Page 79 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Bez mostly likes video games, inappropriate toys, and food,” I said, already having a list of forty-eight potential gift ideas for his next upcoming birthday. Ugh, knowing Bez, he’d probably want gifts for the birthdays he missed out on during our visit to Hell for six months. “Really, the only thing Bez likes about birthdays and anniversaries is he gets to force me to eat his cooking without protesting…much.”

“Did he at least show you how grateful he was?” Kell shoulder-bumped me.

“Oh, yeah. There was some seriously serious gratitude happening.”

“Did you leave him sore?”

“Huh?”

“You know, on your journey to topdom,” Kell said with a flair. “It’s like stardom but for your dick.”

My face burned, and I couldn’t find the right words. “Oh, um, well, no, not exactly.”

“After a gift like that?” Kell shook her head. “You should’ve had that demon horns down, tails up, legs spread, and put away red. His ass, from the ball slapping pounding.”

“Uh…”

“Instead, it’s just your face that’s red.” She pinched my cheek. “Which is also adorable.”

I swatted her hand away. “I’m not sure that’s gonna happen. I might’ve overhyped the idea in my head.”

Kell had her head tilted, actively listening as she continued sorting glass shards.

“It’s just we didn’t exactly talk about it. I mean, we did in the heat of the moment, but then—”

“He railed you.”

“Exactly,” I breathed. “And then we got dragged to Hell, which led to a whole bunch of other stuff, oh damn so much happened in Hell, but there was another semi-hot sexy messing around stuff going on. Although, it was just oral.”

“Give or receive?”

“Receive.”

“Look at you, working your way to the top.”

“I don’t know. Not sure if it was ever really a thing or I just made it a thing in my head.” I sorted shards, finding it easier to identify the slightest distinctions between broken orbs thanfigure out what the hell I was trying to say. “I think I’m just gonna keep things the way they are.”

It wasn’t like I was a vers guy. I’d never been a vers guy. Never been interested in it before. But I’d also never been in love before. Never been in a relationship. Not a real relationship anyway. Since settling down with Bez, I found myself wanting to explore new things. All the things. Everything. And we had the time. Eternity. Presumably. Right now, that depended entirely on whether or not we survived the looming threat of devils.

“Do not give up on bending that boy over,” Kell said as she thrust against the table for an added effect. “That ass is too good to quit.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Seriously. Mora spent centuries trying to clap those cheeks before conceding her efforts; you can give it at least a few more months before you give up.”

“How is Mora?” I asked, not so subtly shifting the conversation away from Bez and me in the bedroom.

“Smooth.” Kell rolled her eyes. “She’s fine. She found and dealt with all the loose threads involving the coven. Guess there were a few stragglers elsewhere and some other Mythics who foolishly pledged fealty.”

“So, not the only one plotting revenge lately.”

“The things I would’ve done to those witches.” Kell crackled lightning around a balled fist.

“Wait, you didn’t deal with them?”

“Mora handled it.” Kell made a face. “Amicably.”

“That’s surprising.”

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