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“Odai?” Jeffrey asks with a hopeful lurch, reaching for the amulet that is little more than a trinket now. “Was I right? Was that really it? Are you—”
“Yes,” I say, grasping his hands and causing the paper to finally drop. “Can I and do I want to be my own master were the right questions and allowing me to be is the answer.” I swoop forward, gathering Jeffrey in my arms, only this time, I kiss him with all the passion only a free man can offer.
Jeffrey whimpers, even though his tongue is being just as exploring and eager as mine, and despite mine no longer becoming forked. “That’s really, really it?” he asks again, hot and breathless on my lips. “Because that was a total shot in the dark!”
I laugh. “I don’t feel that different honestly, but I know my tethers are broken, because I feel no urge to grant your desires. No compulsion to, only my own desire to make you happy for as long as you’ll have me.” I kiss him again, deeper, for I have never, not in thousands of years, wanted so desperately to claim someone. To make them mine. To feel as though I could have anything or anyone again.
I show it by sliding my hands beneath the front bustle of Jeffrey’s skirt.
He bucks against my hands, and then moans when my fingers slip beneath his bloomers. “U-um… bedroom? Now?”
“Oh yes,” I agree. “It has been too long since I bedded someone as my true self, and I wish to experience that with you again and again.”
So, I did.
Chapter eighteen
Jeffrey
Iam as pleasantly sore as any morning after taking Odai’s ring, even if last night, we weren’t man and incubus, but simply two men.
Well, demiboy and man.
I’ll miss the forked tongue. And the ring. And all of that form. But at least I never need to miss Odai, not even as I rouse on Monday morning, contentedly in bed, with Odai asleep beside me for the first time.
The mirror above the bed remains. The TV and the chest at the foot of my bed are there too. Odai being free and human didn’t erase my previous wishes, so Madame Mattie’s should be fine too, and is an official historical landmark. A landmark that might soon be mine.
Mine. Me, Jeffrey, the demidude, who feels a little like he won the lottery. A lot like he won the lottery, because when Odai rolls toward me in his groggy, slowly waking state, the sheets fall off him, showing the naked curves of his body in his reflection.
He is so gorgeous. With my hair fanned out, still curly from last night’s shows, I guess I am too. Although I do grab my glasses from the nightstand to clear the images.
Better, I think, as I scan down Odai’s body, and eventually back up to find open eyes.
“Just enjoying the view,” I say to his reflection.
“As am I.” Odai takes hold of the sheets and draws them the rest of the way off us, revealing my curves too. Well, maybe there’s a little curviness to my hips, but I don’t have the sculpted muscles or perfect ass of Odai. I still love seeing us together, especially when he pulls me closer, and we look into each other’s actual eyes instead of the mirror.
Odai kisses me. He tastes… still like spices, but more grounded like something I know I can keep. Even if I fell for an incubus with claws and fangs and two prongs at the end of his tongue, I feel the same rush kissing him now as I did the first time.
I even almost think I see his dark eyes shimmer purple.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
Odai tilts his head. That’s the same as the first time too. “Hungry,” he says, seemingly fascinated and pleased by that answer. “Shall we get coffee and something to eat?”
“You don’t desire anything else?” I bump my nose to his.
“I suppose there is an equally appealing option.” He rolls on top of me, grinding his morning wood against mine, and the friction is instantly hot enough to make me pant.
I writhe beneath him, shivering when he latches onto my neck. “Ngnn… you feel so good. I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy before coffee, but a slow grind is totally doable.”
Odai chuckles into the crook of my neck.
“I just wish I could have both, you know? Coffee and you without getting out of bed.”
Odai pulls up and presents a to-go cup from Sage.
We both bolt into sitting positions.
