Page 22 of Court of Heathens

I pant against his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin. My hand is still in his pants as he lies there, twitching, but when I lift my head, Isee a blissful look on his face. It’s almost peaceful, his eyes closed and lips slack.

Suddenly, what we just did hits me, and I yank my hand free, wiping it on his jeans. He just grumbles.

I lift my head and look down. My lips are bleeding and swollen, my nails are broken and jagged, and my skin is bruised. The demon lies below me, his eyes dark and lustful, his skin and muscles on display.

He looks every inch the sinner he is, tempting and filthy, and he’s all mine.

Shit, what am I thinking? What did I do?

I crossed the line I never should have.

Sliding as far over on the bed as I can, I give the demon my back.

My cheeks heat even in the dark. I dare not turn to see if Phrixius is awake and watching us, yet some part of me likes the idea of the god watching me use this demon to control this thing inside me.

The thing that scares me.

CHAPTER 13

Ishould be horrified by what I saw last night.

Did Freya even realise what she was doing? She poured that dark magic of death and decay into the demon. Any other being would be dead from how much she gave him, and the demon knew it. That’s why he did what he did . . . or at least I think so.

Little bits of that magic would have been fine for anyone, and they would just feel weak the next day, but that amount would kill any other.

I could see the darkness between their lips, pouring into him.

Did she even know what she was doing?

I should feel guilty for watching them, and it’s clear she’s embarrassed as she hurries to the bathroom upon waking. No doubt her magic was in control more than she was, but despite all that, I feel hunger.

I want to see her that desperate atop me, using my body. I want her hands touching me like that.

Fuck, the sound she made when she came is burned into my brain. I want to swallow it, to memorise it. I have never hungered for something as much. It is as if she’s calling to the primal side of me, and afterwatching her find her pleasure last night, I’ve been hard and aching for the little witch in a way an immortal being should not be.

Of course I noticed her beauty, but last night in the dark, it was as if she cast a spell upon us all until our darkest desires unravelled, and now we are all left in the aftermath. Can we go back?

Do I even want to?

Not too long later, Freya returns, dressed and ready for the day. Her hair is plaited down both sides of her face, with dark wisps escaping even as she blows them from her eyes. Her curvy body is encased in flowing dark pants and a blouse, and she seems totally oblivious to the effect it has on us both. The demon and I track her movements with lustful, hungry gazes as she moves over to the brewing potion and checks on it. When she bends over to reach for something, the demon actually groans, looking at me as if to check if I’m seeing this.

I nod solemnly, and we share a pained, almost brotherly look in solidarity.

“Okay, I added the next ingredient. It just needs to boil down now, so we have time. What?” She blinks as she turns to find us both staring at her. Pulling my legs up, I rest my chin on the top of them to hide my arousal. The demon makes no such moves. In fact, he presses his hands to his hips as if to present his very obvious erection to her.

“You look very good today.” His eyes run down her body appreciatively. “Very fucking good.”

Her lashes flutter as she stares and then peers at me. “And why are you being weird?”

“Very good.” I nod, unable to say any other words since my eyes keep drifting to her body, much like the demon’s.

I am supposed to be a god, good and ancient—I wonder if she would let me bite that plump flesh.

“Men. God or demon, it doesn’t matter what kind, you are all the same,” she mutters as she grabs a coat and pulls it on, causing us both to lament as it covers her chest.

“Men or women. If you go around looking like that, we are bound to stare,” the demon remarks seriously. “Where are we going?”

She glares at him. “I am going to walk around. I want to know what’s been going on with the mask that was stolen.”

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