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It was almost too good to be real. Victor. There. Mine. And Zee’s. The blindfold was his surrender. And his desire, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. I took Zee’s place between Victor’s parted knees, and waited a few calming moments to clear my head and admire my surrendered vampire.

A route formulated. A journey that would take me all the way down to my final prize between Victor’s legs. I’d start at his neck, kiss him there, then move down.

Zee’s hands settled on my shoulders, then skimmed down my arms, as a reminder he was here and wouldn’t be leaving.

Victor’s tongue swept across his bottom lip. Unable to resist a second longer, I braced an arm on the bed beside him, and sucked his lip between mine. The last time we’d been together as a threesome, Zee had been under me, and Victor behind, with his fangs in my neck. This time, Victor was under me and Zee behind.

“Unbutton my shirt,” Victor ordered, his voice level. Despite being blindfolded, he was still in control.

I fiddled with his buttons, popping each one free, then flicked open the shirt, exposing his fine chest. His small gasp when I swept my tongue over his nipple was all the encouragement I needed. I’d never had him like this before. Wanted to. Dreamed it. Needed it. Had come close a few times. But here he was, his heart racing, its thumping beat close to my lips. His heat always surprised me, and his steady breathing helped keep mine calm.

Zee’s hand stroked down my back, and a moan slipped from my lips. Yes, this was bliss.

Victor’s hand came up, clutched at my hair and gripped, firm enough to deliver little shocks of pain, but in a good way.

Zee’s warm fingers dove under my T-shirt—pushed it up—and his soft, warm, wet lips skimmed my lower back, his tongue flicking.

Oh my stars. I was done for, at their mercy. This was already too much. The lines between us had blurred. I greedily wanted more.

“Lower,” Victor growled.

With his hand still in my hair—as guidance, not force—I abandoned his nipple, and swept kisses down his chest, over lean abs to where his belt prevented any further exploration. Victor’s left hand came in, tugged at his belt, and flicked it open in seconds. He left himself partially undone, waiting for me to unwrap the rest. At the same time, Zee had reached around and worked at my fly, opening it with professional ease.

This was some kind of glorious torture. My main focus was Victor, and getting to where we both needed me to be, but I also had Zee’s touches tugging at my focus, teasing more pleasure to come.

I reached inside Victor’s pants, encircled his cock, and finally had him in my grip. Mercy, he was hard and warm, but soft too. His lips parted, fangs down. He shifted his hips, arching his back some, giving more of himself to me. The tie hiding his eyes added a layer of crazy that made this all a thousand times hotter.

Bowing between his knees, I slid him deep between my lips, finally living the dream. Zee was doing something with my pants, shifting them back, but it was an afterthought as I licked and sucked, slicking things up. Victor’s open mouth and his short, sharp breaths showed a vulnerable side few got to see. It was a privilege and a treat.

Zee scrunched my ass in his hands. My balls and cock ached with need. If he was going to work me over while I worked Victor, I might lose my mind.

My curse was intact, there was no risk of that lashing out, and we were mostly certain Zee’s little parasites wouldn’t be able to get their freaky teeth in my dragon insides—now we all knew what I was. Which meant, for the first time, the three of us were free to relish each other. Zee might even get a boost from it. The wards definitely would.

We needed this, more than any of us dared to admit.

A tight, heavy pressure pushed at my ass. I gasped off Victor’s cock.

“Easy,” Zee purred. “I got you, baby.” Zee leaned over me, hugging my back to his chest, and whispered, “There are no safer hands than mine.” He grasped my neck, holding gently, and eased his cock in, filling me up. Victor’s hand tightened in my hair, urging me back to his eager dick. I swallowed him down, sucked him hard, and worked my hand, rocking with each of Zee’s thrusts. We were connected now, in mind, body . . . and spirit, if there was such a thing.

I hadn’t known it could be like this. So perfect. So beautiful. The three of us together as one.

Somehow, all the horror, the bloodshed, the trauma I’d spent a lifetime running from, had led me right here, into their arms. And maybe I’d do it all again if I knew they’d be waiting for me.

Victor’s body strummed, his veins ablaze. I could feel their heat, even if I couldn’t see it. He tore off the blindfold, and fixed his primal gaze on me. I peered up from between his knees, bobbing over his dick. His gaze skipped behind me, and I guessed what he saw—Zee, with his wings spread, head back, drinking in the waves of lust, blazing like the brilliant incubus he was.

The shuddering gasp that left Victor, coupled with Zee’s firm thrusts, had me coming undone. Ecstasy strung tight, then spilled over, and I came. Victor pulled me off, gasped, and with a few final strokes, his creamy cum pulsed over my fingers. Zee’s hip-thrusting stuttered, he clutched at my hips, rammed home, and growled out a moan, coming deep.

Messy, sweaty, spent, battered, bruised, Zee slumped over me, and I slammed a kiss on Victor’s mouth, trying to touch his soul with my tongue. Victor gave back as good as he got.

We were wrecked in the best way.

Breathless, coming down off the high, I snuggled down. Victor tucked me in against his side, and Zee slumped between us, resting on our legs, his wings flopped over us like leathery blankets. Little zig-zagging purple sparks danced through his veins.

And together, we dozed.

“Demon,” Victor greeted, barely looking up from his teacup.

“Vampire.” Zee sauntered by our table and ordered a drink from Tom at the bar.