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It felt good, being held, and for a moment I relished him, hugging him back, breathing him in.
Victor approached more deliberately, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s good to see you are well.” I hooked an arm around his waist and dragged him into the hug. Zee shifted, embracing Victor too, and for a few blissful seconds it was just the three of us, warm, safe, together.
“How are they letting this happen?” I asked.
Victor leaned back and pulled a crumpled up note from his jumpsuit pocket. “I found this after being brought here.”
Get on with it - TC
Tom Collins. “Oh,” I said, understanding dawning. “This must be part of the plan.”
“This,” Victor said, taking the note and setting it aside. “Is our one opportunity to rearm so we are adequately prepared for what comes next.”
Zee’s wings shimmered, painting the plain walls in a shifting purple glow. “I know what’s coming next. Adam—multiple times.”
“Are we uh . . . Are we allowed?”
Victor swept a hand at the neat bed behind me. “This is a conjugal cabin, my dear. It would be rude not to.”
“Oh, that’s what conjugal means.” Wait . . . Okay. So Tom Collins had maneuvered us here to have fantastic, power-boosting sex? I guess we hadn’t been all that quiet the previous times we’d boosted our hotel wards.
“It’s likely that our enhanced abilities will become useful very soon,” Victor said.
“Do you guys want to?” I asked them. “It doesn’t feel too forced?”
Victor’s hands on my shoulders turned me around, then those expert fingers worked my zip down my back, sparking a little shiver. “My dear, we always want to.”
If my brother was coming, if this was all leading to a final confrontation, we needed every advantage. And we had two huge advantages, providing they could get around the wards. Victor and Zee’s boosted abilities.
“One hour,” I said, turning to look at them both behind me. My glorious demon and my stalwart vampire. My loves. “Let’s make it count.”
Victor’s fingers brushed my cheek before he leaned in to kiss me with almost perfect restraint, leaving me wanting more.
The prison jumpsuits weren’t exactly romantic, and the moment felt forced, but the weird surroundings didn’t matter the moment Zee moved to admire me and Victor. The needful look in his eyes already had parts of me awake and eager.
“Who first?” Zee murmured, lashes slow-blinking while he cocked a hip and arched an eyebrow.
“Both,” I answered—I always wanted both. But Victor shook his head.
“Separate encounters produce more focused results,” he reminded me. “As enjoyable as this will be, we do have an objective and a time limit. Efficiency is key.”
“Trust Fancy Fangs to make a threesome sound boring,” Zee chuckled, but nodded in agreement. “You go first, vampire. I’ll take my ass over here to soak up the vibe an’ watch.”
Victor’s silver eyes gleamed in the purple light of Zee’s wings. “Very well.”
My jumpsuit slipped from my shoulders and pooled around my ankles. Almost too quickly, I stood naked in front of him. The room was still warm from the day’s leftover heat, but his gaze scorched, further heating me through. He took his time, eyes roaming over my body as if memorizing every detail or seeing me for the first time. “Exquisite.” His own jumpsuit joined mine on the floor in one impossibly smooth motion.
Victor naked—all that raw, unashamed masculinity on display—always stole my breath.
“Come here,” he said. The command in his voice sent a shiver through me.
I stepped willingly into his arms, the firm press of his skin against mine a welcome shock after days of isolation. His kisses grew more insistent, deeper, hungrier, his desperation and relief thinly veiled. I matched that need with my own, kissing him as though each kiss were a promise for more.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered against my lips.
I thrust a hand into his loose hair, and gripped him there, holding him still. These last few days had been our hardest test yet. But we would get through this. “I will always be with you,” I told him—vowed it.
He kissed me hard, hands everywhere, tracing patterns down my back, across my hips, between my legs. I gasped, relishing every touch of skin on skin. He guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
