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Victor’s fangs sank into my thigh, the sharp pain giving way to a rush of pleasure so intense I cried out around Zee’s cock. Zee’s tail captured my wrist, guiding it to my own throbbing erection.

Power spiraled between us, like lightning in my veins, raw and wild and untamed. With the guidance of Zee’s tail, I stroked myself faster as Victor thrust deep inside me, his rhythm growing erratic. Zee’s cock slipped from my mouth as he threw his head back, wings flaring brighter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Zee groaned, fisting his dick just inches from my face. “Wanna see you come first, though.”

“Finish for us,” Victor commanded, his voice rough with need as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “Now, Adam.”

And I did.

The pleasure crested like a tidal wave, and I cried out Victor’s name, then Zee’s. Almost immediately, Zee followed, as he cursed in words that had to be demon. Victor lasted only moments longer, driving deep one final time with a strangled groan that might have been my real name—Mydros.

The few lights on in the room flickered and died, although it didn’t matter since it was daylight outside. A few seconds later, they blinked back on. At least there weren’t any wards here we might have accidentally boosted.

I shuddered as we came down together. That had been intense. Wonderful. Amazing. Zee burrowed his face into the crook of my neck, folding himself close, and Victor lay on my right, breathing hard. The three of us became a tangle of limbs and cooling sweat.

Zee lazily traced patterns on my chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “That was . . . fuck,” he mumbled.

“Eloquent as always,” Victor said dryly, but his hand was gentle as it stroked my thigh.

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. Maybe weeks. “I think we broke the electrics.”

“Worth it,” Zee declared, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.

“Most definitely,” Victor said in agreement, his arm tightening around my waist.

Outside, the Miami traffic still hummed, horns honked, people went about their day. Inside, it was just us, wrapped in each other, safe in our bubble.

* * *

My mission was to find a phone. As Victor was allergic to bright sunlight, Zee and I left him back at the apartment and headed out of the building to the South Beach Strip. We’d walked a block when Zee swiped us two pairs of sunglasses from a rack outside a tourist store, as though the shades might hide him, but no single pair of sunglasses could hide his fabulousness or natural magnetism.

Other demons and Lost Ones were out too, enjoying the sun, dining at outdoor restaurants. Zee quickly relaxed into his typical demon swagger. No wings, though. The sidewalk was too busy and his wings were too distinctive to flash in public, since we were trying to stay hidden.

My gray suit looked fine, but I may as well have been invisible next to the seven-foot-tall, sparkling purple demon who glittered in the sunlight as though he were on fire. He soaked up every lingering gaze like I soaked up the sun.

No one would have guessed we didn’t have a dime to our names, or that we were on the run and were wanted for murder. We blended right in with the shiny, smartly dressed, fancy people, and it wasn’t long before everything that had happened just hours ago in the Everglades felt like last night’s weird dream. Or maybe walking the Miami Strip was the dream.

I could also have just been exhausted and hallucinating.

Zee had a destination in mind, so I let him lead, and ambled along beside him, trying on some smiles whenever Zee acknowledged an appreciative shout or whistle. I’d forgotten what it was like to be next to him in public whenever he got his swagger on.

We’d walked for half an hour, enjoying the scenery, when I spotted someone I’d seen before, back by the coffee and ice-cream stand. He was definitely tailing us. Probably one of Skrinde’s guys. They’d be fools not to keep an eye on us after going to so much trouble to kidnap us.

Zee took a left off the main street, then a right, heading into the less bustling streets several rows back from the beachfront. I figured we were heading for the bar, with its bustling tropical outdoor space filled with scantily clad people.

The banners proclaimed it The Peach Pit, with an emoji peach as their logo. It probably had some kind of double meaning that was lost on me.

Zee stopped at the front, whipped off his shades, gave the doorman a thousand-dollar smile, and the rope was lifted.

“Hey, that guy lurking on the corner . . . Make sure he doesn’t get in.” Zee had spotted our tail too. “They’ll have others on us,” he said to me. “But that guy’s outfit sucks balls.”

“Zodiac!” A high-pitched squeal rang across the outside dining area. I didn’t have time to see who had yelled his name before a demon poofed in front of us in a hail of pink glitter. Shorter than Zee, the demon was all white, with baby-pink wings and a tufty, hot-pink tail.

“Kat!” Zee threw his arms around him.

“Oh my purple stars, look at you. It’s been too long, baby. You lookin’ fine. Love your horn ring. Did you get out from under that sewer rat, Sebastien? How’s things on the West Coast? And who is this little dime?”

Pink eyes fixed on me, and it took me a second to realize Kat’s breathless gushing had stopped and he was waiting for my name.