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Clearing his throat, Victor took a few steps back, adjusting his trousers. “I uh . . . I need a moment.” He moved to the table, then gripped the back of the chair and bent forward, breathing hard.
“I can help you with that painful case of wanting to fuck me.”
Victor’s responding growl was one of restraint. “Zodiac, your allure is out of control.”
“I know. It’s fuckin’ awesome.”
“Not awesome. Exceedingly overpowering.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, still trying to catch up with whether this was a good or a bad thing, and how it had even happened.
“I’m a sex god is what’s going on. Look at me. Peak fuckin’ incubus, right here.”
“Adam, have you and Zodiac been intimate since your curse failed and you stopped hiding who you really are?” Victor asked, forcing the words through his gritted teeth.
“Sure, lots of times.”
“Without me?”
“Uh . . .” I glanced at Zee for his help remembering, but he’d moved to the mirror and was busy striking poses to admire his flaming wings. “Maybe not?”
“I suspect, in the absence of your third providing balance, your innate power has boosted Zodiac beyond his normal limits,” Victor said, finally straightening and looking over at me. “We witnessed it with the SOS Hotel wards. All of that energy focused on Zee has resulted in . . . this.”
“This?” Zee pressed his wings closed, like a resting butterfly, and eyed Victor through narrow slits. “Now who’s jealous?”
“I am not jealous. I’m struggling to think clearly around the desperate urge to both feed from you and fuck you, and if I’m feeling this, then so will everyone else in the hotel. You must stay here. You cannot leave this room.”
“Fuck that. Imma show off my wings. Those fake Zees can get on their knees and worship me like the god I am.”
Even I suspected that would be a bad idea. “I think Victor’s right.”
“No, nope.” Zee folded his arms. “I haven’t felt this good in forever. These last few days have sucked. Imma enjoy it.”
“Vanish your wings,” Victor told him.
“Huh?”
“Hide your wings.”
Zee shrugged a shoulder and looked away. “I don’t want to right now.”
“You can’t.”
“Yes I can.”
“Do it then. Hide them.”
“I’ll do it later.”
Oh dear. He couldn’t turn off the power-up. There was no way we could investigate the riddle and find Wesley’s missing friend with a walking purple firework beside us demanding everyone look at him. Worse, he’d end up alluring all the humans in the hotel, turning them into Zodiac-obsessed zombies.
I threw off the gown and shrugged my shirt back on. “Sorry Zee. I think you need to stay here or we’ll have a riot on our hands as well as everything else going on.”
“You’re benching me because you gave great head?” He dropped onto the end of the bed. “How is this my fault?”
“It’s for your own safety,” I said. “You saw what happened with the bead, remember?” He’d swallowed a magic power-up bead and something similar had happened then, making everyone suddenly go crazy around him. “But now we know we can uhm . . . boost you with a blow job, I guess.”
He rolled his eyes. “Just so you guys understand what you’ve got, I could reduce your badass dragon brother to a quivering, desperate wreck of a man right now, Kitten. Bench me at your peril.”
