Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 29

January 24, 2021

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 29: Postcoital -

When Mrs. Rebecca finally suggested we should take a break from fucking, I was both satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. I’d never felt so content and relieved before, and yet I didn’t want it to ever end.

However, she was right.

I wasn’t sure how long we spent actually fucking until orgasm, but we spent way more time just making-out, kissing and moaning while my cock slowly slid in and out of her wet snatch.

It was perfect.

The perfect orgasms.

The perfect intimacy.

The perfect sex.

When Mrs. Rebecca finally requested I grab her black fluffy robe, so she could cover up a little, so that at least most of her tits were concealed, we both then just relaxed on the couch for a few minutes, with her seeming especially worn out physically, just from so much sexual tension for so long.

However, it was hard to feel like it was truly over when I had such a great view of her spread legs, her head turned to the side as she laid on her back, breathing softly with her eyes closed, her thick curly red hair strewn all over the leather cushion.

The sight was amazing.

Her body was wrapped in that gorgeous latex bodysuit, her tits and swollen pussy the only things exposed, my cum all over the place between her thighs. Fuck, she had my cum dripping down her crack, her juicy folds just as shiny as her outfit from being soaked in my thick white fluid.

Oh fuck, I really didn’t want to stop.

However, when I grabbed my pants to check the time on my nearly-dead phone, I realized we did have to stop. Earlier, Gabriella and I had left the house at around 8:00 PM, and then I’d slept for almost an hour and a half, considering that my fiancé spoke with her mom for almost an hour.

That put us at roughly 9:30 PM when I finally met Mrs. Rebecca.

We were fucking by 10:00 PM.

It was now almost midnight.

Two hours.

Two hours vanished in the blink of an eye as Mrs. Watson and I shared in the most carnal of pleasures, spending the majority of that time just kissing after cumming multiple times in a row.

Fuck, it was so amazing.

And yet, I knew that we had to leave soon, since Serenity was currently undergoing her own transformation to become like me, thanks to my blood, and would be waking up any time in the next hour, if she wasn’t already about to wake up.

Dammit, I wanted to be there for her when she roused, but I’d been completely lost in the rawest of lust and passion for the last two hours. Granted, I didn’t regret it. No way in hell could I even begin to regret what we shared, or even consider stopping sooner.

That’s just how amazing it’d been.

However, if we were going to leave now, then I supposed I needed to be the one to clean things up. After all, I’d be a really poor houseguest if I left Mrs. Rebecca with the job of wiping up all my cum.

Figuring I’d go ahead and get to work, I found some cleaning supplies in one of the upstairs bathrooms, discovering that Gabriella had fallen asleep on a couch upstairs, and started wiping up the leather cushions and floor.

Mrs. Rebecca didn’t even comment on what I was doing, almost seeming as if she was about to fall asleep too, before I grabbed some toilet paper to gently start wiping up my cum between her thighs.

“Oh baby,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open as she focused on me. “Sweetie, you are too perfect.”

I grinned, sincerely thrilled to do anything to please her. Literally hoping I was scoring points to get the opportunity to do this again the moment she was ready. Fuck, I was whipped as hell and I didn’t even care. I wanted her body so bad, and I knew she had every right to deny me if she so chose.

Once I’d cleaned her up thoroughly, I bent down to kiss her gently on the clit, causing her to gasp and flinch, the light playing off her latex-clad thighs as they moved. I then covered her fully with the robe, so she wasn’t exposed at all, before I left her again and made my way back upstairs to wake Gabriella up.

Giving her a full kiss on the lips, her emerald eyes popped open, looking groggy as she focused on me. “Oh, hey baby.” She sighed heavily. “I love you so much. You were so yummy.”

“I love you too,” I agreed, sincerely appreciating her patience while I fucked Mrs. Rebecca, even though it was obvious she’d absorbed my lust as well. “But we do need to leave soon.”

She nodded. “I might take a nap on the way home,” she said, groaning as she began easing herself up.

“Sure,” I replied simply.

She yawned loudly as she stood and stretched a little, only to follow me downstairs and back into the living room, seeming a bit more awake when she spoke to the sexy woman lying on the couch, who was essentially using the fluffy black robe like a blanket.

