Overwhelming sensations buzzed low in his belly and down into his pelvis. At this rate, his cock was going to formwhether he wanted it to or not. Hells, he could almost feel it even now, could almost feel it twitching with pressure and anticipation.
“You can sleep beside me in bed,” she said as she walked past him, securing her hair atop her head in a messy bun.
Nyte’s eyes fixated on her ass, tracing its luscious curve.
And then her words registered. Lie beside her through the night?
Yes.
“No,” he said curtly.
She looked back at him with a cheeky smile. “Why not? Scared I might bite?”
To his frustration, part of him longed to learn the feel of her teeth marking him. “I don’t sleep, witch.”
“Oh. Don’t you ever get bored?”
“How could I get bored when there are infinite universal mysteries to contemplate?”
She smirked. “Soooo…that’s a yes?”
He let out a huff through his nostrils. “Occasionally.”
“Hmm… Ah-ha!” She moved to her nightstand and picked up a thin, rectangular object.
Nyte had to restrain his excitement as she approached him, especially as her sweet gardenia and vanilla scent flooded his senses. He could not allow her nearness to affect him. Would not.
But as she stood next to him and opened the object, he could feel the heat radiating from her, beckoning him closer, intensifying the ache in his groin.
Ember tapped a button, and the screen on the upper half lit up. It was reminiscent of her cellphone and the display on the counter in her store, but larger. The lower portion of the object had many buttons with glowing numbers and letters upon them.
“This is a laptop. A portable computer.” She used the small, flat pad to move a tiny arrow around the screen. “If you double click this icon, you can watch movies.” She moved the arrow to another tiny image. “If you open this one, you can browse the internet, allowing you to search anything and everything you can think of.”
Ember looked up at him. “Might help you catch up on things in the modern world since you’re four hundred years behind.”
Nyte’s gaze flicked from Ember to the screen. “Show me.”
She clicked on the icon she called the internet and a new screen appeared. Then she pressed down on the lettered buttons like they were the keys of a harpsichord. One letter at a time, the worddemoncame onto the screen, and then she tapped a button that readENTER. The screen immediately changed to another that described what a demon was, with religious and mythological stories tied to them and images of varying horned creatures.
“I’ve never seen a means of scrying that could produce information like this,” Nyte said as he looked over the text. “Though I cannot say if it is much use. Most of this is wildly incorrect.”
“Then I shouldn’t have to press it upon you to not believe everything you read on the internet.” Ember smiled and passed him the laptop. “You can look up current events to learn about how the world has changed from what you knew, or just…put on some movies and be entertained.”
She stepped away from him, and Nyte watched her go, resisting the urge to grab her and draw her back to his side.
Peeling back the covers, she climbed onto the bed and slipped beneath them before she reached over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness. The only remaining light came from the laptop’s screen and thefaint glow of the streetlamps outside, which crept in around the edges of the curtains.
But Nyte saw perfectly in the darkness. He watched his witch as she lay down on her side and drew the blanket over her.
“Goodnight, Nyte,” she said softly, closing her eyes.
“Goodnight, witch,” he replied just as gently.
Some part of him would’ve been content to keep his gaze upon her, but he forced his attention to the laptop. It didn’t matter that the empty space in her bed was a void his body could perfectly have filled, didn’t matter how tempting the thought of lying beside her, wrapping her in his arms, and tucking her body against his was.
He dissipated his wings and sank down to sit on the floor, leaning back against the wall and holding the laptop on his lap. Based on its name, he assumed that was the intended method of use.
Nyte hesitated with his fingers hovering over the lettered keys. She’d said he could search anything and everything he could think of. How was one to narrow infinite options into a single choice? If he could look up information on anything, anything in all creation, what should he begin with?
