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“Gah, bad move? I just . . . it’s your name, I thought⁠—”

“No, it’s fine, I⁠—”

“Shouldn’t have. Didn’t think⁠—”

“Fine, really⁠—”

The door to our room opened and Victor stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of me, shirtless and straddling Zee’s lap, with Zee’s cock standing to attention between us, and Zee, wings out and lit up like a demonic purple pillar of sex. Victor, though, wasn’t the issue. Beside him stood Wesley, his jaw on the floor.

Victor covered Wesley’s eyes. “Look away, child.”

“I’m thirty years old and this isn’t anything I haven’t seen or done before.”

“Uhm, too much information, maybe?” I muttered.

“As I said, this is not for your eyes, child,” Victor reiterated.

“Uh . . .” Zee’s dick jumped. “If you’re gonna make this fuckin’ weird, you can turn your vampire asses around and toddle off while me and Adam get filthy. Bye now.”

“Is this an appropriate time to be engaged in carnal pleasures?” Victor asked.

“Out,” Zee snapped. His tail rattled a warning. Zee was not in the mood. “Now,” he growled, eyes and veins flaming purple. He was not messing around.

Victor’s almost indeterminable nod signaled his retreat and he backed out of the room, dragging Wesley with him.

With them gone, Zee still stared at the door, panting hard, tail still rattling, almost as though he wanted to go after Victor and throw down. He clearly did not like to be interrupted. Or maybe it was more than that?

“Hey . . .” I touched his cheek and turned his head toward me. “It’s alright, it’s just you an’ me.”

“I was too harsh.” His purple eyes glittered with raw, barely contained emotion. “I didn’t mean to snap at him. I’m real hungry. Fuck me, Adam. Do it now. I need it. I’m climbing out of my own fuckin’ skin. Pin me down, ride me hard, make me burn.”

Mercy. The shock of his words didn’t last long. I had his permission, he knew the safe word, and we were doing this. I shoved him down, slickened things up with a few quick sweeps, hopped off for a few seconds to tear off my pants, and then pinned him down again, locking eyes with him as I lowered myself down, easily accommodating all of him. He grasped my thighs, clutched tight, and bared his sharp teeth in a sneer.

Apparently, getting between an incubus and their food at the wrong time was not a good idea. But I had him now. He was all mine. If anyone wanted to interrupt, they’d have to watch.

Pouring part of my true self into my human disguise, I channelled my power and watched Zee’s wings blaze in response, emitting beating purple waves. Lit from the inside, he was lost to it now, consumed by . . . me. Us. This.

Was it a good idea to unleash whatever chaotic forces we ignited every time we had sex into a strange hotel that was already under some kind of supernatural influence? Hm, probably not, but we weren’t exactly thinking about that. The only thought in my head was one of answering his demands, feeding my incubus, and ruthlessly making him come undone beneath me.

And it was going well. At least I thought it was. I was having a great time, and Zee seemed to be into it too.

His ragged breaths began to stutter, his whole body trembled, and his wings rained sparks. He was close, and so was I.

Then his eyes rolled, his back arched like in the movies when people are being resuscitated, and a blast of purple light exploded out of him, splashing tiny sparks up the walls.

The lights went out.

Darkness rushed in.

Alarms screeched.

“Zee?”

His purple sparks faded in the gloom, and so did the rest of him.

“Zee?”

He wasn’t moving.