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I knew I was lying to myself too. The fact that I hadn’t screwed my way through all of them by now and was trying to get to know them told me I was in deep shit.
Chapter 35
Ripley
I
had absolutely no problem seducing Felix, snuggling with Balthazar and letting him bite me, or inviting Reyson to sleep with Felix and me. I was super nervous about being alone in my bed with him after all that, and it didn’t make a lick of sense.
I had no problems getting guys in my bed. A little red lipstick, a little flirting, and I had my pick. That’s all it ever was—bedroom romps. I hadn’t had a steady boyfriend since the Academy, and even that was a disaster. We got into an argument over something petty—the correct pronunciation of an incantation. He got so mad at me for correcting him. He tried to get back at me by taking my twin sister to bed. He might have been a disloyal fuck, but Ravyn wasn’t. She kicked him out of our dorm room with a face full of pustules.
Reyson wanted more than that. I would have been more comfortable with it if he had just wanted to fuck. We could have gotten it over with and gone back to work. This? Reyson was trying to romance me and not in ways I was used to. I was used to cheesy pickup lines and being the aggressor. Reyson fucking cooked me breakfast and didn’t ask for sex in return.
I knew I needed to get to know him better but being alone with him made me nervous.
I stepped out of my bedroom and Reyson wasn’t in the living room anymore, but something delicious was coming from the kitchen. Reyson was at my oven again, pulling out a pan. The God of Chaos had fucking baked for me.
“Hello, my witch. I decided to occupy myself while you were speaking with your sister by making my favorite honey cakes. I wanted to show you food from my time since you’ve introduced me to yours.”
That was actually…sweet. He could have just snapped his fingers and made them appear, but he mixed the ingredients on his own and stuck them in the oven. I was sure he magicked some ingredients I didn’t have. No guy had ever cooked for me before, much less baked a cake for me. Yeah, discomfort level definitely rising.
Reyson set the pan on the table and started slicing the cake for everyone. I decided to share what I’d learned about the relics and the museum and the grimoire that had been found. Everyone had heard of the Aether Sisters except Reyson. That was after his time. Balthazar would have been taught vampire history, not witch history, but history intertwined with that coven because they didn’t discriminate against who they hurt.
“There won’t be anything in that grimoire, and those items at the museum would have been useless. Don’t you think witches and warlocks have flung curses at me? It bounces off me. Vampires and shifters can draw blood, but I instantly heal. The only reason I entered that tomb was that I thought I was bedding a wench. The only reason I left my vessel was that I was done with humanity in general. Nothing on this planet can hurt me or control me.”
Felix and I shared a glance. We didn’t have to say anything to each other. Felix and I enjoyed the same type of movies. I got they were fiction better than anyone in this room, but everything had a weakness. Gods were all-powerful beings created by the cosmos, but they had to have at least one.
I took a bite of Reyson’s cake and moaned. I was so used to cakes with a ton of icing and sugar. Reyson’s cake was simple and sweetened with honey. It was also amazing. Why was he so into Oreos if he could make this?
“Oh, my Lilith, Reyson. This is amazing. You’re going to spoil me if you keep cooking for me.”
Reyson bowed his head to me.
“It’s my goal to spoil you. You should be treated like a goddess, even if you are not as uppity and high maintenance as the ones I know.”
Well, shit. If that was not the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me before. The man made me fucking cake and meat. I really needed to learn everything about him because he was undoubtedly trying harder than anyone else had before.
I finished my cake and brushed the crumbs off my fingers.
“Want to snuggle now, Reyson?”
He was smooth as fuck as he pushed his chair back and tossed his long hair over his shoulder.
“Of course, my witch.”
I just went for it. I slipped my hand in his and tugged him to my bedroom. Reyson was the largest man I’d ever met. My hand felt tiny in his.
I felt so small when he was holding me with Felix, but I also felt incredibly safe. Having a god in your bed was probably the most effective alarm system in the Cosmos. He was an excellent snuggler too.
When we got to my bedroom, I closed the door and walked him back to my bed. He let me shove him onto the bed. He was built like a brick wall. I was guessing shoving or punching him would cause severe damage to your person, even before he got pissed and ended you.
I hopped into bed and snuggled into his chest. I had been nervous about this and worried about how weird it would be, but now that I was here, I just felt this serene calm settle over me. This was nice.
“Are you doing that?” I sighed.
“Doing what, my witch?”
“Making this feel so good.”
