I'd never seen anyone eat as much as Calder, not even Lucian—or me, for that matter. He demolished everything that'd been left over, grabbing a shower while I went down to the kitchen to fetch it for him along with a whole gallon bottle of water.
He polished that off too, sitting on the bed naked, while I curled up next to him. Eating that much and that quickly with one arm wrapped around me had to be a challenge, but he managed.
Neither of us wanted to let the other go.
At last he fell back against the pillows, pulling me with him. I eyed his naked body. He'd almost died; in fact, reading between the lines, I was pretty sure a human doctor would've called it, and that only the faintest thread of magic had kept him on this side of the veil.
So he had to be too worn out to fuck me.
Just like I had to be too worn out to get fucked, right? My cock was half hard.
And his…well, his always looked half hard, it was so goddamn big.