“Hey mom, do you need anything before we leave?”

Mrs. Rebecca sighed heavily, her eyes popping open again as she focused on us. “Umm, no I think I’m alright. You two can see yourselves out. Just lock the door behind you.”

“You aren’t going to stay here on the couch, are you?” I wondered seriously.

She focused on me more intently, and then gave me a sleepy grin. “Why, young man? Are you offering to carry me to my bed?”

I could tell she was kidding, because she looked shocked when I nodded, walking over and scooping her right up into my arms.

“Oh my,” she groaned. “You act like I weigh nothing, baby.”

“Gabriella told you I was stronger than a normal person, didn’t she?” I wondered as I began walking between the two large leather couches and around the corner to the stairs.

“Umm, I suppose she implied it,” Mrs. Rebecca admitted, yawning herself as she leaned her head against my shoulder. She then sighed, her voice low. “Oh, how I wish I was thirty years younger,” she mumbled, turning her face inward to inhale my scent before snuggling contently. “Mmm, you smell wonderful. What kind of body spray do you use?”

“Oh,” I said in surprise. “Umm, I didn’t put anything on actually,” I realized, as I gracefully made it to the top of the stairs with her in my arms. Fuck, I didn’t even put on deodorant earlier after my shower, but I supposed I also wasn’t expecting to be fucking the sexiest goddess on the planet.

On the second floor, the stairs opened up into a spacious living area that had a pool table and bar, as well as another leather couch where Gabriella had fallen asleep. It was actually a really nice space, feeling sort of like what I’d seen in people’s basements sometimes, just on the second floor instead.

Honestly, the sight kind of made me interested in playing pool with Gabriella’s dad, but I wasn’t sure how in the hell I was going to deal with him knowing I’d fucked his wife. Because Mrs. Rebecca had been clear that she’d be letting him know.

Fuck, would he really be okay with this?

Would I be able to shake his hand, look him in the eye, and socialize with him like a father-in-law when he knew that, not only was I fucking his daughter, but I’d also fucked his wife?

But I supposed if he was used to sharing her, then maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal to him?

Maybe he would even like me more because I made her feel so good?

But no way in hell was I ever going to be okay with him watching me do it. And honestly, I was thankful that Mrs. Rebecca made a point to explain that in the beginning – this was something unique between her and her daughter, which meant I got to fuck Gabriella’s mom without her dad being involved.

Still, meeting him was going to be awkward as fuck.

Upstairs, there were also a couple of rooms I hadn’t ventured into yet, along with a well-furnished bathroom.

And then there was Mr. and Mrs. Watson’s bedroom, which was extremely elaborate, including a massive bed, with a crimson canopy that hung from the ceiling and went to four poles on the corners of the bed, making it look like it was designed for royalty. The sheets were then black silk, with the thick blanket a slightly darker shade of crimson compared to the canopy.

It was fancy, ornate, and definitely a sexually charged space.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Mrs. Rebecca commented after inhaling my scent again, responding to me not wearing any body spray. “I’m assuming you used coconut shampoo, because I can smell that, and there’s the faint scent of your laundry detergent as well, but then there’s this wonderful…” She paused, her eyes closed as she inhaled yet again. “I don’t even know what to call it. But it’s kind of sweet, sort of like your cum, except it smells nothing like cum of course. Almost more like honey or something.”

“Huh,” I replied. “Could be my natural scent, but I’m not sure. I will say that both you and Gabriella have the most amazing aroma I’ve ever smelled, and the closest thing I can think to compare it to is maple syrup.”

Her emerald eyes popped open then as I neared the bed, a smirk tugging at her full lips. “Gabby did mention that’s the reason why you couldn’t resist her.”

I nodded, suddenly much more intense than I was planning as I leaned down to press my lips firmly against hers. “It’s also why I can’t resist you,” I whispered.

“Oh baby,” she moaned, sticking her tongue in my mouth as she ran her fingers through my hair. She then pulled away much too soon. “My phone is on the bedside table there,” she whispered, continuing when I looked. “Go ahead and put your phone number in it for me, okay sweetie?”

