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His shadows settled over us like a blanket.

“Good,” he said, satisfaction returning to his voice. “We can do it again.”

My abused muscles clenched in alarm. “Not right now.”

“How long do humans require?”

“At least until I can feel my legs again.”

Caligo appeared to consider that. “I can still feel them.”

“They’re not your legs.”

“They are mine if the rest of you is.”

I smiled despite myself and closed my eyes. “We can talk about recovery time in the morning. Ask me then.”

“I will.”

Something in his tone suggested that he intended to count the seconds. I guess it would give him something to do while I slept, and he did whatever it was he did at night.

Chapter Twenty-three

Rowan

It turned out that the version of Caligo who wasn’t pretending to be sexless had quite the sex drive once he stopped holding back. He proved it repeatedly, wringing orgasms from my body even when I didn’t think another was possible because I’d only come thirty minutes earlier. He liked to experiment with new positions as well, his unnatural strength proving useful on multiple occasions.

One of his favorites was holding me against the wall and really driving into me. It left me powerless to do anything but cling to him and take it. If this was what having sex with a monster was like, then I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to go back to humans. Not that Caligo would probably let me. He never missed an opportunity to inform me I was his. The words were possessive enough that they should have scared me, yet somehow, they didn’t. It felt more like being enclosed within a bubble of safety that no one else could penetrate because Caligo wouldn’t let them.

“How do you feel about the name Cal?” I asked as I lay in a boneless heap diagonally across the bed. Caligo lay beside me, his hands and shadows already stroking over my body in anticipation of another round.

“Why?”

“It’s a human thing. We like to shorten names. One syllable instead of three. If you tell me you don’t like it, then I won’t use it.”

“Who would call me that?”

“Just me.”

He considered the idea for a moment. “Then it’s acceptable.” His fingers found my limp cock and began manipulating the flesh. I summoned enough energy to prop myself up on my elbows so that I could watch what he was doing. “I think you’re on a losing streak there. You’re not going to get anything out of it for a while.”

I’d gotten better at reading Caligo’s facial expressions, and right then, his conveyed pure disappointment. I rolled onto my front, resting my head on my forearms. “You can still fuck me. I’ll enjoy it. I just won’t come.”

Caligo didn’t need asking twice. He was even considerate enough to make his cock smaller. And I’d lied because I came again.

I took a shower afterward. Along with not eating or sleeping, Caligo didn’t shower either. It was funny how many of the weird things about him were also perfect. Who wouldn’t want a self-cleaning boyfriend who cost nothing in upkeep and had an adjustable cock that could be sized according to your mood?

Then, of course, there was the fact that he produced far more cum than your average human. I’d had too many other things to think about the first time he’d come between my thighs, but I’d certainly noticed it since. It was hard not to when you found yourself drowning in the stuff. It was a good thing I had enough money for a constant supply of clean sheets.

I was still weighing the advantages and disadvantages when Caligo appeared in the bathroom. “There’s a man at the door,” he announced without preamble. “He keeps knocking.”

“Yeah?” I stuck my head out of the shower cubicle. Sure enough, another knock sounded a few seconds later. It was the knock of someone who’d already tried more than once and intended to keep going until they got an answer.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Caligo asked.

I switched off the shower and grabbed a robe as I stepped out. “And when you say get rid of him, you mean…”

“Scare him away.”