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“This is not the way I want to do this,” he whispered, stroking his hand down toward my belt. “But there’s something I need, and if you don’t get out of my bed in the next five seconds, I’m going to take it.”

I turned my head, and found him so close, his eyes bright and somehow furious as well as hungry. He was back! But also plastered against me and trembling, or shivering from restraint. I knew what he wanted. Any man would.

“I want—” He cut himself off. “You need to go.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Leave.” His top lip rippled, bearing sharp teeth.

“No.” I laid my hand on his chest, and rolled him back, trapping his wings under him. We were both still dressed, too many layers of clothes between us, but I knew what he craved, and I wanted it too. Like Tom Collins had said, we were both consenting adults, plus I’d nearly lost him. I needed more, needed to feel, needed to lose myself in him. It had been so long.

“Adam—”

I smothered his mouth with a hand. “If you truly don’t want me, then say so now.”

His eyes widened in panic, then softened, turning sly and his entire body relaxed under me.

I lifted my hand, and there was his smile, all crooked and delicious. If he said no, then this would be over. But Zee wasn’t going to say no, not when he was starving and I could feed him. If nothing else, this could just be another one of those mutual agreements.

Straddling his hips, I whipped off my shirt, and watched his smile fall away, turning his face serious. His hands gripped my thighs, long nails digging in while his eyes drank me down.

He’d warmed since waking, and the sickly pallor had gone. Reynard’s post must have worked, and now I could top him off in more ways than one. Although, I wasn’t a natural top. But I would be now, for him.

There was only one way this was going to end, but we were going to need some help.

I leaned over the side of the bed and opened the bedside drawer, revealing a brightly colored selection of bottles and curiously shaped rubber dicks that all jiggled as one. Mercy, there were some interesting shapes in there—multiple dicks in one, forked dicks, ribbed dicks, knotted dicks, short dicks, long, curved dicks. Dicks with extra extensions, to get to those hard-to-reach places.

“Kitten, there’s one eager dick right here, so unless you want to experiment with those, can we focus on the hardest cock in the room?”

I snatched a random bottle of lube—hoped it was lube, couldn’t imagine it would be anything else in a drawer of jiggling dildos—and straightened on my knees, straddling his thighs. Mercy, he was gorgeous, and I hadn’t even unwrapped him yet. All lean muscle and golden skin.

“If you’re lost, there’s an arrow.” He pointed to his tattoo.

“Are you suggesting your cock is so small I can’t find it?”

He gasped. “You wound me on my deathbed.” Then looked down at the proud length of dick bulging against his zipper. “Don’t listen to Adam. He hasn’t seen a dick in a very long time.”

“You talk to your dick?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Who doesn’t?”

“I don’t . . . No.”

“Are you going to lather me up and jump on, or can I switch us up? Because on most days I like to chat, but today Kitten, you’re literally killing me.”

“Oh, right, yes.” I’d forgotten this was something of a life and death scenario for him. But how did I do this? Did I oil him up first, then me, which would mean I’d have to get my trousers off.

“You’re overthinking it.”

“I just . . . How do we . . .” I circle the lube bottle in the air. “Am I, you know . . .” I gestured a finger in a hole. “Or are you . . . with me?”

“Alright, you’re out of time.” He twitched his hips, shifting sideways, then in a blur he’d grabbed me, switched our positions, and whipped off my trousers in one swift yanking motion that left me breathless and panting. Zee knelt over me, his enormous wings spread, horns gleaming in the low light, and all at once a desperate need to have him surged through me. I moaned, long and low, and caught his all-over quiver through slitted eyes.

“Fuck, you’re a buzz,” he growled.

He spread my knees, and wasted no time in bowing between my legs. In the next breath, he had my cock between his lips, and down his throat. I gurgled something unmanly, gripped the sheets and tried not to hammer my hips, but it had been forever since I’d buried my dick in something tight and wet and warm, and Zee wasn’t giving me any time to mentally prepare. And dayam, it felt good.

His tail looped around my right leg, snaking up my calf, warm and firm, but also making sure I wasn’t about to escape—not that I wanted to. There was nowhere else I’d rather have been than rocking my hips, and driving my cock between Zee’s sweet lips.