“Okay,” I replied cheerfully, a shit-eating grin plastered on my face. I then gave her a quick peck on the lips before setting her down in her bed. “Do you want me to help you get out of your outfit?” I wondered hesitantly.

She shook her head, sighing deeply. “No, I love sleeping like this sometimes.” Her eyes popped open then, giving me an affectionate look. “I’ll wake up and immediately remember what we shared together.” She smirked. “You might be receiving a message from me in the morning, just to say hi. I hope you don’t mind talking occasionally to your girl’s mother.”

“Not at all,” I replied with a grin, grabbing the blanket when she motioned like she was going to reach for it, only to grab her phone and turn the screen on. It was unlocked, so I opened up her contacts, only to be sincerely shocked by the sheer number of them.

Holy fuck, she had hundreds upon hundreds of phone numbers saved.

Unexpectedly feeling mischievous, I decided to play a little game with her, creating a new contact and then saving it as ‘Best Fuck You’ve Ever Had.’

Placing her phone back down, I leaned over to tuck her in. “I saved my number,” I said softly. “Although, you’ll have to find it, to send me a message.” I grinned when her emerald eyes popped open in confusion. “I’ll give you a hint though. I saved it under B. Only have like fifty contacts to look through.”

She laughed at that. “All right, baby boy. I’ll play your game. Drive home safely, okay?”

“I will,” I agreed, closing the gap to give her one last long kiss. “Love you Mrs. Rebecca,” I added as I pulled away.

“Love you too, baby boy,” she whispered, sighing in contentment as she turned her head on the pillow again, looking like she was falling back asleep.

Heading out of the room and downstairs, I found Gabriella on the couch close to where I’d left her, with phone in hand, typing out a message, but still looking tired.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

She nodded, standing up and sticking her phone in her pocket. “Yeah, Avery said Serenity is still asleep, but seems fine. Breathing and everything is normal.”

I nodded, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as we headed for the door. Locking it behind us, I then escorted Gabriella to the passenger’s side, opening the door for her and letting her climb in. Then, once I’d closed her door and gotten in too, I focused on her as I started the car and began backing up to get on the road, only to realize I didn’t actually know where we were.

“Hey, can I borrow your phone to use the GPS?” I wondered.

She nodded, pulling it back out and then loading the app herself, typing in my address. She then handed it to me and tucked her hands between her thighs, looking like she was trying to get more comfortable.

“That was really amazing, by the way,” she whispered after a second. “I never imagined that your lust could taste so good, but you fucking someone else just made it so much better.”

“Oh, yeah, it really was amazing,” I agreed, surprised she sincerely enjoyed it so much, smirking when I saw that her eyes were closed already. “I love you,” I added.

She sighed heavily. “I love you so much. You’ve honestly made me the happiest girl alive. I can hardly wait to do this kind of thing again.”

“Me too,” I agreed softly, knowing from her tone that she was drifting now, with me looking forward to her actually participating when we eventually had sex with Serenity or Avery.

And sure enough, she didn’t respond, her lips slightly parting after another minute. The drive home was mostly quiet after that, aside from her phone occasionally spouting out directions, but I pretty much knew the way after only glancing at the map once.

It helped that I had a very powerful spatial memory.

But it also helped I had a very powerful incentive to memorize where Gabriella’s mom lived.

And without a doubt, whether via a car or by flying, I could find Mrs. Watson again without any trouble.

When I was finally pulling back into my driveway, I was confident Serenity was still unconscious, and thankful that both Michelle and Avery were still awake, sounding as if they were in the kitchen together.

Avery noticed my headlights shining through the front windows, prompting her to perk up. Apparently, she’d been sitting at the kitchen table while her mom messed with something, kind of sounding as if she was getting ready to make a pot of coffee.

Ah shit, I should probably warn her caffeine might affect her ability to look normal.

But oh well, it wasn’t like it was the end of the world right now. And maybe if Michelle was used to drinking it, then it wouldn’t affect her as much. Either way, I’d have to warn her to be careful.

When I parked next to Serenity’s blue vehicle, I then turned off the car and began rubbing Gabriella’s shoulder gently to stir her awake. She finally opened her eyes after about half a minute, with Avery peeking out the kitchen window now as if to confirm it was us.

