Donnchadh - Lynn Hagen Page 0,36

held one of Getty’s arms, making it impossible for him to get free.

“If you don’t call Donnchadh, I’ll let my friends snack on you.” Ari drew closer, the air around him filled with menace. “And if you aren’t aware, a hellhound bite for a human is fatal.”

The guy on Getty’s right leaned in close and sniffed at him. He smiled, showing off his sharp canines. “Please resist.”

The one on Getty’s left transformed into a huge Rottweiler. Getty was terrified of dogs, and seeing a Rottweiler snarling at him made him feel faint.

The dog’s ears were flat, his muzzle was pulled back, and saliva dripped from his mouth. His nails looked razor-sharp and would tear skin from bones.

“Call him,” Ari repeated.

It was the last thing Getty wanted to do. He wasn’t dealing with regular dogs. One bite and he was dead.

Donnchadh, please forgive me.

Getty shouted his warrior’s name as tears trickled down his cheeks. He’d betrayed the man he loved. And yes, he loved Donnchadh.

Ari snatched Getty from the guy holding him and tossed him back into the cage, locking it.

“Get ready,” Ari said to the two men. “Take him down quickly. Don’t give him a chance to—”

Donnchadh appeared behind the thug who’d held Getty and stabbed him in the head. The guy exploded as the dog barked and lunged.

Donnchadh spun, snarled, and attacked. He moved so fast that Getty could barely keep up with his movements. The Rottweiler stood on his hind legs and snapped at Donnchadh’s throat, and Getty feared the dog would bite him.

He held his breath as he watched Donnchadh knock the hellhound sideways and drive his knife deep.

Another explosion of dust.

“Not so fast.”

Getty jerked his head to the side and saw Ari holding out a gun. It was pointed right at him.

“A gun?” Donnchadh seethed. “A preternatural with powers is using a gun?”

Ari shrugged. “It’s most effective against humans. I pull the trigger and your mate is dead.”

Getty had no clue how this guy knew Donnchadh was his mate. He also didn’t like being a tool for Donnchadh’s demise. “That’s Ari Gray,” Getty said. “He plans on taking the warriors out one by one.” He glared at Ari. “What? You gonna stop me from telling Donnchadh your diabolical plan?”

“Ari Gray.” Donnchadh said the name as if he knew the guy. “I thought you were sent to Hell.”

“I crawled back out,” Ari said from between gritted teeth. “No thanks to you and your friends, my plans for Fever’s Edge were ruined.”

“Hellhounds don’t get to be mayors,” Donnchadh said. “The only thing they get to do is go back to Hell.”

As the two exchanged words, Getty worked at the lock. It was a simple sliding mechanism. Ari must’ve thought Getty wouldn’t have the guts to escape with three hellhounds in the room.

He swung the door open and scrambled out as he heard a gunshot. Getty rolled, rushing toward the stack of crates, getting out of Donnchadh’s way.

Ari swung his gun around and fired at Donnchadh.

Getty screamed.

Donnchadh barreled forward, slamming into Ari.

Fuck this. Getty shouted Hondo’s name. He’d learned that trick from Donnchadh, and was damn glad he had when the demon warrior emerged from a darkened corner.

Hondo erupted into flames, and honestly, Getty was mesmerized. He was fascinated with Donnchadh’s entire world. It was a frightening place, but it was also riveting.

Getty gagged when Donnchadh used his blades to sever Ari’s head then plunged his hand into the guy’s chest. Hondo set the body on fire, and Getty dry heaved as he watched the body burst into ashes.

Getty dropped to his knees and swallowed back the bile. That image would be forever burned into his memory.

“Are you okay?” Donnchadh scooped Getty up and held him close.

“I wasn’t bitten.” Getty clung to Donnchadh. “I knew you’d come.”

Not at first, but that was only because the hellhounds had drained all hope from him. But deep down, he knew his warrior would find him. Just like Donnchadh had found a place in Getty’s heart.

“I love you.” He pulled Donnchadh down for a toe-curling kiss. “I needed to tell you that.”

Donnchadh cupped the back of Getty’s head and deepened the kiss, smashing them together, pulling Getty where he belonged.

* * * *

Donny pressed his hands on either side of Getty’s head as he punched his hips forward, driving his cock deep into his mate’s ass. He pressed a kiss to Getty’s nape as he used his knees to shove his mate’s legs wider apart.

“You’re unbelievably hot,” Donny said, his fingers holding Getty