Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Her skin was flushed pink, her eyes wide in shock.
Because there was no stopping some parts of the Change when I was too turned on.
The forked tongue, for example.
A wicked little smirk tugged at my lips at her shock, at the interest just beneath it.
“You can take it for a ride anytime you want,” I told her, feeling her pussy clench at the very idea.
But then she was shutting down, moving away.
“We, ah, have to get moving. We wasted too much time.”
As she stood up and pulled her pants back into place, I went ahead and slipped my fingers into my mouth, her sweet taste exploding across my tongue.
Mine.
“I’m going this way,” she said, then took off without another glance.
Alone, I stood, leaning back against the tree, trying to decide if I should reach down and get some relief of my own.
In the end, though, I just waited until the desire subsided, then got back to work.
Because maybe if I could find Nox’s sister, I could get her under and over and in front of me in a nice, warm room, pussy clenching around my cock instead of my fingers as I made her come for hours on end.
That, I decided, would be well worth the wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nox
What the hell was wrong with me?
I mean, it wasn’t bad enough that I’d somehow completely lost control of myself and fallen asleep in the middle of the woods, where any of the gods could have come across me if they decided to take a little late-night stroll.
But then I’d let Daemon finger me for what felt like an hour, wasting precious time we didn’t have.
Though the warm, satisfied sensation moving through me said that it hadn’t been a total waste.
I didn’t even know I was capable of coming that many times that quickly.
Still.
It didn’t matter how good it was; it shouldn’t have happened. I should have had more control over myself.
I’d never been so wanton with a man before.
Then again, he wasn’t exactly a man, was he?
Maybe that was all it was.
Some sort of… wicked temptation powers or something. Wasn’t it long established that the devil would try to seduce human women? Maybe that extended to the demons as well.
Though, to be fair, it felt like I was just searching for an easy cop-out so I didn’t have to accept any culpability. There was no denying I’d been a willing participant.
Clearly, I’d been searching for a little stress relief, for something other than the unrelenting exhaustion and darkness of the past few weeks. And, yes, even an escape from this new reality about myself that made me feel, I don’t know, less myself, if that made any sense.
There in the woods, in Daemon’s arms, all I had to be was a woman.
Not a demigod.
Not some sort of attempted savior of humanity.
Just a girl. With a guy.
Enjoying him.
Enjoying my own body.
And, gods, I enjoyed it, alright.
But that was over.
I had to get my head back in the game. We’d wasted half the night.
By the time I checked one small cave in the craggy cliffside, the sun was already starting to peek across the horizon.
With a sigh, I made my way back to the tree to find Daemon walking toward me from the opposite direction.
“Anything?” I asked, directing the question to his chin because I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
“Walked my ass right into a bear’s hibernation lair,” he said, making my gaze shoot up, inspecting him for injuries.
“Did it get you?”
“Don’t insult me, shadow girl. I can hold my own against a bear or two. Actually, I’d like to go back.”
“Go back? Why?”
“It didn’t occur to me,” he said, falling into step beside me as I started toward the estate, “until I was already on my way back. Maybe that’s the perfect cover. It would certainly keep any humans away, wouldn’t it?”
“That’s true, I guess. Maybe we should both go back tonight. I can get us both past them.”
“Get past who?” a voice asked, making my heart sink to my feet even as Daemon tensed and then took a half-step in front of me.
Then, stepping out from behind a tree, was not Oizys, Eris, Ares, or the Keres.
No.
It was a man.
One I was reasonably sure I’d never seen before.
That said, there was something familiar about him. The crown stuffed with colorful feathers over his wild, wavy hair. The strange, almost taunting smile on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Daemon asked, moving in a circle as the man walked around us, always keeping me slightly behind him.
“It’s Momus,” I declared.
“Who the fuck is Momus?”
“The god of satire and mockery,” I said, watching as the man’s smile grew wider.
“My reputation precedes me.”
“He’s… the son of Nyx,” I declared.
“The son of Nyx,” Daemon repeated, glancing over at me, and I swore I could read his thoughts.