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She cries out as she pulls my hair, but she thrusts her pussy in my face, silently demanding more. And I give her more, spreading her open with my fingers as I fuck her with my tongue. I don’t let up until she’s screaming my name and riding a violent orgasm out against my mouth.

Lapping her juices until I’m satisfied I’ve wrung out every last drop of pleasure, I spin her around, her breasts now pressed flush against the shower glass. Pinning her hands above her head, I take my free hand and smack her ass hard enough to get her attention. That it does, as she yelps. “Don’t ever do something like that again,” I say against her ear, biting down hard as I grind myself against her ass.

She half moans, half cries. “Is there another Watchers’ leader I could train with?”

“No.”

“Then I could not do something like that again.”

I laugh at her using Rumel’s logic against me, but still swat her other ass cheek, eliciting another yelp. And then I thrust hard into her, sheathing myself completely. We both groan, and then I begin ruthlessly pounding her into the shower door. It’s not gentle or sweet. It’s frantic, exactly how I felt when I learned she’d been going behind my back. The fear of losing her, that’s what was hidden behind my anger. Not ever wanting to experience that feeling again, I thrust even harder as I shift into my angelic form. Angel dust washes off my wings, raining down on her body.

“Gabe,” she moans in a throaty voice that makes my cock even harder. Her pussy begins contracting, her body begins shaking, and she rides out the longest climax I’ve ever felt. Ensnared by her pleasure and her pussy milking my cock for all it’s worth, I cry out my release, speaking in the Adamic language.

I pull out, taking a seat on the bench and positioning Charlotte in my lap, my wings disappearing. “What was it you said?” She smiles contentedly, snuggling into my chest.

“Just worshipping my goddess,” I answer with a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, my love,” I say, the words getting caught in my throat.

She looks up at me, cupping my cheeks. “I’m sorry I lied to you,” she whispers, tears running down her cheeks.

“I never asked,” I say, tilting her head so that I can kiss away the tears.

“That’s demonic law logic. A lie by omission is still a lie, and I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry you felt the need to keep it a secret. But I’m also mad at myself for not suggesting you train with someone in the first place.”

“I wasn’t joking when I said Sam is sort of an asshole. But that’s exactly what I needed, and don’t you dare tell him I said that.”

“It’s probably best if I never watch one of your training sessions. I’d be tempted to call for a Challenge the moment he laid a hand on you.”

“Then it is best you not watch,” she agrees.

“I wish I could have watched you take down my brothers,” I say with a smile.

She laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound. “Turek did offer for me to behead him, in case you want to watch.”

“I’m not sure whether to be concerned or turned on,” I tease.

She slides off me and falls to her knees, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes as she rubs her hands up and down my thighs. “Let me help you decide,” she says, then takes my cock in her mouth.

Most definitely turned on.

Chapter 41

Charlotte

Gabe’s already long gone by the time I lace up my running shoes and step outside. Forget training with Sam, all I needed was Gabe to put me through a vigorous workout. And while I certainly don’t want to fight with him, I can’t deny an angry demigod is a sexy demigod.

Walking the short distance to the greenway, I stretch for a few and then set off on my run. Hearing footsteps behind me, I slow down to give this person the opportunity to pass.

Glancing behind me, because Sam’s browbeaten that rule into my brain, I’m surprised to see Tom. He catches up with me, keeping pace. “Charlotte, good morning. Fancy seeing you here,” he says, pulling out an ear bud.

“Morning. Yeah, this is my usual route, but tomorrow, I’ll be moving to Harbor Town. Excited to start running along the river greenway. ”

“Ah, yes. Moving in with the ‘business consultant.’” His phone chimes, and he slows his pace. “I’ll catch up.”

I want to say please don’t, but I remember how we’re now on friendly terms, so I say, “Sure,” and keep running.

A few moments later I hear footsteps, and I turn my head to see Tom’s caught up, holding something in his hand—what I assume is his phone. It all happens so fast, it takes my brain a second to register it’s not a phone, but a hypodermic needle, and it’s now being shoved in my neck.

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