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In the game, the incubi and succubi had black eyes when they were hungry, and they turned gold after they’d fed. I’d seen that countless times after I’d let Damien feed off my dreams. It was a clever gameplay mechanic. The feedings drained health, but the player was rewarded in other ways. Zane’s clever game developer mind was as hot as the rest of him.

A low rumble vibrated from Zane’s chest as I idly dragged my thumbs across his horns. His sounds became inhuman as I matched my strokes of his horns with his bobbing on my cock. Everything masculine about him sent my desire soaring higher.

When his knuckles pressed into my taint, there was no stopping it.

“Fuck. I’m gonna—” My abs tightened as I emptied my balls into his throat.

Zane palmed my hips and pulled me closer, swallowing down everything I gave. He grunted as I tightened my grip on his horns while riding out the last waves of my orgasm.

I gently pushed at his shoulder when the sensation became too much, and he pulled back with a loud pop. Throwing my arm over my face, I let out a satisfied sigh. “If that was a blowjob, what the hell have I gotten before?” They were not the same.

Laughing, he kissed my hip. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“There has never been a bigger understatement.”

Zane rose to his knees. His cheeks were flushed as red as his cock, which glistened with his arousal. He looked as wrecked as I felt.

“You promised I could taste you.”

Groaning, he shuffled up my body, straddling me, aiming his dick at my mouth. “I’ll go slow,” he said.

I liked the feel of his hair against my skin as I dragged my palms up his thighs. When I opened my mouth, he dragged the tip of his cock against my bottom lip, leaving a smear of his precum. Greedily, I swallowed the taste of him. It was sweeter than I expected.

I opened my mouth wider and tried to flatten my tongue as he worked the head into my mouth. He was so thick. I traced the vein running down his shaft with my tongue as he eased in more. The intrusion made me cough and splutter, but I was determined to make this good for him. And for me too. I wanted him to stuff me full until all I could think was Zane.

I figured out how to modify my breathing, but it was still so much. Zane brushed the wetness from my eyes as I gripped his ass and tried to pull him closer. Choke me. I want it all. But he was as immovable as a boulder. I had to take what he gave me.

Skin. I needed more skin. I couldn’t stop touching him. Dragging my hands over every inch I could reach. When my fingertips brushed his crease, he jerked forward, making me gag.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, breathless. His arms flexed with tension.

Again, I tried to pull him closer.

His rough chuckle was as filthy as the wet squelches of trying to swallow more of him. Zane slammed his palms into the wall above my head.

Saliva dripped onto my chin as he finally, finally, slowly rocked his hips back and forth. I had no idea what I was doing, but on instinct, I relaxed my throat as best I could. His hips stuttered when I reached between his legs and palmed his heavy balls.

“Look at you. Sucking my cock like you’re made for it.”

I whimpered at his praise, desperate to make it as good for him as he had for me.

“Fuck. I’m not going to last.” He thrust a few more times, then pulled back.

No. No. I wanted to taste him. It wasn’t fair that he got to be the only one. I wrapped my arms around his hips and locked my hands together so he couldn’t pull back. He let out a shocked little laugh and cupped my chin, pressing his thumb into my cheek.

“Fuck, Marcus. I’m—” His warm release hit the back of my throat.

As I swallowed around him, he pressed into me once more. My eyes burned as it cut off my air for a moment. I took him. Took it all. Wanted more.

All too soon, he pulled back. I was dizzy with white specks of light dancing in my eyes. Zane swiped my lip, then stuck his thumb in my mouth. I suckled around it, tasting him, while meeting his eyes.

“Nerds are so good at sex,” he said with a wink.

I laughed and almost missed him quietly saying, “I wish I could keep you.”

That thought burrowed into my chest. Warm, welcoming, and a bit dangerous. He collapsed next to me on the bed and pulled me against his chest, careful not to jostle my leg off the pillows.

“What’s the verdict? Still thinking you’re into men?”