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“And here I thought I knew a bit of magic lore that you didn’t. But that reminds me, I’m going to see if Aubry will come over and help me smudge and bless the house.” Sending her a text, my phone beeps a moment later. I look at the message expecting to see a reply from Aubry. Instead, it’s a photo of a woman with an angel and devil on each shoulder.

Vivian: If an angel is on a woman’s right shoulder and a devil on a woman’s left shoulder, when she has a solo session, does the angel watch? Because you know darn well the devil does.

My phone notifies that Aubry has left the group chat.

“What did she say?” Gabe asks.

“That was Vivian and don’t ask.”

“Understood. How was the conference?”

“Dad’s presentation went really well, but in case I ever start to second-guess my decision about med school, just remind me of the conference.”

“That good?”

“Exactly. Have you spoken to Turek since our little run-in?”

“Yes.”

“I hope he isn’t one to hold a grudge.” Although he did offer for me to behead him, so I guess he can’t be too mad.

“Don’t worry about Turek. He passed along my message, but no word yet from Rumel.”

We reach my apartment, and Gabe carries my bag for me. “I’ll need to do some cleaning this evening to get the apartment ready to turn in my key.” I unlock the door to find the apartment sparking clean. “Could you be any more of an angel?” I ask him as I pull him down by his shirt and give him a kiss.

“It’s for selfish reasons,” he says as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me up the stairs. “If you’re going to be on your hands and knees, it’s because I’m fucking this sweet pussy from behind.”

“Gabe Jennings,” I moan with heated cheeks as he opens the bedroom door with his power and closes it behind us. His phone rings but he ignores it as he positions me on the bed on all fours. “Answer it. It could be your dad.” I glance over my shoulder at him, not quite believing that I’m saying that when a demigod has his cock out ready to pleasure me.

Gabe answers, but I can’t hear the person on the other end of the line. “Well?” I ask.

“Rumel wants to take us out to dinner.”

“Sure. When?”

“In ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes!” I cry as I jump up, hustling to the bathroom. Pulling my hair up in a short ponytail, I quickly shed my clothes and step into the cold shower, as the water hasn’t had time to heat up. I give my body a quick scrub and jump out, drying myself off frantically and rummaging through my bathroom bag to find a tampon.

Walking to my bedroom wrapped in a towel, it dawns on me that everything’s packed. “Help,” I plead.

My red dress and black spiky sandals now appear on the dresser. “Wear this; it’s my favorite,” Gabe commands.

“Such a demanding demigod,” I tease with a smile. “Can you find me some underwear, please?” A gift bag appears on the bed. I open it to find a red lacy bra and matching panties.

“Already laundered and air dried for my goddess.”

“Aren’t you just fastidious. Thank you,” I say as I give him a kiss. He watches me intently as I drop the towel and put on the new lingerie. I inwardly smile at my newfound confidence. The old me would have worried he was noticing my flaws. That I didn’t have time to shave my bikini line. That my hair’s frumpy from the flight. That I’m bloated because I’m on my period.

The only thing the new me is worried about is his huge erection. I slide down to my knees, smiling provocatively as I kiss his bulging cock through the fabric of his pants. “We have a few minutes to spare. Let me worship my demigod,” I say as I grab his belt and unfasten it. He speeds up the process by making his clothes disappear.

His cock stands fully erect, and even though we’re short on time, I take a brief moment to admire the perfection. “You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” I tell him, licking the glistening head. Not that I’ve had that much experience, as I’ve only been with my high school boyfriend and William before Gabe. But there’s no denying my Nephilim’s cock is a work of art—long and thick, soft yet firm.

“I don’t want to hear that you’ve seen other cocks,” he growls, grabbing my head and slamming my mouth down on him. Smiling up at him, I open my jaw as wide as it will go, sucking him hard and fast. He takes over, holding my head and thrusting into my mouth hard. Tears well in the corners of my eyes as he continues thrusting, but I take everything he’s giving me. “Fuck, this perfect mouth,” he groans, and then with a shudder and guttural groan, he’s coming down my throat.

Chapter 37

Gabe

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