“Oh, are we home already?” she wondered groggily.

I smirked, loving it that she called my house ‘home’ like she already lived with me and Serenity. “Yep,” I agreed cheerfully. “And you can head to bed,” I added. “You don’t need to stay up.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think I could anyway. I feel so…full and content.” She smiled, reminding me that she’d absorbed some of my lust earlier. “Wow, that really was amazing. I’m glad it wasn’t a dream.” She then sighed heavily. “But I’m so relaxed and sleepy now, like how I might feel if I ate too much for dinner.”

I laughed. “Maybe you did eat too much,” I agreed. “Just not food.”

She smirked again, focusing on me with her sleepy emerald eyes. “Yeah, but it was worth it. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, popping open my door to climb out. I then walked around to wrap my arm around her once she got out too, walking up to our mini-porch, surprised when Avery rushed over to open the door for us.

“Welcome back!” she said cheerfully. “How’d it go?”

Gabriella spoke up before I could. “It went really well, actually,” she replied as we stepped through the doorway. “Although, I’m really tired now.” She glanced up at me as I closed the door behind us, before focusing on my classmate again. “Want to sleep together in Kai’s bed?” she wondered.

Avery’s face flushed, her skin becoming more tan. “Umm,” she began, only to look over her shoulder, focusing on her mom in the kitchen.

Michelle was watching us, still wearing the pink pajamas from earlier, speaking up when she met her daughter’s gaze. “That’s fine, honey. I can figure something else out.”

Oh damn, I suspected Gabriella and I had both forgotten I’d offered to let Avery and her mom sleep in my bed, while I slept on the couch.

“You can take the couch,” I quickly said to Michelle. “It’s actually more comfortable than my bed anyway.”

Michelle looked surprise. “What about you, dear?” she wondered.

I shrugged. “I’ll probably stay in Serenity’s room until she wakes up, and then I guess I can always just share the bed with her.”

Avery’s mom nodded, not at all seeming bothered by that suggestion.

“O-kay,” Gabriella said emphatically, focusing on Avery. “Then since that’s decided, let’s go raid Serenity’s dresser for a pair of pajamas for you, and then get to bed.” She paused to yawn. “I really am exhausted.”

“W-What about you?” Avery wondered.

Gabriella focused on her in surprise. “Oh, I actually already have a set I was wearing in Kai’s room. I’ll just change into those.”

“O-Okay,” Avery agreed, turning around to head up the stairs. She then yelped when Gabriella unexpectedly smacked her ass, hard, a huge grin on her face when Avery abruptly shifted, her skin tan, her lips frosted, her hair snow-white. Avery glanced at me, clearly embarrassed, before gulping and continuing up the stairs.

Michelle just shook her head, turning back around to focus on the pot of coffee that was actively brewing now. “Oh, to be young again,” she mumbled to herself, not seeming as if she was intending to be heard.

Thus, I decided not to respond to what she said, moving into the kitchen to sit down since I could hear Serenity breathing just fine upstairs.

I then cleared my throat after a second. “Thanks for watching over her while we were gone,” I said sincerely, trying not to stare at Michelle’s tight ass, juicy thighs, and thin waist all wrapped up in yummy pink fluffiness.

Michelle glanced at me over her shoulder. “Of course, honey. Happy to do so.”

I nodded, averting my gaze, kind of feeling like reality was hitting me hard again.

Because after what I just experienced with Mrs. Rebecca, it was almost hard to remember that Michelle wasn’t one of my women at this point, with Mrs. Watson’s openness to fucking me causing me almost to forget that most people weren’t like that.

And while Gabriella’s mom had an open relationship with her husband, Michelle had been committed to one man for the last two decades. A man who recently broke her heart, which might have made her hesitant to open up to another guy anytime soon.

Especially not a guy my age, and especially not a guy dating her daughter.

Of course, the hesitation to jump into a new relationship was kind of good for me, especially if she wasn’t going to end up deciding to be with me too, but it also kind of sucked simply because I really wanted her.

When I didn’t respond verbally, Michelle continued after a few seconds. “So, did Gabriella’s mom know anything about that black stone?” she wondered.

