, he swore he heard Priest say, “We can do whatever you want. I’d do anything for you.”
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“Step one, grab stick. Step two, remove from ass,” Priest told him. “He’s here. He’s just with Azriel right now.”
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“Sweetheart—”
“No,” Oliver said. His voice was still strong. He opened his eyes, and they were bright Angel blue. “I’m okay. I’m here.”
Priest collapsed against him, rolling them to the side and wrapping around him like he was afraid to let go. “Promise me you won’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Priest buried his face in the back of Oliver’s neck. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”
He heard Oliver’s smile in his happy hum, and he grinned when Oliver nuzzled back against him. “For as long as you want.”
-
When he started to push inside, Oliver’s body couldn’t handle it. He was so oversensitive from his orgasm he immediately whimpered and shook his head.
Priest shushed him, stroking his thighs and not moving. “Just this much,” he groaned, only the head of his cock breaching Oliver.
He nodded wobbly. “Yeah, just that much.”
Priest wrapped a hand around his shaft and jerked himself, staring at where he disappeared inside Oliver’s body.
When liquid heat splashed against his insides, Oliver moaned, finally letting his legs relax. He mewled pathetically when Priest gripped the back of his thighs and kept them in place, dipping down and using his slender tongue to gently push his come back inside Oliver’s aching body. If he had even an ounce of strength left, he was sure he would get hard again just from the feeling.
Once he was satisfied, Priest crawled up to him, plastering himself to Oliver’s front, pressing the softest of kisses right over Oliver’s thudding heart, and then resting his head on his chest. Oliver caressed his shoulders and neck, scratching at his scalp and just lounging, enjoying the feeling of his fucked-out body and the amazing Demon who had brought him so much pleasure.
He thought maybe Priest had fallen back asleep and was considering taking a short snooze himself before repacking the overflowing duffel bag when Priest said quietly, “I have to protect you. I have to do everything in my power to keep you safe because I don’t think I could live in this world without you now that I know how perfect we are together.”
Tears burned at the back of his eyes. Oliver stroked his hair, murmuring soft, encouraging words, letting him know he understood.
-
Oliver’s gaze was fixed on him, eyes half-lidded, pupils dilated. He looked like he was in a trance, but then he reached for the hem of his shirt and smiled. “Say please.”
Priest’s throat went dry. “Please.”
Oliver removed the shirt, letting it fall to his feet. He took several more steps. His knees hit the bed. His lithe, perfect, clever fingers touched the button on his jeans. “And this?”
Priest pushed up on his elbows and bared his fangs. “More. All of it. Show me what’s mine.”
-
Priest pulled away and took Oliver’s chin carefully in his claws. “I love you.”
Oliver shuddered, his eyes closing. “Tell me again.”
Priest sank his fangs into Oliver’s neck, not enough to break the skin, but nearly. He felt those threads in his chest reaching for Oliver’s, twisting together—bright and overwhelming. It was impossible to deny it now. This was his mate. His forever. The soul the universe had chosen to be his and only his.
All he had to do was sink into him and taste him, and they would be bonded forever.
“I love you,” he said again. He forced his shift as far back to human as his hunger would allow, and he caught Oliver’s gaze. He knew his eyes were still black. His vision was distorted by his Demon, picking up on the heat radiating off Oliver’s skin like an aura sunset. He took a breath. “You are mine.”
“Yes.”
Priest shook his head. “I need you to understand. You… you are mine. My—”
“Your mate,” Oliver said. “I know.”
How?
Oliver laughed, and Priest realized he had read the question from his mind. “I don’t know how. I just do. I feel it. I need you, Claude.”
He had never, ever thought he would enjoy hearing his given name on the lips of anyone until that moment. His eyes went hot, acidic tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
“I’m not just yours, okay? You’re mine too. I want this. I want the bond. I feel like I’m going to die without it.”
-
“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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⚠️ Detailed spoilers below ⛔️
RC and MCs:
😈😇 MM, strict top/bottom
😈😇 Claude aka Priest yo and Oliver yo
😈😇 Priest: Incubus Demon. One of the founding members and the second-in-command of the Trident Agency. He can fly and suck the energy from almost any creature.
😈😇 Oliver: Human mixed with Angel, bookstore owner. He can teleport and has premonition.
😈😇 Priest in human form: Top, black eyes, soft tan complexion, muscular, 10inches/25cm
😈😇 Priest in Demon form: forked tongue, darker black eyes with faint flicker of flames, claws, face lengthened and sharpened, grayish black complexion like unpolished hematite, and long, twisted horns on his temples.
😈😇 Oliver in human form: Bottom, light brown hair that was prone to waves, hazel eyes, black-rimmed glasses, short, lithe, pale complexion
😈😇 Oliver in angel form: bright blue eyes
Genre and tropes:
😈😇 MM paranormal romance
😈😇 Incubus Demon x human mixed angel
😈😇 Paranormal action
😈😇 Mystery/thriller subplots
😈😇 Fated mates
😈😇 Slow-burn for a fated mates
😈😇 Mutual pining
😈😇 Priest has been pining over Oliver for almost a year, but Oliver only knows it for the past couple of weeks after Poe and Azriel told him.
😈😇 Found family
😈😇 Age gap
😈😇 Size difference
😈😇 Stalker-ish MC (Priest)
😈😇 Protective, tactile MC (Priest)
😈😇 J/P MC (Priest)
😈😇 Touch him and die
😈😇 Kind, sweet MC (Oliver)
😈😇 Pet names: Sweetheart, little human, darling, little angel, dear, beloved, baby, sweetheart
Safety info:
😈😇 Angst: Medium
😈😇 OPD: Azriel the Angel considers Oliver as his friend and little brother, he occasionally kisses Oliver on the cheek or forehead, and that makes Priest jealous sometimes.
😈😇 Cheating/sharing: No
😈😇 Third act breakup: No
😈😇 Ending: HEA
😈😇 Epilogue: Yes
😈😇 POV: Dual, 3rd person
😈😇 Series structure: Interconnected standalone
Spice and kinks:
Forked tongue (Priest), blowjob, frotting, rimming, bareback, hand collaring, tongue fucking, just the tip, pushes cum back in (hole, with tongue), sex in shifted form, mating bite/bond bite
CW/TW:
Recreational drug use (secondary character), alcohol consumption, serious injury by fire/explosion, presumed dead friend, abandoned by parents (mentioned past), bigoted family (mentioned past), and forced medical experiments (secondary characters' past), explicit sexual content