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“Like I did with the doctor.”

“You’d do that?”

He nodded. “Just tell me what you’d like and I’ll find it. Blond. Brunette. Redhead. Short. Tall. Thin. Muscular. Older. Younger. Or you could find someone yourself and bring them back here.”

His suggestion brought a whole new meaning to shopping around, and for a moment, I considered it, picturing myself at a club searching for someone to bring home so Caligo could possess them. I shut the thought down quickly. It would be a slippery slope unlikely to lead anywhere good. “No.”

“No?” Caligo sounded surprised. “What then?”

I took a deep breath, knowing I might come to regret the next words out of my mouth. “I want you to stop holding back. I want you to do whatever you want to do.”

Caligo surged to his feet so quickly that I barely had time to blink. I definitely didn’t have time to prepare for being thrown over his shoulder and carried up the stairs. Yeah, it was definitely a case of being careful what you wished for. What if I’d literally unleashed the beast?

The next thing I felt was the mattress hitting my back as he tossed me onto it. He didn’t join me. Instead, he remained beside the bed and stared down at me with enough heat in his gaze to spark a forest fire. Where had this version of him been for the last few days?

I held my breath as his fingers once again curled around the edge of the towel. Instead of yanking it off, he peeled it back as though unwrapping a gift, first one side and then the other. I didn’t need to look down to know that I was already half hard—or that his open admiration was getting me harder.

“Pretty, pretty Rowan,” he crooned, his eyes glued to my cock.

“Women are pretty,” I said. “Men are handsome.”

Fingers ghosted over my thigh, teasing the possibility of a touch that never quite reached my cock. “You are both.”

I guess I could accept that. It certainly wasn’t worth arguing about when there were more interesting things happening. I still had a few mental barriers to get over first, though. With that in mind, I tentatively reached for him. Caligo was more solid than I’d expected. More muscular, too. I had a feeling he hadn’t started out like that—that as time passed, he was shaping himself more and more to suit my tastes.

“Lubricant,” he stated, as my fingers curled around his arse. That was satisfyingly solid, too.

“Lubricant,” I parroted, eyeing the current nothingness between his legs. “For what?”

No sooner had I said it than shadows swirled around his groin. He’d said he could do it, but hearing about it and actually witnessing a cock form out of nowhere were two very different things. “That’s a pretty neat party trick.”

I thought he was done, but it just kept going. And going. I grabbed his arm, my eyes metaphorically watering at the club between his legs. “That’s way too big.”

Caligo dropped his gaze to it, apparently failing to see a problem.

“Look at mine,” I prompted. “Yours is about five times the size.”

His gaze flicked between the two. The shadows receded, reducing his cock to a far more manageable size.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better,” I agreed.

I reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the lube he’d requested. Despite the task only taking a few seconds, it was long enough for Caligo to climb onto the bed. He crawled over me, covering me with his body and pressing me into the mattress. Definitely solid. Solid and so damn big compared to me. I searched for panic and found nothing but arousal. His newly formed cock was already stiffening against my thigh. It got harder still as his tongue probed between my lips, and I returned the kiss, safe in the knowledge that no one would interrupt us this time.

We kissed until curiosity got the better of me, and I wriggled out from under Caligo. When he tried to rise, I pushed him back against the mattress and straddled him, my gaze fixed on his cock. “I’m curious about what it tastes like.”

I didn’t wait for permission before giving the head an exploratory lick. It didn’t taste like cock, but neither did it taste unlike cock. It was something entirely its own. Emboldened, I closed my lips over the head and took him deeper. “Does it feel good?” I asked.

“Yes.” Caligo’s fingers slid into my hair. “Pretty Rowan,” he said as he guided me deeper still.

I might have replied, but my mouth was full. If I closed my eyes, it felt like any other cock. Would his cum taste like cum, or would it have a taste all its own? I knew he produced it from that night when he climaxed between my thighs. I pulled back, using my hand to stroke him as my curiosity bubbled over. “If you come, will you stay hard?”

“I could stay hard forever if I wanted.”

I laughed. “Jesus! You need to keep that information to yourself.”

“I do. Why?”