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“Wow, so that basically makes you, like, a sex god?”
“Your sex god.”
As if Zac weren’t hot enough already. Now she was really in trouble. “We’re never going to leave the bedroom.”
“Why do you think I came here with supplies instead of sending someone to retrieve you? We have the entire island all to ourselves. Demon-free.” Zac scooped Tula into his strong arms. “My yurt was pretty nice, but I’m sure we can find a room in the main house.”
“I’d rather not stay anywhere that reminds me of Maury.” Maury had taken over Roen’s house and used it as his festival headquarters.
“My yurt it is.” Zac put Tula down and grabbed the bags.
“Zac?”
“Yes?”
“We’re still getting married, right? Because you know how import—”
Zac’s beautiful, tanned face lit up. She’d never seen her god so happy. “It’s going to be the biggest wedding you’ve ever seen. You’ll be able to invite your entire family, all your friends from back home, and anyone else you want. But right now, I need you.”
Zac dropped the supply bags just outside the yurt and lifted Tula into his arms again. He hadn’t told her this, but the reason he’d convinced Chaam to switch powers with him was because he never wanted Tula to doubt him again. Temptation was a tricky gift, because while it served a purpose in the grand scheme of things, Tula would always be second-guessing herself when with him. Do I really want to have children, or are Zac’s powers influencing me? Should I allow him to tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup, and have his way with me, or is it the Zac effect?
Becoming the God of Male Virility would allow him to focus on helping his fellow bro-kind overcome barriers to becoming studly alpha males like himself, while making life easier for Tula.
And Chaam, who’d had his gifts for a very long time, said he was ready for a change, something less intense as they all considered what life would look like after retirement.
No, no one was retiring yet, but the summit had already been scheduled back in LA. The gods would meet one last time at the Immortal Matchmaker’s, Inc., office and then shut it down. No more immortals to match up. No more plague.
Zac beamed down into Tula’s wide sky-blue eyes. I can’t wait to bathe her in my love. No, wait. That sounds really dirty. I can’t wait to show her the depth of my love. And the length of it, too. He set her gently on the small cot. “Any special requests?”
She smiled lovingly at him. “I just want to feel your body and mine together. While we are both inside them.”
Zac tried not to think about two demons—Hilbert and Gola—getting it on while using Zac’s and Tula’s human shells, because, at the end of the day, those were just bodies. What Zac really loved was on the inside.
“No special requests. Are you sure? Because maybe I could pull some strings and get Hilbert’s body back.”
“Oh gods. No.” Tula laughed.
“Was it really so awful?” he asked.
“Did you see his toes? And those teeth!”
“I personally loved the constant string of drool coming from Gola’s mouth.” Zac was still trying to process how one mouth could produce so much wetness.
“She was pretty proud of that, actually. Apparently, she has quite the reputation in demon-land.”
“No more talk about demons.” Zac pulled his T-shirt up over his head and shed his jeans.
Tula’s eyes dilated with lust. He loved the way she looked at him. Especially now that he knew she didn’t want him simply for his body.
He pulled her pink dress over her head and stared at her turbo bra and giant panties. “Damn, woman, I gotta take you lingerie shopping.”
Tula laughed. “You said you love these!”
“Not anymore.” There was absolutely nothing sexy about them. “You are far more beautiful naked.” Zac felt his masculine energy hum to life. He felt zero excitement over thoughts of tempting her. Now, it was all about her pleasure. As a virile man should do.
He lay down next to Tula and kissed her slowly, licking her bottom lip, playing with her soft tongue. The more he kissed her, the stronger the energy grew.
“I feel this strange vibration coming off your skin. Is that you or me?” Tula asked.
“Me. My virility apparently likes you.” He returned to kissing her again, letting his hands roam over her soft stomach and hips. They had been together once already, but it had been too quick, too desperate. This time, he would make it all about her.
He stripped away her stiff bra while administering gentle kisses on her shoulders. Then came her gigantic panties.
With Tula completely naked, he kissed his way down her inner thigh, thinking of all the ways he would pleasure her. As the new God of Virility, he had to set the example of exemplary lovemaking. Not because the world was watching, but out of principle.
