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With a growl, Chano follows me over the edge, jerking to a stop, breathing heavily.

“That was fucking amazing,” I say, my voice low, throaty.

“Oh, we are so far from done yet, chica . . . We have all day to practice.”

A thrill races through me. He’s a fucking sex god. Sex demon. And he’s all mine.

Chapter Fifty: Lorelei

SlowlyIcometo.Heat prickles along my skin, and my magic flares in a way it’s never done before. We fell asleep like this, curled together in this weird room underground. I don’t remember ever feeling so content.

The sensation builds to a burn, and I snap my eyes open. Still clasped in Chano’s, my hand is on fire.Hishand is on fire. With a yelp I pull away, but Chano grumbles sleepily and clutches me harder. Purple flames lick up his arm and straight to his chest, burning brightly, mesmerizing.

“It’s happening” Chano says in awe.

As quickly as it started the flames die back. The final one flickers out, and my chest gives a weird ache, quickly replaced by a sense of well-being. Left behind by the flames, a delicate purple band encircles my thumb. I gaze at it for a second before catching Chano’s grin.

“Why do I have a tattoo? Did you do this?”

His grin is replaced by a look of horror.

“It’s an Aeternum band? Don’t you want this? The first bonding stage.”

“Aeternum band?”

Chano looks at me askance and repeats, “Aeternum band. Y’know when two demons love each other very much . . .”

We had sex. Amazing mind-blowing sex. Hands down the best sex of my inexperienced life. And Iknowhe thinks I’m the one for him. But . . . love? An Aeternum band branded on me? I’m only eighteen years old, for fuck’s sake.

Chano coughs, and I swear demon boy blushes. Actually blushes.

“I mean . . . when mates meet and fuck. . . at some point, when they’ve accepted each other, they get an Aeternum mark. It’s the first of the three stages of Aeternum bonding.”

Accepted each other. Right. I puff out a deep breath. I can do accepted. Love not so much.Not yet.I should know this shit. But no one talked about love where I grew up.

“Looks like I’m stuck with you, chica.” He grins the biggest shit-eating grin before catching me up and rolling me on top of him.

“Stuck with me, huh? Bastard.” Instead of giving into what my traitorous vagina wants and sliding myself onto his length again . . . I attack.

Chano bellows a laugh, trying and failing to avoid my tickling fingers before shrieking like a child and rolling so we both land on the floor with a thump, the curtains wrapped around us. He pulls me into his lap, my arms firmly pinned at my sides. His mouth descends on mine and our tongues continue the fight. My legs lock around his back, and he groans, rocking his hips so I’m right over his dick.

Suddenly his tablet goes off, vibrating where it is, tangled in the bed sheets.

Breathless and laughing, with need burning between my legs, I pull myself away, letting him hunt for it.

“It’s Farrell.”

My laughter dies out.

“We need to tell them.” How will they react? How will Farrell react? He’s promised to Camille. It shouldn’t matter. It’s how it affects the allegiance that matters.

“Stop destroying that lip of yours, chica. That’s my job.” Chano kisses the top of my head. “Come on. I can see you worrying yourself to death over this. Let’s go and tell them.”

Just like that. No attempt to hide it. He’s proud. Dammit, no one besides my dad has ever been truly proud of me. We’re doing this.

Ali-G Chat

Hairy Harpy: Where are you? Can you add Chano to the chat?

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