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I looked up and our gazes met. Tiny glittery sparks made his purple eyes shine. With his messy hair tousled around his horns and his mouth quirked sideways, he’d rarely looked so scrumptious. I was definitely going to eat all of him in the best way.

“Love you, Adam Vex,” he said. “And not just because you’re about to deep dive my dick.”

“Funny, I was just thinking the same.”

“You love yourself too?” he teased.

“No, I mean . . . I was just thinking how much I love you and we haven’t done this enough lately.”

His smile twitched, as though something I’d said had hurt him, but I didn’t get a chance to ask what. He swooped in, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and smacked a hungry kiss on my lips. I opened instantly, lust rising in a wave that threatened to overwhelm, and clambered onto his legs. Straddling him, I slung my arms around his shoulders and rocked hard against him. He hauled me close, wrapped his arms around me, and for a while there was no telling who ended where. There was just us, riding the wave, thrust together in a storm of need.

I wanted to shove him down and ride him hard—he’d let me, too—but first, I’d made a promise with my eyes to eat him up, and that’s what I was going to do.

Grasping his face, I broke from the kiss, leaning back so I could see the scorching heat in his eyes. His wings had appeared sometime during the kiss, and beat softly behind him in time with our hearts. Miniature fireworks danced through the canvasses of leather. I could have watched that show all night, but I was getting distracted.

“You don’t have to.”

“What? I want to.”

“I know it’s a lot.” And he wasn’t being cute. Parts of him were a lot.

I thrust my hands into his hair, and reared up onto my knees, peering down into his eyes. It wasn’t often I got to look down on him. “You can’t hurt me, remember?”

“I know. I forget. It’s just⁠—”

I pressed a finger to his lips. “Say indigo if you want to stop.”

He nodded eagerly. I shuffled down, freeing his mouth, and as he dropped back onto his hands again, propping himself half upright, I unzipped his pants and revealed my prize.

You ever ordered a foot-long from Subway and then, once it arrives, wonder how you’re going to eat it all?

Yeah, that.

Okay, there was a lot to get on with. Where did I start? My hand barely fit around the girth, and⁠—

“You gotta do something and stop staring at my dick or imma flip us both over, Kitten.”

“I’m making a plan of attack.”

“A plan. Great. Not that I want to tell you how to do this, but maybe lube things up⁠—

I swallowed all I could, which turned out to be not much, but it was enough that Zee dropped his head back and gulped. “Oh-fuckin’-kaaaay.”

There was something about making an incubus demon gulp that swelled my chest with pride, and other parts. He was experienced; I was . . . not. Before Zee and Victor, there hadn’t really been anyone. And as dragon, well . . . nobody wanted an outcast, especially one with a prophecy around his neck. So it felt good to hear Zee moan, like he moaned now, and see him claw at the sheets, like he dug his nails in now. I worked him as best as I could, taking him an inch at a time, slickening things up and enjoying all his little grunts and twitches, hearing how they gradually became desperate.

“Baby, you are positively glowing.”

I pulled off him with a wet pop and smiled.

“You wanna ride me?” His eyebrows skipped. Now we’d gotten over his little carnivorous sperm issue, and because I was far from human—his typical prey—we could do anything. And as I didn’t have to hold back in terms of strength either, we were free to enjoy and rediscover each other without fear.

I was definitely up for that.

After yanking my shirt off over my head, I flung it away and found Zee holding out the little bottle of lube he had on him at all times—for sexual emergencies.

“Use me, Mydros.”

I froze, lube spilling into my palm.