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“Questions,” I repeated.
“About the gods,” she clarified.
“Right. The gods,” I said, moving over to the couch and dropping down on the other cushion, trying like hell not to think about what we’d done on that couch just a few hours before. “Iguess we could talk about the lesser gods and heroes,” I said, pulling my notebook out of the bag I was carrying, glad to have something to focus on other than the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, or how her finger kept sliding up and down the spine of the book I’d given her, and the way I couldn’t help but imagine her finger tracing up and down my cock instead.
Fuck.
I was losing it.
What was wrong with me?
Sure, I fucked around in Hell. But one fuck could last me, I don’t know, a solid ten or so human years. Which, to us, was hardly more than a couple of blinks.
Was I more insatiable because I was acclimating more to human concepts of time? That was the only logical reasoning I could come to.
I couldn’t come up with any explanation for the way I seemed entirely to… aware of her. The way she moved, the faces she made, her breathing, the way her hair fell, even her damn scent.
Sure, our senses were a little bit better than the average humans, but we weren’t like some fucking scent hounds or anything. Why could I suddenly smell the sort of strawberry scent to her hair and the coconut smell of her lotion, giving her a tropical scent? And under all of that, yeah, I could somehow smell her natural scent.
I mean… what the fuck?
Daemon needed to get access to his phone soon because I was losing all sense of normalcy. For once in our eternal lives, I neededhisadvice.
Next to me, Charlotte shifted in her seat, making her knee brush the side of my thigh.
I swear to fuck, she might as well have reached over and grabbed my cock for the way desire exploded through mysystem, coming on so hard and strong that there was no way I was going to be able to talk myself down from it. Even if I wanted to. Which, honestly, I didn’t.
“Fuck it,” I hissed, reaching out to grab her, dragging her closer, and claiming her lips.
Her breath sucked inward with surprise, giving me parted lips, so my tongue could move inside to claim hers.
I was aware of it this time, so I felt the strange burning sensation as my tongue started to fork. Focusing on it, I fought the Change back, finding it more difficult than I could have anticipated, but managing after a moment or two.
It wasn’t long before I was pulling her onto my lap again.
My hands moved out, teasing the thin straps of her silk tank top, then slipping them off her shoulders, watching as the material fell, catching for a second on the swells of her breasts, then pooling down near her waist, giving me a prime view of her perfect tits.
“Perfect,” I heard myself vocalize my thoughts as one of my hands lifted, teasing under the swell, then over the hardened bud of her nipple. A shiver coursed through her, making my cock twitch. “So sensitive,” I added, then ducked down and sucked one of those buds into my mouth.
This time, when the Change wanted to fork my tongue, I went ahead and let it, teasing over her nipple until she was whimpering and her nails were digging crescents into my arms.
My other hand went up, teasing her other breast until I switched my mouth to that one, driving her up hard and fast because I knew I didn’t have enough control to drag this out. My cock was aching to be buried in her tight pussy again, and I didn’t see any reason not to give in to that desire.
That is, of course, until the fucking buzzer made her jolt hard, causing me to pull back.
“The Chinese,” she said, eyes wide as I took in the flush over her chest, neck, and cheeks from her desire.
“Fuck the Chinese,” I said, plunging a hand into her pants, finding her pussy already wet for me, as I knew I would.
A whimper escaped her, but better senses prevailed.
“It’s not fair to him. He relies on tips,” she reasoned.
The growl that moved through me was just a tad less… human than I should have allowed as I stood up, letting her drop onto her ass on the couch.
“Stay,” I demanded, looking down at her. “No,” I said when she reached to drag her shirt back up to cover her breasts. “I want you just like that,” I said.
“But what if he—“
