Chapter 6
2 months later
Iam
Old me wouldn’t have agreed to leave. Old me would have chained her to my bed and fucked her until she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Old me would have at least shifted to something cuddly like a puppy or kitten and mewled my way into her home. But I promised not to be the old me. I can’t use trickery to get her this time. She needs to love me on her own.
At least that was my position last night. This morning, I’m awakened by heartbeats. There’s only one way I can hear someone’s heart beating. Gestation.
Fuck.I could tell she was on birth control but forgot that manmade prophylactics are unable to tell a god’s sperm what to do. Going against my New Chance New Me, I tune intoShyla’sthoughts.
Ick. Coffee is the worst lately. I hate that woman’s perfume. Why the fuck am I so emotional?
Yup, pregnant. A baby will change everything. This throws off my plans to be gentle and patient. No, a baby requires me to act now. A god’s baby in a mortal’s body is not a new occurrence but it doesn’t mean that demigods don’t wreak their mortal mom’s uteruses.
It sounds like she’s at work, so I’ll allow her to be for now. Once she’s off…
Damn, Laz is looking fine as hell in that suit.
Growling, I manifest at her job. Shyla’s light brown eyes grow into saucers and her tasty lips form and hole big enough for me to fuck her mouth. My desire to take her again almost distracts me from my mission. We’re in a conference room. She looks to be in a meeting with six other people. With her, seven sets of shocked eyes watch me walk around the conference room perusing the decor and the people in it
“What the hell,” one man starts. He’s at the head of the table. He must be the boss, but I wave my hand to silence him.
A woman - a fellow redhead- eyes me appreciatively although my sudden appearance is still a surprise to her.
“Who are you?” she whispers in awe.
“Iam.” I tell her. “Iam Lokey. Nice to meet you.”
My glare falls on my wife-mypregnantwife-before anyone else can ask me anything. “Who’s Laz?”
She frowns as her brain catches up with the reason for my sudden appearance.
“You said you’d stop doing that! It is a breach of privacy. You cannot listen to my thoughts!”
“What thoughts?” A somewhat attractive Hispanic man asks.
“Ah. So, you’re Laz?”
He lands his scared hazel eyes on me. “Yes?”
Laz eyes are big with fear when he floats out of his chair with the rise of my hand. The other people gasp in horror.
“Iam,” Shyla cautions.
Old Loki would have turned him into something or killed him on the spot. I’m trying to be calmer. Calmer Loki makes Laz’s clothes disappear to show Shyla she’s not missing anything.
“Does he still look good, now?” I ask with a rise of an eyebrow.
Laz yelps and tries to cover up his body, but he can’t since I have control over him now.
“You overbearing asshole,” she sputters. I’m not in the mood for a speech. I wink and it sends her into an intense orgasm.
“Oh, how quickly one forgets the one who saved her life,” I mock her as she bends to my power.
Shyla is left to moan and writhe in her chair while I encode disinterest of Shyla into Laz’s head. The rest of the stunned employees' eyes shoot between the two while the boss turns red from screaming and jumping without being heard in his mute state.
Once her orgasm subsides, Shyla’s glare returns but she’s learned not to call me names.
