Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

I should be horrified by what I saw last night.

Did Freya even realise what she was doing? She poured that dark magic of death and decay into the demon. Any other being would be dead from how much she gave him, and the demon knew it. That's why he did what he did . . . or at least I think so.

Little bits of that magic would have been fine for anyone, and they would just feel weak the next day, but that amount would kill any other.

I could see the darkness between their lips, pouring into him.

Did she even know what she was doing?

I should feel guilty for watching them, and it's clear she's embarrassed as she hurries to the bathroom upon waking. No doubt her magic was in control more than she was, but despite all that, I feel hunger.

I want to see her that desperate atop me, using my body. I want her hands touching me like that.

Fuck, the sound she made when she came is burned into my brain. I want to swallow it, to memorise it. I have never hungered for something as much. It is as if she's calling to the primal side of me, and after watching her find her pleasure last night, I've been hard and aching for the little witch in a way an immortal being should not be.

Of course I noticed her beauty, but last night in the dark, it was as if she cast a spell upon us all until our darkest desires unravelled, and now we are all left in the aftermath. Can we go back?

Do I even want to?

Not too long later, Freya returns, dressed and ready for the day. Her hair is plaited down both sides of her face, with dark wisps escaping even as she blows them from her eyes. Her curvy body is encased in flowing dark pants and a blouse, and she seems totally oblivious to the effect it has on us both. The demon and I track her movements with lustful, hungry gazes as she moves over to the brewing potion and checks on it. When she bends over to reach for something, the demon actually groans, looking at me as if to check if I'm seeing this.

I nod solemnly, and we share a pained, almost brotherly look in solidarity.

"Okay, I added the next ingredient. It just needs to boil down now, so we have time. What?" She blinks as she turns to find us both staring at her. Pulling my legs up, I rest my chin on the top of them to hide my arousal. The demon makes no such moves. In fact, he presses his hands to his hips as if to present his very obvious erection to her.

"You look very good today." His eyes run down her body appreciatively. "Very fucking good."

Her lashes flutter as she stares and then peers at me. "And why are you being weird?"

"Very good." I nod, unable to say any other words since my eyes keep drifting to her body, much like the demon's.

I am supposed to be a god, good and ancient—I wonder if she would let me bite that plump flesh.

"Men. God or demon, it doesn't matter what kind, you are all the same," she mutters as she grabs a coat and pulls it on, causing us both to lament as it covers her chest.

"Men or women. If you go around looking like that, we are bound to stare," the demon remarks seriously. "Where are we going? "

She glares at him. "I am going to walk around. I want to know what's been going on with the mask that was stolen."

He and I share a knowing look. "Maybe that isn't such a good idea," I say. If they know what or suspect what she could be like Agatha, then they will be looking to blame her, and things like this can spiral quickly. I would hate for her to get hurt by her own people, especially since she is oblivious as to why.

She glares at us. "Now let's get one thing clear, this is my life, my house, and my coven. Do not try to tell me what to do. Demon or god, I don't care. If you start pulling that shit, I will turn you into dildos and pass you out to the coven." She flips a braid over her shoulder and marches out of the cave while we both gawk.

"She wouldn't, would she?" I ask incredulously.

The demon nods, glancing back at me. "She once turned me into a flagpole during one of their celebrations. I have never felt so violated. It was amazing."

"I would have different feelings," I mutter.

Grinning, he pops out of existence, and I sigh, left alone once more. I could follow them, but I don't want her to suspect me of lying to her with how hard she's working to free me. Instead, I turn to the TV with a frown. "Demon, where's the remote?" He doesn't answer, so with a sigh, I click my fingers and send magic to the TV. I watch it fizzle before it starts to smoke. I turn away with a wince. I'll just blame the demon.

Freya will believe me.