Oh shit, we’d completely forgotten about that.

“Umm, she didn’t have much to say about it,” I lied, although it wasn’t technically a lie. “But I think she’s going to see if she can find out more,” I added, just in case we did show her tomorrow, or whenever we saw her next, and she did actually know about it.

Michelle simply nodded, grabbing a mug to pour herself a cup of coffee.

“You can go to sleep if you want,” I offered, before she had a chance to drink it.

She hesitated, focusing on me. “Oh, I was going to stay up to keep you company, at least until Serenity woke up. What would you prefer, dear?”

I glanced away as I considered that. “Umm, it’s up to you, I guess. I wouldn’t mind the company,” I admitted.

She nodded, moving closer to sit down at the table. However, on her way, I saw her grimace, her shoulders visibly stiffening slightly.

“Oh, can you sense the stone in my car?” I wondered in surprise.

She nodded. “I’m afraid so, dear.”

“Then, let me run outside and back my car up further down the driveway. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t complain, simply nodding as she took a sip of her mug.

Backing up the car was easy enough, so I was out and then back inside within a minute, having a seat at the table across from Michelle.

“Thank you, honey,” she whispered, seeming much more relaxed.

“Thank you,” I replied sincerely. “Although, I’m curious if you have any idea why you can feel something bad from it. Like, any idea why it’s only you?”

She shook her head. “No, and I’ve been thinking about that myself. My daughter also didn’t sense anything at all, so I’ve got no clue why it’s just me.” She sighed. “However, I know I’m not imagining it. Whatever I’m feeling is very real.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I agreed. “Obviously it must be real if it’s enough to make you sick.”

She grimaced. “I’m really sorry you had to see me like that. I’m sure it was revolting.”

“Not at all,” I replied gently. “Honestly, I would have offered to hold your hair back myself if I’d thought of it.”

She gave me a small smile. “Thank you, honey. That’s really sweet.”

I nodded. “So now what?” I wondered, just trying to get an idea of where her thoughts were on the future.

She sighed. “Well, after talking with my daughter, and after seeing that little display just now, I’m thinking she might not be able to handle going back to school on Monday.”

I nodded, assuming she was referring to Gabriella smacking Avery’s ass and making her shift instantly. Granted, that was unlikely to happen at school, but if a random guy did end up doing that to her, and it made her pissed, no doubt she’d end up having a similar reaction.

And then the cat would be out of the bag.

I didn’t know if I could compel men at this point, so if there was even just one guy involved, then there was definitely almost no way to keep this a secret. And I didn’t exactly want to resort to murder to ensure silence, even if us being exposed could mean our own lives were at risk.

No doubt there would be people who wanted to kill us off simply because of the nature of our existence. It kind of made me wonder how other supernatural people got by, since there were undoubtedly others like me and Gabriella both. But then again, most people assumed the supernatural didn’t exist, and just kind of shrugged off unexplainable things.

Like the fact that Michelle miraculously recovered in the hospital.

Certainly, they didn’t get a chance to run more tests, which meant they weren’t aware she didn’t even have broken bones anymore, but even still, all the medical staff were just like, ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ and then shrugged it off as if it wasn’t the first time they’d seen or heard about something unusual like that happen.

Or they at least thought that her ‘miraculous recovery’ was temporary, which was why the doctor was so reluctant to discharge her. But either way, Michelle wasn’t their patient anymore, and if she was going to end up back in the hospital, she might get admitted to a different hospital. Which meant, not seeing her again didn’t necessarily mean much to them.

It wasn’t like it confirmed a miracle.

And the medical staff would go on their merry way, forgetting all about her as they focused on all their other sick patients. So I supposed it wasn’t too difficult to keep it a secret, so long as true exposure was handled appropriately.

“Makes sense,” I agreed, when Michelle didn’t continue, regarding Avery not going back to school.

She sighed heavily, taking another sip of her coffee.

“You doing alright?” I wondered sincerely.

She looked at me in surprise. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine, honey. Honestly, I feel great physically, only a little gross after being around that stone again. And I guess I’m a little stressed about divorcing my husband, but that’s nothing new. I’ve been stressed about the situation for a while now.”

