Page 56 of Craving Demons

“She and Odin raised Loki, my father, but they’re not his biological parents.”

“Your father is Loki?” Only then did the invitation he’d sent come back to me:Fenris Lokisen. “Like, wants to kill the Avengers, that Loki?”

Fen laughed. “Tom Hiddleston is a lot better looking. For that matter, Chris Hemsworth is a lot better looking than the real Thor too. But yeah. It was a complicated childhood. My sister is Hel, and my brother is a serpent the size of Queens. I also have two half-brothers, but… yeah, you get the point.”

And here I’d thought I was just starting to get used to this daemon thing, but nope. Not even close.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Yeah, I know.”

He quickly led me through the building, instead of heading to the side door, he took me to an underground parking garage, and a parked sleek Porsche 918 Spyder. Having spent most of my life around guys — most of whom loved cars — I’d gotten to know a few, and this one was a beast.

We got in, Fen revved the engine and then we were zipping through the city heading to my place.

“I don’t think I said it out loud,” Fen said with a side glance at me, while expertly navigating the traffic. “But you’re stunning in that dress. You may only be a daemon, but you look like a goddess.”

My face heated and my blush rushed all the way down my chest and arms. “Thank you but I’m sure there are a lot of goddesses who— There has to be some goddess of beauty that looks better than me.”

“Nope. And you’ll meet one this afternoon. Freyja is a goddess of beauty. But I’ve met Aphrodite, Hathor, Lakshmi, Oshun, Lada, and Venus. None of them could hold a candle to you,” he said, his words ringing with truth.

I didn’t know how, but Iknewhe wasn’t just being nice or paying lip service. He actually believed what he was saying.

Well, of the three guys who were “protecting” me, Fen had just shot to the top of my list. Grey was amazing and a close second after his ministrations last night, and Ramsey was a distant third despite having the idea to find Freyja. He was too much of a dick, and my new motto was:no more dicks.

But dicks made me think of Fen and how he thought I was beautiful and how hot I was for him, and by the time we got to my place, I was starting to fall apart with heated need for Fen.

“You’re losing control again, aren’t you?” he asked, through clenched teeth. “Talk to me.”

I raised a brow at that request. “Talk to you?”

Yet even those words seemed to help soothe him. Curious.

“I’ll explain in a moment,” he said as we hurried inside and up to my room.

Once safely there with the door closed behind us, he pounced on me like a hunting cat, lips finding mine, hungry and hot.

I opened to him as he pressed himself to me and I felt the rigid length of his cock press against my belly.

Oh yes.

Oh no! No dicks, remember?

He slid the shoulder of my dress down my arm exposing my breast and raked his fingers over my hypersensitive flesh right to the already stiffened peak of my nipple, heating up my desire. Then he kissed his way down to that bud and plucked at it with his lips, shooting blissful sensations straight to my core, before dazzling my puckered flesh with some amazing tongue work.

“Yes,” I breathed, talking to him like he’d asked because there was no way in hell I was going to remember to control my power. “I want you, Fen. I… we can’t… ohhhh!”

He slid his other hand inside my dress and kneaded my other breast, adding fuel to my desire while still sucking and licking my nipple.

Oh God, yes.

I’d been about to say we can’t go all the way or some such thing, but I was quickly forgetting all the rules. His touch felt so good and I craved more of it. All of it. Everywhere. Now now now.

To my disappointment, he released my breasts a moment later and nuzzled between my cleavage before straightening and capturing my gaze with his.

“I really want to continue this,” he groaned. “But there’s something you should know first. Can you restrain your aspect for just a moment?”

My mind stuttered at the sudden change, going from hot and heavy to needing to pull it all back. I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I pushed him away, sat on the edge of my bed, squeezed my eyes shut, and concentrated on my breathing and bringing my aspect back into me.