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Zee’s tail vanished. Its absence peeled a little needful moan from between my lips.

“Mew like that and I’m done for.” Zee growled, then his hands pulled my ass wide, his fingers delivered a lick of lube, and his warm, probing dick gradually eased in, slowly widening me. I dug blunt nails into the wall, taking him inside. His tail was back, stroking my dick, helping to ease the pressure. Then he was in, seated balls deep. But he didn’t pump. He just stayed there, stretching me wide and filling me to the brim.

“Not many can take all my magnificence,” he purred in my ear.

“You’re so humble,” I panted.

“I fucking know, right. Modest, handsome, smart. A fucking catch. You’re so lucky to have me.”

His hot chest skimmed my back and shoulder blades, pressing in close, while his dick remained seated inside me. And then his hand came around, and took over from his tail in jerking me off. I needed him to move, needed to feel his dick pumping, and whined for it.

“Fuck, I need it as much as you. But this . . . My cock inside . . . Feels good, doesn’t it? Knowing what’s coming?”

It did. Too good. “Please, Zee?”

“You’ll get it.”

I nudged my greedy ass back, then rocked my hips in a seesaw motion, trying to make him ride my ass, but Zee chuckled and used his left hand to clamp himself tight to me. “Your lust is the finest, sweetest I’ve ever gorged on. Imma savor it.”

His hand pumped. My balls tightened. I was going to come too soon. “Zee, please.”

He dropped my dick, clutched my hips in his hands, pulled out, then thrust in so deep he jerked me off my feet. Then he pumped his cock into me, hard and deep. His thighs relentlessly slapped mine. I bounced, heels coming off the ground, pleasure zipping up my spine.

I’d been walking the edge, trying to keep from falling over and coming too soon. Now, I was back there, teeth clenched, dick bouncing as he pounded. It was exquisite, and rough, and brutal, and everything I’d needed. Zee’s pace quickened. His panting became short, sharp grunts.

I knew, if I looked behind, I’d see him in all his incubus glory, and as soon as I witnessed that, I’d come undone. But he was always worth admiring, especially now, when we were fixed together as though one.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw how his left wing was ablaze with purple dancing light. His muscular shoulder and bare arm glistened, muscles tensed. A fierceness showed on his face. But a smile too—a crooked, smug, naughty smile that made everything alright.

It was too much.

I dropped my head between my braced arms, squeezed my eyes closed, and bit into my bottom lip to keep from yelling as wave after wave of exquisite pressure released.

Zee’s angle shifted inside, his pace raced, then stuttered, and his little groans became desperate growls as his orgasm crashed over him, chasing mine.

We spluttered and trembled, spilling together.

It was a good thing he had hold of me or I’d have been a wreck on the floor. He drew me upright and hugged me back against his chest. Hot arms wrapped around me, and his kisses scattered up the back of my neck, tickling into my hair.

“You have no idea how much I needed that—need you, Adam Vex,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Was this bond we had just about sex? Or was there more to his words, to all of this? To us? I swallowed, still flying high and coming down at the same time. If I thought too hard about it all, everything became a muddle. So I didn’t think, and just absorbed the moment—soaked him into my heart and soul.

“I have to go . . .” he said, still clinging on, still inside me.

My heart stuttered and shrank, wincing from the blow. “I know.”

“I don’t want to.” He kissed my neck, my shoulder. “But it’s not just about me.”

I knew that too. “It’s alright.” I caught his hands, unwrapped myself from his embrace, and kissed the back of his right hand, then sprinkled kisses all the way up his forearm, into that soft inner-elbow part.

He snickered, and tried to pluck his arm free, pulling all of himself free. I slumped against the wall, body heavy and head lust-drunk—deliciously used. “Did you just giggle?” I snorted.

“Moi? Giggle? Fuck. Off.” He growled, dropping his voice an octave. “Zodiac does not fucking giggle.” He turned and sauntered toward my bathroom, probably to deal with the condom. I watched how his hips swayed and his tail sashayed, how little purple sparks fell like glitter from his wings, and how all his glorious body moved in liquid motion. Mercy, he was breathtaking.

“Tell anyone I giggle, I will murder you to death,” he called.

Chuckling, I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My heart still thudded hard from exertion. I laid a loose fist over it, listening to it race. What if I told Zee everything? Could I risk it? If I did, it would change things. Change how he looked at me. Change us.