I nodded, cautious as I probed for more information. “What about the divorce is stressful?” I asked hesitantly, hoping I didn’t sound callous or inconsiderate. “Are you worried about having to sell the house or something?”

She shook her head. “No, when we got married, my parents made me sign a prenup that ensured that any money that they gave me would be solely mine. In hindsight, I can see the wisdom in it, even though I was pissed about it at the time.” She sighed. “But my husband and I couldn’t afford the kind of wedding I wanted, and they wouldn’t agree to pay for it unless I signed the papers.”

I nodded slowly. “And a prenup is what exactly?” I asked hesitantly.

She looked at me in surprise again. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Of course you probably wouldn’t know. I know I certainly didn’t when I was your age. It’s a prenuptial agreement, which is a legal contract signed before marriage outlining certain legal rights during the marriage, as well as what happens if there is ever a divorce. It can cover a lot of things actually, and can be a smart thing to do if two people aren’t financially equal, because it ensures both parties are entering the marriage for the right reasons, and aren’t just going to divorce for money in a year.”

I nodded in acknowledgment. “Not sure I’d want to sign something like that,” I admitted.

“Which is perfectly fine,” Michelle said reassuringly. “I’d venture to say that your situation is much different than most. My daughter would certainly never want to leave you, your fiancé certainly wouldn’t either, and of course there’s Serenity. I’m afraid I don’t think you can marry all of them legally, but I wouldn’t be concerned with any of them divorcing you.”

I glanced away, still feeling myself kind of embarrassed to have her know about my relationship situation. Because, well, she really did feel like a mom – even if she looked young enough for her oldest kid to be a toddler, not my age – and I could easily imagine her scolding me like a mom.

Really, she kind of did scold me earlier, but that was out of concern for my safety.

Nevertheless, she’d been very demanding about making me let go of that black stone.

“So anyway,” she continued. “Technically, filing the divorce paperwork and going through that headache will actually be very simple. I’ll keep the house, I’ll keep my investments, and he’ll just be left with his job, personal savings, and his new little slut.” She frowned. “However, it still makes me feel stressed. We were together for basically twenty years, and now it’s just over like that.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, seeing it really was hard for her.

She shook her head. “There’s no reason you should feel sorry, honey. I wouldn’t even have the luxury of feeling stressed if not for you. And I’m sure I’ll find happiness again once this is all behind me.”

I frowned, wondering if she was referring to moving on in the romance department.

Shit.

I wanted her, but I wasn’t going to turn into my worst nightmare. I wasn’t going to become someone who literally made a woman be with me. No, she’d be free to choose, and if she chose to be with a different guy, then I was just going to stomach it and focus on what I did have – which was three amazing hot women, all eager to please me.

And a hot MILF that I couldn’t wait to fuck again.

So really, there shouldn’t be any reason to complain that I couldn’t have a second MILF.

I cleared my throat. “Well, if you ever need anything, or just want to talk, I’m more than happy to help in any way I can.”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving me an affectionate look. She then focused down at her mug, before looking up at me again. “Just wondering, but do you think you’d be alright with taking me home tomorrow morning? I’d like to change clothes, and I also want to grab my daughter’s car, so you don’t have to drive me around everywhere.”

I looked at her in surprise, at first a little dejected, but then shocked that it sounded as if she was going to come back over. “Umm, yeah, I can do that,” I agreed. “But does that mean you’re going to stay home, or return here?”

She frowned. “I suppose that’s up to you,” she said quietly.

“You can come back here,” I affirmed, probably sounding a bit too eager. “Like I said, my home is your home. And you can stay the night again too, if you want.”

She nodded, focusing on her mug again, her blue eyes a little tight now. “Thank you, honey. I just might take you up on the offer.” She grimaced. “I’ve never felt overly lonely when I was by myself, but recently everything has just been getting me down, and I’m not thrilled about being home by myself anytime soon.”

“Oh,” I said simply, surprised she was sort of admitting to being sincerely depressed. But should I really be so surprised? This divorce probably went a lot deeper than just ending a relationship she’d been in for two decades. It was also likely a powerful reminder that her parents were gone forever.

