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“It’s fine,” I growled. I shoved him back again, determined to get my fill. If he had magic sperm with teeth, so be it. I was doomed anyway.

Zee caught me, scooting me up with him, so we were eye to eye. “No, it’s not.”

This time when I straightened, I stayed on the bed, straddling his legs, and pumped his cock in my fist. His tail snaked in, trying to get at my dick still trapped inside my pants. But I wanted him to come, wanted to see his body arch, his skin flush, his nipples peak, and his wings blaze. I wanted to watch all of him come undone in my hands.

“Adam.” Reynard’s smooth voice, suddenly close, touched me like his hands might. “Permit me this indulgence?”

Whatever he wanted, I was into it. “Yes.”

His hands settled on my hips, which meant he stood behind me, against the bed, and between Zee’s knees. Mercy, this was blazing hot.

Zee’s tail swept up, and coiled around Reynard’s wrist. If Reynard noticed, he didn’t reveal it. His breaths fluttered at my neck, the bite imminent.

What was he waiting for?

Yes, now!

Zee’s chest heaved with every ragged breath. His eyes were open, flicking between my face and Reynard’s. He kinda looked furious, but in a ravenous, desperate way. I still pumped him, sensing he was close.

He clutched the bedsheet either side of him, scrunching it in his fists, and flung his head back. Cum dashed his chest, messy and wonderful. I salivated, wanting to lick him clean, but then Reynard’s fangs plunged into my neck and my own cresting pleasure surged, lighting me up. With Zee ablaze in purple fire under me, I came so blindingly hard that all thoughts vanished, leaving just the brilliant feeling of Reynard’s fangs sliding into my neck, as if his dick was buried deep, and it was all I could do to cling to consciousness, sandwiched between the two most important, brilliant, and dazzling people in my life.

I woke in Zee’s bed, smooshed among bright, velvety cushions. My body thrummed, pleasantly warm and drowsy, and I listened to two mummering voices without really hearing the words. Zee and Victor. Talking. Not arguing or slinging insults. Actually talking. This was nice.

But then I caught the words curse, and duke.

They were talking about me.

Oh dear.

Keeping my eyes closed, I willed my heart to slow. If they thought I was awake, they might ask questions about the curse, and the glamor, and why I’d shackled myself in both.

But I didn’t want to lose them.

I squeezed my eyes tighter and breathed. Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask.

The bedroom door clicked.

I waited, afraid to look and find Zee staring at me, armed with a million questions.

The bed dipped, and Zee’s warmth scooped me up from behind. His arm lay over my waist, tucking my back against his warm chest. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’d cut my own wings off before ever hurting you.”

I swallowed and opened my eyes, but I couldn’t see him behind me. “I’m not afraid of you. It’s . . .”

“The truth you fear? I know. And like I said, I don’t care what you are.” His deep, melodic voice soothed my frayed nerves. “Whatever it is, it fixed my fucking wing. Look!” He flung his wing out as I turned, and flexed it so wide the leathery membrane stretched. No bullet hole, no scar. “As good as new. Fucking amazing, is what you are. That’s all I care about.”

He wasn’t going to ask. Not today. But tomorrow, the next day? “You were just talking about me? I heard you.”

“Yeah, well . . . “ The wing tucked back in. He shrugged. “Fancy Fangs is concerned about the curse you let slip. He wants to help, and so do I, but that doesn’t mean you gotta tell us shit. Also, what we did last night was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever gorged on. Like, a billion times hotter than the kinky shit I used to sink my dick into at Razorsedge. A trillion times hotter. Why the fuck did you not tell me Daddy Fuck-Hard is a corked bottle of lust about to pop? Combined with you? I think I broke something. Thankfully, not my dick, since you had hold of that.”

“I thought it was obvious?” I snuggled back down, and heaved his arm over me again.

Zee sighed and his words fluttered against my neck. “He’s so fucking into me.”

I snorted. Finally. “Yah think?”

“He has it so bad for you too. It’s fucking him up.”

I grabbed Zee’s hand and laced his fingers with mine, over my heart. “He needs to know he’s safe. Can we do that, you and me?”