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The wild, ancient part of Victor peered out from behind those intense eyes. “It has been some time since we were last intimate, and I fear, my dear, I will not be gentle.”

My dragon heart skipped behind my ribs. “Do you hear me complaining?”

Would Toby mind that the first thing we did after he’d generously allowed us to stay in his house was to have desperate vampire-daddy sex in the double shower?

Too bad if he did, because this was happening, and nothing short of an earthquake would stop us.

CHAPTER 2

Once in the shower, we didn’t undress; there wasn’t time.

Victor had me in his arms, and there was nothing in my head but need.

It still didn’t seem possible that this brilliant, brave, and complicated man was all Zee’s and mine. Sometimes I wondered—and I knew Zee did too—whether Victor would realize a relationship with an incubus and a dragon wasn’t for him, and walk away. But now, as he scooped me close, soaked and trembling under the blast of warm water, those unfounded concerns poofed away like Zee’s wings.

If there had been any doubt we’d needed this, that also vanished under the scrape of Victor’s fangs against my neck, and the rough tug at my shirt that sent a few buttons pinging off.

He spun me to face the tiles, then pulled the whole shirt off in one swift yank, like a magician tugging a tablecloth out from under the wine glasses. He was a pro at this, even Zee would agree.

Victor aways knew what we both wanted and needed. There would be no deviating from his plan of attack, and no way out. Which was fine by me. I didn’t ever want to escape.

Now shirtless and drenched under the showerhead, I splayed my hands against the tiles as Victor’s scandalous mouth trailed kisses down my spine, and I tilted my head back, arching away but wanting more, caught between pleasure and need.

When he reached my pants, they were quickly tugged down and tossed away with the same whip-like efficiency. A short, sharp bite on my ass definitely jolted electric lust through my veins. Zee would have said I was glowing; he could see when I was primed. Victor couldn’t, but he knew in his own way. All I knew was that I ached from head to toe, to have either his teeth or his dick in me—preferably both.

“What do you want, Adam?”

“You,” I moaned. Words were hard—like the rest of me.

I saw him reach for the conditioner Toby had left, then relished the feel of his fingers kneading my ass. He’d been right when he said he wouldn’t be gentle, but I could handle him at his strictest. Zee was a challenge, physically, but Victor was a lot mentally. He could throw his will around, using his voice to direct it. On people, it turned them into mindless puppets, but on me . . . it made my thoughts strum and my dragon self sing.

I’d missed this. It really had been too long since we’d come together, and uh . . . come together.

His hands gripped my hips and jerked me back, bending me over. I braced against the cool tiles and glanced over my shoulder. Victor was soaked through, his hair plastered to his face and shoulders, his wet, semitransparent shirt clinging to him, and a wildness on his face that betrayed the same kind of unhinged madness as when he unleashed on his unsuspecting victims. But I was no victim.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he ordered.

Mercy. His voice weakened my knees, its promise entering some visceral part of my mind and turning it over to desire, and only desire. I held his unblinking stare, watched his eyes churn their silver as he spread me wide and dipped his fingers inside, brushing over the part of me that had my dick desperate for touch, as though he knew my body better than I did. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around me, and the sounds I made were mostly dragon now. I really wasn’t going to last, not at the rate he was ramping me up.

He knew that too, and freeing me, he gripped my hips again, positioning us just so, as he’d say. Then he was filling me up, but not with his fingers this time. Seated deep, he stopped there. I waited for him to move . . . may even have moaned or growled for more.

“Look at me.”

I’d forgotten I was supposed to be watching his face.

I blinked, clearing water from my blurry vision, and found his burning gaze over my shoulder again. His fangs were out now, gleaming and deadly.

“How much do you want me—want this?” he asked.

Words? I had to form words and speak them in some kind of coherent order? I gulped and thought real hard. “Like . . .” A tremor got in the way, so I tried again. “You’re the fire in my veins,” I rasped. “I want to burn for you. Set me ablaze. Light me up. Do it.”

He snarled and thrust, rocking us both . . . thrust again, and again . . . and each time pleasure climbed, building higher, turning into a surging molten wave of flame. I couldn’t look at him now, had to bow my head. If I touched myself, I’d come, and I wasn’t ready, even though I really, really was. Power, raw and cool, slipped from my skin. Victor must have felt it too, because he swept an arm under my chest, scooped me upright, and with his dick buried in my ass, he sank his teeth into my neck. That same power that had been spiraling around my pleasure crested the surface, spilling out . . . undoing me. In the past, whenever our chain reaction of powers had been triggered, I’d lost consciousness. But not anymore. I gave it to him, all of it, whatever it was, whatever power we ignited between us whenever we were together.

Victor staggered, grunting.

The flow from the showerheads spluttered, the lights flickered.

He caught me, pressing us both against the tiles, and moaned into the bite as he came.