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From the corner, a rare, quiet Zee watched, his eyes and wings glowing with anticipation, his tail flicking in that telltale way that meant he was enjoying the show.

Victor laid me down with deliberate care, his body covering mine, his mouth trailing down my neck, my chest, my stomach. I arched into his touch, my fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him downward.

When he took me between his lips, I had to fight not to come. It had been too long, and the skillful pressure of his tongue, the cool suction of his lips, emptied all the thoughts from my head, turning me into a beast of need.

“Victor,” I gasped. “I won’t last if you keep⁠—”

“Then don’t,” he pulled back just enough to say, before returning to his task with renewed vigor.

“Mercy.” My hands fisted in his hair as pleasure coiled tighter. Victor slid a finger inside me, then another, teasing more pleasure out of me until I came, helpless under his mouth and hands and body. I cried out and let the waves tear through me, wave after wave of intense pleasure.

But Victor wasn’t done. As I lay there, panting and sensitive, he worked his way back up my body, pressing kisses to my heated skin. His dick pressed hard and insistent against my thigh.

“May I?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

Zee tossed Victor an unmarked bottle, probably supplied for all the conjugal visits, and Victor prepared me with careful attention, his fingers slick and cool, opening me up with practiced patience. When he finally pushed into me, I felt a familiar jolt of intense connection as the power that sparked between us flared to life.

Victor moved with deliberate precision, each thrust measured and controlled. But I knew how to undo that control. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and was rewarded with a growl for more.

“Let go,” I whispered. “I can take it.”

Something in his eyes shifted, the silver swirling like a storm. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and drove into me, no longer holding back. The bed creaked beneath us, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if it would hold. I wondered, too, if the prison wards might prevent his powers from boosting. We’d know soon enough.

Crackling, storm-like energy built between us with every thrust—electric, primal, overwhelming. I could feel it gathering in my chest, rising like a tide, ready to spill over and into him. Victor’s fangs extended, his control slipping as pleasure stole all that was left of his refined self.

When he leaned down to sink those fangs into my neck, the spark exploded between us. My power surged, flowing into him like liquid fire. The lights in the room flickered wildly—it was definitely working. I clutched him tight, as his body rocked against mine, building to a peak.

Victor’s cry was muffled against my neck. He pulsed inside me as he came, his normally cool skin surging hot.

As he withdrew his fangs and collapsed beside me, his eyes glowed brighter than I’d ever seen them. “Adam, my dear, I . . . am rather lost for words . . .”

“Intense, huh?” I finished for him.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face with trembling fingers. “Thank you, my dear.”

Zee cleared his throat from the corner. “If you two are done, I have a serious case of blue balls over here.” His voice was tight with need, his wings spread wider than before. “My turn.”

Zee was at the bed in a flash, shedding his jumpsuit with none of Victor’s grace but twice the enthusiasm. Where Victor was all cool control, Zee was heat and chaos and boundless energy.

He crawled over me, his tail caressing places that made me shiver, reigniting my need despite my recent climax. His hungry mouth found mine in a messy kiss.

“Been thinking about this for days, Kitten,” he growled against my lips. His hands weren’t gentle like normal—more demanding, more desperate, just like Victor had been. “Need you, need to be in you, with you, can’t be without you.”

“Yes.” I agreed to all of it, my own need climbing again. A new surge of desire turned my veins molten.

He flipped me onto my stomach with impressive strength, pulling my hips up as his mouth traced a path down my spine. When his tongue dipped lower, I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my cry.

“That’s right,” he purred, his breath hot against my most tender of places. “Let me hear those dragon noises.”

Victor, recovering beside us, stroked my hair as Zee worked me open with his tongue and fingers. The dual sensations—Victor’s cool touch at my temple, Zee’s heat between my legs—had me writhing between them.

“Ready for me, Kitten?” Zee asked, his voice rough.

“More than ready,” I gasped. “Do it, Zee.”

When he pushed inside, it was nothing like Victor’s careful entry. Zee thrust home in one smooth motion that filled me up. He set a punishing pace immediately, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.