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“Pfft.” Zee tugged that one off too, and flung it behind him. “Socks are the worst.” He grabbed my bare feet and waggled them. “You should wear suspenders and stockings. Although your legs are too stumpy to really show them off, but it’s nothing a pair of heels won’t fix.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh. He always knew how to lighten the mood. “Hey, Zee?”

“Yes, my sweet, bouncy-haired bundle of human squishiness.”

“Wanna lick my feet?” I waggled my toes.

“I wanna lick all of you, but you’re human and I’m the best fuckin’ incubus, brimming with lots of incubusness and a shit-ton of pent-up sexual tension, so I’m gonna say yes, but no more, just the feet. Restrain yourself, this is gonna get spicy.”

I grinned from ear to ear and waggled my toes in his grip. “Alright. Go for it.”

Victor’s “ahem” sounded from the bathroom doorway. We both looked over to find him as naked and gorgeous as a Greek statue. “As much as some light-hearted relief is required, perhaps it can wait until we have washed off the blood and satisfied the hotel staff and guests that the vampire queen’s disappearance is nothing to do with us.”

Zee slumped on his heels and rolled his eyes. “You are such a mood killer.”

“Victor’s right.”

“Of course you’d agree.”

“As do you,” Victor said, sounding and looking stern.

Zee rose gracefully to his full height. While he’d been on his knees, the part of his anatomy the tattoo arrow pointed to had taken an interest in some up close and personal time.

None of us missed how Victor’s gaze roamed over the naked demon approaching him.

“You think you can stand there like a fuckin’ Adonis and order me about, Daddy Vampire? Then you are one hundred percent abso-fuckin’-lutely correct. Just so long as we’re all gettin’ in this shower together.”

Victor’s throat moved in a slow swallow. “The risk to Adam in his current vulnerable state is too great.”

“We’re both grown-ups.” Zee walked his fingers up Victor’s left pec. “We can fuckin’ control ourselves. And if not, you can control us . . . Right?”

“Two of us are grown-ups.” Victor almost smiled as he said it.

It was like watching one of those wildlife shows, where one of the spiders is going to eat the other right after sex, but in this scenario, nobody knew who would survive. Of course, they both would. But the game was on, and I was here for it.

Zee flung a provocative look over his shoulder. “Adam, get your cute ass in the shower. Victor is going to teach us all about control. Aren’t you, Daddy?” Zee poked a sharp claw at Victor’s chest, over his heart, and sauntered through the doorway, out of my line of sight.

I wasn’t going to say no, even if this was probably terrible timing. We hadn’t been intimate in days, not since Gideon Cain had stolen my power. They were both predators who, each in their own way, devoured humans. And I was their prey.

Which was . . . kinda hot?

I scooted after Zee, flinging off the rest of my clothes under Victor’s watchful, hungry gaze. That gaze hunted me down as I hopped into the shower with Zee, who was now without his wings. The water from the high-up jets hit his horns first, then cascaded down the rest of him, quickly washing the blood off in red streams.

“Come here.” Zee had lathered the soap, and began to stroke down my shoulders, avoiding the bandage that would have to come off now anyway, and down my arms. He saw me watching as his hands tracked lower, and tipped my chin up, leaving soapy suds behind. “I got you.”

Water quickly washed my skin clean, spiralling the evidence of our regicide down the drain.

That wasn’t supposed to be hot, right? Washing blood off each other?

But it kinda was.

I looked up, blinking into water droplets, and found Zee’s eyes aglow. Maybe I was still enough of a Lost One to resist his allure, although I wasn’t sure I cared to. I knew I was safe with him. He’d never hurt me, and neither would Victor.

Zee placed his hands on my shoulders, then stroked down my chest as he lowered himself to his knees. Parts of me were excited to see him on his knees, so it didn’t take long for his hands and gaze to find my dick.

From behind, Victor’s firm, soap-lathered hands took ownership of my hips. His suckling mouth teased over my neck. No teeth, no biting. It must have hurt him to keep from doing what came naturally, but it felt damn good to surrender to them both. Water and soap suds, massaging strokes, and the weight of Victor at my back, all combined into a heady thrall. I closed my eyes, letting them have all of me.

I’d always been unbreakable, but now they treated me like a precious idol—something to be worshipped. Maybe being human wasn’t so bad after all?