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Zorion scowls at me but my grandpa’s opinion still means a lot, love or no love. If he thinks we’re moving too fast, then we’ll have to find a way to slow things down. Or keep meeting secretly in the forest.

“Well, kiddo,” Gramps says, taking a long sip of tea. “Your grandmother and I got married at nineteen after only knowing each other for two weeks and I cherished every minute with her. You’re twenty-one and have never done anything reckless in your life, so I trust your judgment.” He takes another sip and looks at Zorion for a long time. “This young man helped you when you were hurt. It’s clear he’s crazy about you and makes you happy, and that’s the most important thing. He could be the devil himself for all I care.”

I spit out my tea and cough as Zorion reaches over to pat me on the back, an inscrutable look on his face. We’ll have to get to all that eventually, but one thing at a time.

As soon as I’m done choking, I jump up and kiss Gramps on the cheek. “Thank you for being so great,” I tell him.

“Aww,” he says, blushing. “I’m probably being a little selfish, since it’ll be nice to have a helper who’s such a natural with the bees.” He smiles at Zorion, who puffs up his chest proudly at the compliment.

The demon turns to me and I get lost in his honey-colored eyes, leaning toward him without even noticing that I’m doing it. Gramps clears his throat and stands up, reaching for his cane. “Well, I’ll be heading off to bed. Goodnight, you two.”

As he shuffles past, he claps Zorion on the shoulder and winks at me, making me blush. But my embarrassment fades as soon as he leaves the room and Zorion pulls me into a scorching embrace.

Epilogue

Zorion

One year later …

Instead of building a new house from scratch, Kara showed me one only a few blocks away from her grandpa’s place that she’s always liked. It’s small and cozy, but heinously outdated. Thankfully my retirement stipend is insanely generous so we’ve been doing renovations since we moved in. We’ve got six of our own beehives to add to the family honey and beeswax business and put in some raised beds for vegetables a few months ago.

We tried waiting, but neither of us could see a good reason, so we got married just a week after I moved in with her and her grandfather. Civil ceremony at the courthouse, of course, because I don’t do churches. The whole thing seemed silly to me, because I’d claimed her in spirit the moment I’d first sniffed her intoxicating scent and caught sight of her sky-blue eyes. But humans like their paperwork and I chose to mate with one, so whatever my Kara wants, she gets. She really wanted to wear a white dress and carry a bouquet of flowers up the steps of the courthouse, so that’s what we did.

Secretly, I didn’t mind her bossing me around about the wedding. She really did look ethereally beautiful in that dress. And she says I looked breathtakingly handsome in the suit she picked out for me, complete with new snakeskin boots.

Since I’m a natural at it, I’ve taken up beekeeping with Gramps, who’s been feeling a lot stronger lately. He’s able to stay on his feet for long stretches at a time and do loads of improvements at the old rental, which he now owns. He seems to think it’s the new vitamins he’s been taking, not the actual deal with the devil I made on his behalf. It didn’t even require any souls changing hands since I’m still the favorite son, though it took a little while for old Lucifer to accept a human in the family. But in his mind, family is family, and I’m thankful to take care of them in any way I can.

I hear Kara snap her laptop shut in the other room, signaling she’s done for the day. Because we got married, she didn’t have to scramble for a new job, so she’s been taking online English courses and submitting articles to magazines here and there. A couple of them have been accepted for publication and she’s been making a name for herself. And that’s all her talent—no deals with the devil needed there.

She waddles into the living room, her hands at the base of her spine. I jump up and hurry to her side, placing my palms on the big globe of her belly. My cock tightens as I feel our baby kick inside her.

“Daddy’s little hellspawn,” she teases while grimacing.

I rub my hands down her middle, telling the baby to settle down. As my hands get lower, her eyes get darker and she tips her head back for a kiss.

“I love how your belly feels,” I say, licking my way along her neck as I ease my fingers down to the crux of her thighs. “Every time someone glances at you and sees how round you are with my child, I want to burst with pride because they know you’remine.”

She sighs, letting her head tilt back as she clings to my shoulders. “How you can make me feel so good when I’m as big as a house is a mystery I’ll never understand.”

I pick her up and carry her to our bed, her legs finding a way to wrap around me despite her pregnant belly. The feeling of her in my arms, ripe with my seed, is more arousing than I could have ever thought it’d be. In an instant, my hard cock is pulsing between us.

“You’ve never been more beautiful,” I say, leaning close to kiss her lush mouth. “My gorgeous mate,” I whisper in her ear, pulling her skirt up.

I smile when I find she’s not wearing panties, that she’s already wet and ready for me. “I’ve never typed so fast in my life,” she admits, running her fingers through my hair. “All I could think about while I was doing that assignment was how good your giant cock was going to feel pumping inside me.”

I groan and spread her legs wide. “Then I won’t make you wait,” I say.

With eager hands, she runs her fingers down my body to yank open my jeans. My perfect human mate grins as she wraps her hands around me and rubs my dripping tip against her clit. With a gasp, her eyes drift shut and I take over, teasing her swollen nub until she writhes and moans beneath me.

“You said you wouldn’t make me wait,” she says with an exaggerated pout. “Get that big thing inside me.”

“I love it when you boss me around,” I tell her, still circling her clit with my tip as her fingers dig into my arms. “I love it more when you beg, though.”

Her laughter is still like music and she pushes her big belly up as she arches her back, driving me to the brink. Her smirk tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing and that I’ll be the one to break first. I grip her hips and let my gaze roam over every inch of her, from her hair spilled out against the pillow to her lust glazed eyes, her ripe tits, the mound of her belly that tells the world I’ve bred her. Her spread legs and slippery, wet pussy. Every last inch of her is mine.

I lean close to breathe in her scent, slightly different now, but still as sweet and intoxicating as the day I met her.

“You win,” I say, ramming my cock home, deep inside her.

Her scream of pleasure comes within seconds, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice, draining every drop of my seed until I collapse in a heap beside her, careful not to crush her or our child.

She wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder as she struggles to catch her breath. “How is it always so good? How do you do that to me every time?”

I lift my face to the ceiling to hide my smug grin. “Because I love you,” I say. “Because I will never get enough of you, and at the same time …” I trail off, not sure she’ll understand.

She holds me close and presses her forehead to mine, her belly pushed against me so that I feel our baby kicking from within her. “It’s enough,” she answers for me.

“Yes,” I agree. “You and I are more than enough.”

~The End

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