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His voice held that special kind of rumble, the rumble that made my dragon heart skip. The silvery swirl in his eyes intensified, and I knew that look. Hunger.

Zee propped himself up on his elbows. “I do not need to be an incubus to pick up the fuck-me vibes you’ve got going on.” The tip of his tail stroked the bedsheet.

Victor’s lips curled into a smile, confirming Zee’s senses.

“I ain’t lettin’ either of you out of those suits without getting my hands all over them first.”

I loosened my own tie, feeling heat crawl up my neck and also sink lower. “Wait . . . Don’t you want us out of the suits?”

“Oh, I do, Kitten.” Zee’s eyes flashed glittery purple as he shifted onto his knees on the bed. “But so very slowly.”

Victor stepped behind me, his cool breath ghosting over the back of my neck. His hands settled on my hips, tugging me against him. “Zodiac has excellent ideas, on occasion.”

“On occasion?” Zee snorted, but his eyes were fixed on Victor’s hands as they slid around to undo my fly. “Wait, was that a fuckin’ compliment from Vampire Daddy? It’s official. Fancy Fangs has it bad for a demon.”

“I make no secret of it. And not just any demon, the best demon.”

Zee gasped and placed a hand on his chest. “He said it.”

Chuckling at their banter, I let my head fall back against Victor’s shoulder as his fingers worked, achingly slow. “You’re both overdressed,” I managed to say, my voice turning rough with need.

“Patience, my dear.” Victor’s lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Zee crawled to the edge of the bed, reaching for me, tugging me by my loosened tie until I was standing between his spread knees with Victor behind me. Our gazes locked, revealing a need in his eyes. He had something on his mind, a question he hadn’t yet asked.

“What is it?”

“I want you first,” he said, looking up at me with those hypnotic eyes. “Then I want to watch Vic take you apart.”

“And then?” I asked, my imagination already running wild. When Zee had worked at Razorsedge, he’d rarely gotten what he wanted. But those days were gone. Here, he could have it all.

“Then me an’ Vic are gonna team up and take turns until we break the fucking bed under you.” Zee’s grin was wicked as he began unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my skin inch by tantalizing inch. He leaned forward to press his hot mouth against my nipple, wrenching a gasp from me.

The two of them working me in tandem? I gulped, and nodded. “Yeah, yes . . . I want that.” I glanced at Victor, checking he’d be game too.

In response, Victor’s hands slid under my untucked shirt, cool against my burning skin. The contrast of temperatures—Victor’s cool touch and Zee’s hot mouth—had me trembling between them.

“Look at you, my dear,” Victor murmured, his voice a deep rumble against my back. “So responsive. So perfect.”

I wasn’t the only one fired up. Zee’s wings fizzed into sight, a sure sign he was getting into the rhythm, and their pretty expanses shimmered purple, bathing us in an otherworldly glow. Two sharp pinpricks scraped my neck as Victor pressed open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder—not biting, just teasing.

“Bed,” I managed to gasp as Zee’s talented mouth skimmed lower. “Now.”

Zee pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You heard him, Vic. Our dragon’s got needs.”

Victor stepped away, long enough to shed his jacket in an elegant motion. My gaze tracked the mesmerizing sight of him unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, then his shirt buttons, one at a time. He shrugged it off, revealing his pale chest. “Then let us not keep him waiting.”

I’d never been able to resist Victor, but when the pair of them had me in their sights, I was helpless. I fumbled with my own buttons and zipper, clumsy in my haste, and stumbled out of my trousers.

Victor, of course, was a picture of grace. He undressed with the same deliberate poise he approached everything with, folding each garment before setting it aside.

“For fuck’s sake, Vic,” Zee groaned. “Could you move any slower?”

“Some pleasures . . .” Victor replied, stepping out of his trousers with maddening slowness. “Are worth savoring.”

Turning back from watching Victor undress, I laid eyes on the glorious sight of Zee, towel gone, naked from his head to the tip of his tail, kneeling on the bed, expectant and glorious.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I tackled Zee to the bed, capturing his surprised laugh with my mouth. He tasted uniquely Zee—wild and intoxicating.