Page 27 of The Demigod

“You can take it for a ride anytime you want,” I told her, feeling her pussy clench at the very idea.

But then she was shutting down, moving away.

“We, ah, have to get moving. We wasted too much time.”

As she stood up and pulled her pants back into place, I went ahead and slipped my fingers into my mouth, her sweet taste exploding across my tongue.

Mine.

“I’m going this way,” she said, then took off without another glance.

Alone, I stood, leaning back against the tree, trying to decide if I should reach down and get some relief of my own.

In the end, though, I just waited until the desire subsided, then got back to work.

Because maybe if I could find Nox’s sister, I could get her under and over and in front of me in a nice, warm room, pussy clenching around my cock instead of my fingers as I made her come for hours on end.

That, I decided, would be well worth the wait.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nox

What the hell was wrong with me?

I mean, it wasn’t bad enough that I’d somehow completely lost control of myself and fallen asleep in the middle of the woods, where any of the gods could have come across me if they decided to take a little late-night stroll.

But then I’d let Daemon finger me for what felt like an hour, wasting precious time we didn’t have.

Though the warm, satisfied sensation moving through me said that it hadn’t been a total waste.

I didn’t even know I was capable of coming that many times that quickly.

Still.

It didn’t matter how good it was; it shouldn’t have happened. I should have had more control over myself.

I’d never been so wanton with a man before.

Then again, he wasn’t exactly aman, was he?

Maybe that was all it was.

Some sort of… wicked temptation powers or something. Wasn’t it long established that the devil would try to seduce human women? Maybe that extended to the demons as well.

Though, to be fair, it felt like I was just searching for an easy cop-out so I didn’t have to accept any culpability. There was no denying I’d been a willing participant.

Clearly, I’d been searching for a little stress relief, for something other than the unrelenting exhaustion and darkness of the past few weeks. And, yes, even an escape from this new reality about myself that made me feel, I don’t know, less myself, if that made any sense.

There in the woods, in Daemon’s arms, all I had to be was a woman.

Not a demigod.

Not some sort of attempted savior of humanity.

Just a girl. With a guy.

Enjoying him.

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