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As I approached, he spread his legs wider, and I stood between them. The drag of his gaze over my skin teased like a feather. Dream Zane devoured me with his stare, like I was the sexiest person in the world. A guy could get used to this.

“I’m feeling underdressed.”

Without a word, he stripped his shirt off over his head, and it nearly snagged on one of his reddish-black horns. A gold chain dangled over an intricate tattoo of wings sprawled across his chest. Like Damien’s but Dream Zane’s had red shading. Why would my brain add a biohazard symbol tattooed around his belly button? Who knew why my brain came up with half the shit it did.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

My eyes snapped to his. “Please.”

Zane leaned forward and unhurriedly dragged the pad of his index finger from the hollow of my throat to my navel. He stopped at the waistband of my boxers, which were already embarrassingly tented.

He gripped my narrow hips and brushed his thumbs across my skin. My knees buckled when he leaned forward and flicked his hot tongue against my nipple, but his grip kept me upright. When he grazed his teeth over the sensitive bud, I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, drawing a satisfied hum from him.

“Touch me. Please. I need it.”

How had I gone so quickly from ignoring confusing feelings about a video game character to wanting Dream Zane to suck me mindless? I’d never noticed an attraction to men before, but now I felt like I’d die if Dream Zane didn’t get his big hands on my dick.

Damien’s undercurrent of danger drew me to him in the game, but his softness kept me choosing him each time I played again. I must’ve sensed the same in Zane and forced him to star in my pornographic dream fantasy.

Zane slid a hand under the hem of my boxers. Goosebumps erupted as his fingertips teased along my inner thigh. I widened my stance and sucked in a breath when his knuckles grazed the base of my heavy balls.

“Zane,” I begged.

His eyes fell closed as he tipped his head back and inhaled deeply. A low, reverberating sigh rumbled from his chest. His eyes sprang open, and the gold ring around his black iris was wider and more vibrant.

“I haven’t tasted arousal like this in a long time,” he murmured, sounding almost drunk on it. On me.

I jolted when Zane cupped my balls. The tugging and massaging made me wobbly on my feet, but when his fingertips pressed into my taint, I whimpered. He hadn’t touched my cock yet, and I was halfway to coming.

Finally, finally, he wrapped his long fingers around my cock. My balls swelled as he fondled me.

“Oh, fuck.” I curled forward and clutched the back of the chair.

The muscles of his arm rippled and flexed with his firm strokes. I could close my eyes and pretend I was with a woman. A very strong woman. He gave me the option by stroking me under the cover of my underwear. I didn’t have to see his broad, thick fingers wrapped around my cock, but I wanted to. Craved it. Craved him. My dream incubus.

“Want to see you touch me,” I pleaded.

He pulled me down until I straddled his lap, and he caught my lips. A quick graze, testing the waters, but the contact lit an inferno inside me. I pressed against him, seeking more. When Zane’s tongue swept into my mouth, I melted into him.

I sucked a sharp breath at the scratch against my sensitive cock. My boxers just…disappeared? Nice job, brain.

Fire burned in my gut as I rutted desperately into his hand. It was impossible to ignore the raw maleness of him as he shattered me.

“Look at you. You want this so much.”

“I’m not going to last long,” I admitted as I rocked into him. It wasn’t fair. Dream Me should have the staying power of Viagra.

“Good,” he said darkly.

I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his cheeks and forehead as I scratched the short hairs on the back of his neck. When he kneaded my ass and his fingertips teased my crease, I gasped.

I nuzzled his horns, dragging my cheek along the length until I curled my tongue around one. The ridges were rough against my tongue. Zane’s unrestrained, broken groan shot sparks through my veins.

“Marcus. Fuck.” He sounded as wrecked as he looked.

The way he dug his fingers into my skin like he wanted to hold me there forever—christ—I couldn’t last. My balls pulled tight against my body as I pumped into his fist like a wild animal, hurtling toward relief.

I dragged my tongue along the ridges of his horn, pulling a growl from Zane that made me paint his tattoo with my release. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me against him, stroking me through the aftershocks as I trembled in his arms. I melted into him and pressed a quick kiss to one of his horns before burying my face into the crook of his neck.