Because she was facing a situation they foresaw happening, and she had her deceased mother and father to thank for making it easier for her.

However, at the same time, that probably just made it all the more painful, being a glaring reminder that she’d never see them again. Never be able to thank them.

Of course, I was sure she was probably distressed about the divorce itself, but it was likely that a lot of things were hitting her all at once, combining into a shitstorm of sorrow that was threatening to drown her in depression and loneliness.

“You can stay here as long as you want, as often as you want,” I blurted out.

She looked at me in surprise, and then gave me a small smile. “Thank you, honey. But I don’t want to impose.”

“No,” I said firmly, speaking with more confidence. “You are not imposing, and you’re not an inconvenience. You can stay over as much as you want.”

Her sapphire eyes widened slightly, before they began growing a little misty, prompting her to turn her head away to blink a few times, seeming to try to stop herself from actually crying. “Thank you, sweetie,” she whispered simply, clearing her throat and then slowly taking another sip of coffee.

“Of course,” I replied. “You’re welcome. And please, feel at home here. I know we don’t exactly have enough space for everyone to have their own room, but you being here is more important to me than where I sleep. Like, I’d gladly sleep on the floor if it meant you stayed here as long as you needed.”

She nodded, her expression seeming uncertain. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, and I think I will stay over for a few days at least, assuming Serenity doesn’t mind.”

“She won’t mind. And that sounds good,” I replied, definitely sounding a bit more happy about that than I should. Figuring it might be good to tone my intensity down, I was about to try to lighten the mood, only to freeze solid when I heard a very distinct kissing noise coming from my room.

I then relaxed when it stopped at one kiss, with Gabriella whispering goodnight to Avery, knowing that me shifting from arousal in front of Avery’s mom probably wasn’t a great thing to do right now. If ever.

Thankfully, Michelle didn’t seem to notice, instead looking over at the time. “My daughter only took four hours, right? It’s getting close to five now, I think.”

I glanced at the clock too, seeing it was about 1:00 AM in the morning now. And she was right. It was about four hours for Avery, and with double the dose, it was about half the amount of time for Michelle. However, I supposed I did give Serenity a little less than half of the tube, so maybe that was the reason why?

It could also be that she was done transforming, but only still asleep. After all, there was no reason to assume that someone who was changing would wake up when they were done. And for all we knew, Gabriella might have been done with her transformation after only eight hours, but didn’t wake up until her hunger roused her a couple of hours later.

Deciding I should go ahead and actually lay eyes on her, I stood up. “I think I’ll check and see if I can wake her up,” I replied.

Michelle nodded. “Sure, that’s fine, dear. And I’ll sleep on the couch, so don’t worry about coming back down if she does wake up.”

“Oh.” I paused. “Okay, well let me at least grab some blankets for you. But I’ll probably be back down, unless you’re going to bed?”

She shook her head. “I’ll be up if you do come back down, but it’s okay to make Serenity a priority if she wakes up.”

I nodded, giving her a warm smile. “Okay, thanks.”

She smiled as well. “You’re welcome, honey. And thank you.”

Grabbing some blankets for her, I set them on the couch and then headed upstairs, trying to stay quiet so that I didn’t startle Gabriella or Avery awake. I wasn’t sure if Avery was asleep yet, her heartrate a little high, but my fiancé’s breathing was calm and even already, as was her pulse.

However, I really needed to grab my charger to plug my phone in, so I tried to be sneaky about slipping into my bedroom to snag it.

I wasn’t sure if I was successful or not, knowing that Avery at least didn’t open her eyes, but before long I was slipping into Serenity’s bedroom, surprised to actually find her on her side, which meant she must have rolled over before Gabriella and I came home.

Well, shit, she might really be done transforming already. Of course, I was sure Avery and her mom might have noticed, but not realized that her changing positions meant anything.

Deciding to close the door behind me, I went ahead and plugged my phone in, resting it on her bedside table in the process. I then slipped over to the other side of her bed and climbed in, carefully lying down next to her and reaching out to rest my hand on her shoulder.

Serenity groaned softly in response to my touch, only for her eyes to fly open wide.

Her glowing black and crimson eyes.

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