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“Wind ’em up and let ’em go,” Zee said, grinning with pride. “That should keep creepy concierge Larry busy.” He scooped up my hand. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Victorveus, Adam is going to fuck me half blind using his mouth, and I am more than ready for it.”

Victor’s smile turned smug. “How will I know when you are . . . complete?”

“Oh, you’ll know,” Zee purred, then pulled me after him, out of the restaurant and down the corridor, deeper into the back of the hotel. My heart raced harder, thumping behind my ribs. Not just because of what Zee and I were about to do, but because we were about to stand against an ancient fae who had the potential to hurt all of us.

Stephanie was not going to make this easy.

Zee flung open the door into what looked like a narrow storage room, and in we dove. Inside, he spun me against the wall, plastered himself close, and peered into my eyes. The light wasn’t on, but we didn’t need it when he was already glowing. “I may have been thinking about this for a really long time.”

We could have talked some more, but we were short on time. I grabbed his face in both hands and dragged him down into a desperate kiss. Excitement, fear, and a whole lot of lust rushed through my veins, setting me ablaze all over again. I couldn’t ever get enough of him.

He broke away, brushed his cheek against mine, and breathed hard against my ear. “You make my heart sing, Kitten.”

Shivers spilled through me, like tiny sparks. “I’m not sure I’m that good at blow jobs, though. What if it doesn’t work?”

“It’s not the what, it’s the who. It’s you, baby, who makes me shine.”

I grabbed his hips, tried to pull him closer, even though we were already as close as two people could get. Too many clothes chaffed between us. I wanted to rip off his T-shirt, dismantle the tiny shorts, wreck the fishnets, and then devour all of him. That was the beast in me coming out to play. The hunger was dangerous, but thrilling too.

I shoved him back, slammed him against the opposite wall between two racks of shelves stacked with towels and cleaning equipment, and attacked his mouth again. Zee’s hands ran up my back, scooping under my shirt so he could feel me, skin on skin.

“You’re already blinding,” Zee whispered, as I broke away to take a breath. I didn’t glow for everyone to see like he did, but his incubus sight saw my power blaze whenever I was fired up.

“Think you can handle me?” I panted.

“Oh Kitten, nobody can handle all of you, but I’ll take what you got.”

The hotel alarms still screeched, doors slammed, footfalls hammered down the corridor outside, but all of it was muffled behind my savage need to swallow Zee and power him up into god mode.

“Safe word?” I grunted, sinking my hands into his shorts and scrabbling to unbutton them.

“Indigo . . .” He stroked my face. “I ain’t ever gonna use it with you.”

Maybe, but just yesterday I thought I’d hurt him. “The last time . . . you passed out.”

“Not this time. I’m ready. Trust me . . . trust us. We are meant to be—you, me, and Victor. Call it destiny, fate, whatever . . . this is right. I feel it all the way down to my balls, and those bastards are never wrong. Nothing has ever been righter.”

A smile crept back onto my lips. I popped the last of his buttons, dropped to my knees, and swallowed him deep. All of him . . . somehow. Maybe dragons didn’t have gag reflexes . . . It kinda made sense that we wouldn’t, and it made swallowing Zee’s generous dimensions a whole lot easier.

His fingers speared into my hair, and the purple halo around us throbbed brighter with every thrust.

“Ugh, fuck yes.” Zee grunted, then spluttered. “Wait, wait . . .”

“What?!” I shot to my feet. “What is it? Is it too much? I can stop. We’ll find another way⁠—”

He smooshed a finger against my lips. “No, Kitten. It’s this.” Zee knelt, and after his quick hands went to work, he had me between his lips, his sparkly purple eyes peering up at me as his tongue and mouth sucked and lavished attention on the hardest part of me. I wouldn’t have minded if this had been all about him, we were on the clock after all, but Zee was too much of a giver to take all the attention.

I could have been distracted by the alarms, or the location, or the hundred other things going on in our lives, but here in his hands there was nothing else, just the way he delivered sweeps of pleasure that rode up my back and had me at his expert mercy.

I didn’t stand a chance of holding back, not with him driving the pace. “Oh, I’m going to⁠—”

He knew, and swallowed deep.

Pleasure licked all the way through me, and when I opened my eyes Zee was there, wings out, their huge leather canvasses squished into the tiny storage room, aglow and eager. I dropped my gaze . . . Very eager.

A little lightheaded and still abuzz, I gobbled him down again, working my hands and mouth together, lost in the feel of him, the way he rocked, the sound of him, how he moaned and mumbled for more. And then the moment came—well, he came—and a blast of a thousand tiny lightning strikes scattered into every nook, cranny, and corner. Zee froze, hands lodged in my hair.

I pulled off and looked up, and wasn’t even sure what I was seeing. Purple fire licked off his wings and horns, and beneath the skimpy clothes, his veins swam with glittery purple blood. He was magnificent.