Page 81 of The Demigod

“Four days,” she told me, pressing a little kiss to my wet chest.

“Four days,” I repeated. Made sense why my throat still hurt. But my body felt like it had been healing.

“I was hoping you were coming back,” Nox said, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Your wounds were healing. But your… essence…”

“My what now?” I asked, lips curving up.

“Your… essence. That’s what Lenore called it. She said you had a ‘fractured essence,’ and that I might help it heal by being with you.”

“How’d she come to that conclusion?”

“Well, when I brought you here, you were… it wasn’t good. You weren’t even really moving on your own. But when your brother yelled, your wings…”

“I Claimed you,” I said, feeling my heart swell even as disappointment bloomed. Because, damnit, I would have liked to have been conscious of doing that, of her reaction to it.

“Yes.”

“Did you find my wings sexy?” I asked, smiling at her snort.

“You were practically dead. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Come on; you can tell me.”

“I maybe wanted to rub my cheek against them,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” I asked. “You can climb up here right now. Can pop them out and wrap you up while you ride me.”

“You need to recover,” she said, rolling her eyes, but I could sense the rush of desire as it moved through her.

“Speaking of recovering,” I said, tracing a finger down her cheek. “You look better.”

“It’s amazing what a sip of ambrosia will do.”

“And you get to see your mom when you need more,” I said.

“Wait… you heard me tell you that?”

“I heard it all. Got about ten thousand questions to answer. But we got years to do that. I got one question for you, though,” I said as I sat up, pulling her up onto my lap.

“What’s that?” she asked, holding herself. So I had to grab her hips and pull her down, loving the little whimper that escaped her.

“Do you think your mom will like me?”

She rolled her eyes at that.

“Could you maybe ask me that when you’re not rocking your hips up into mine?” she asked, wiggling her own in response.

Four days.

Might as well have been forever.

My cock was aching to get back inside her.

“I can do that. What do you want to talk about while I do this, then?” I asked, thrusting up harder, suddenly glad someone had removed all my clothes. “The weather? My shoe size? My favorite movie?”

Nox whimpered, grinding down harder against me.

My hands went to her waistbands, dragging down her pants and panties, waiting for her to lift each leg so I could free them, then tossing them to the floor.

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