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He laughed and dropped me to my feet, though he didn’t stop kissing me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I could feel the tingle of something on my skin. Like the moment before a storm. Or when you accidentally—maybe on purpose—touched your phone charger to your tongue. It was like a jolt of feeling across all your nerve endings.

Tearing my mouth from his, I noticed the area around our feet was now blanketed in the softest moss and clover, with small purple flowers poking up between the leaves. I gaped in amazement, kicking off my shoes to rub my toes in the soft blanket of green. “Did you just summon us a bed?”

Picking me up once more, he dropped to his knees and lowered me to my back. “Making love to you, under the moon, on a bed of flowers is the very least you deserve.”

This man. No, this God. He’s going to ruin me.

Hell, who was I kidding? I was already ruined.

Chapter 21

DEMKE

She was a goddess at that moment. I no longer cared if she was mortal, that she was destined to break my still-wounded heart. The only thing that mattered to me right now was the taste of her skin. The soft noises she made as my lips traced hers. The glow of her milk-pale skin in the darkness, a beacon to night creatures like me.

I traced my hands up her thighs, pushing up the soft knit skirt she was wearing along with it. Kneeling between her legs, I slowly unwrapped her from the swaths of fabric hiding her body from me. I wanted more of her skin. More of her noises. I wanted to taste every inch.

“Demke,” she breathed, and I shuddered, my skin already too tight across my sinew and bones. I sipped the words from her lips as I ridded her of the last piece of clothing that stood between my hands and her flesh. It had been so long since I’d laid with a woman, and even longer since I’d laid with a woman I cared about.

Her tiny hands ran up under my shirt, finding her own piece of skin, peeling me out of my clothes too. Soon enough, we were both naked, clothed only in the darkness.

I swept my lips across hers, once, twice, three times. “I’m going to make love to you now, Wren Mahone. The way I want you…” I shivered again, and it had nothing to do with the cold.

“Please, Demke.”

Her plea went straight to my already hard cock, making it weep. When my hands dipped down to her stomach, she tensed, nudging my hands further down like she wanted them between her thighs, which she probably did. But more than that, I thought she might have been embarrassed about the soft pouch that sat between her hips, the evidence that she’d created life right before my eyes.

Instead, I lifted her chin so I could stare directly into her eyes. “You are a miracle, Wren. Beautiful in every way, every inch of you is as perfect as the next. A madonna.” I cupped the mound of her stomach between my two palms and poured magic into her body, making her gasp. I wasn’t sure what it felt like exactly, but I had heard it was pleasant.

Her eyes widened. “What was that?”

“Renewal magic. I was healing your womb. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Healing… my womb?” she asked incredulously.

Shrugging, I smiled down at her. It still felt almost foreign on my face after all this time. “God of Renewal. Nothing more sacred than a womb. I could have done it earlier, but it’s best not to mess with nature too much. Some things are best done the slow healing way.” I gave her a crooked grin. “But a little nudge so I can give you as much pleasure as possible didn’t seem too unnatural.”

Nodding dazedly, her fingers continued to run up and down my back muscles, and I wanted to purr. “My life is crazy,” she murmured to herself. “Kiss me, God of Renewal.”

Laughing, I stole her lips once more, before traveling my way down her body. She hadn’t saidwhereI should kiss her,and everyone knew, you had to be really specific when making requests of Mythics. She didn’t seem to mind, though, as I licked and sucked at her sensitive breasts. Milk leaked out onto my tongue, that liquid of life, and I groaned. I wanted to linger, but there was something else I wanted to sip at.

I buried my face in the soft roundness of her stomach, but moved quickly down, until her legs were splayed open wildly, though barely enough to accommodate my shoulders. I gripped her thighs and placed them over my shoulders, so there was nothing but cool air between her core and my lips.

As I dipped down to taste her in one long stroke, we both moaned. I hoped the party was loud enough that no one heard us—not because I was embarrassed, but because I didn’t want to share this moment with anyone. Not my brothers. Not the townspeople. No one but the moon and the woman beneath me.

She chanted my name as I swirled my tongue and worshiped her. It had been so, so long. She was sweet on my tongue, and I was immediately addicted. Her thighs tightened around my head, stopping me from shifting away from where she wanted me. As if I would. The Great Hunt would have to appear to chase me from this moment.

“Oh god, oh god,” she moaned, and I smiled against her folds. I didn’t even care that she was technically calling for a different God. I’d take it.

When she came on my tongue, I groaned against her clit, making her tighten her fingers in my hair. I hadn’t even noticed they were there. I was solely focused on the task at hand. Or task at mouth, as it would seem.

My dick was starting to weep, and this was going to be over very quickly if I didn’t get my cock under control. Climbing back up her body, I shared with her the taste of her pleasure, before I wrapped her legs around my waist, notching my cock against her warm cunt. Then I rolled us until she was straddling my hips.

I ground my back teeth at the all-consuming pleasure. I could come just to this visage alone. She wasperfect.She reached down and gripped my cock, sliding it inside her in one smooth move that made my eyes roll back into my head.

Heaven. I’d reached the Elysian fields. Nirvana.

“Wren,” I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut to make sure I didn’t come with one stroke. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she twined her own around my neck. This close, it was like we were breathing each other in, becoming one.

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