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Ozni ran. He got out of there before he proved himself right and Cy wrong and showed the beautiful incubus the monster he was.
Cyrus wasn'tsure if he'd ever stop reeling over his run-in with Ozni. Everytime he closed his eyes, he imagined his back pressed against the wall, his cock in Oz's hand and the hungriest look in the vampire's eyes.
God, if only Ozni had bitten him.
He'd anticipated it, waited for it, but Oz had held back. Cyrus didn't know why. If anyone could handle Ozni, it was him.
Cy opened his eyes and remembered he was still in the kitchen. It had been a few days since that night and he was still craving Ozni's touch. The daywalker had given him a meal that he desperately needed and while he should be invading Oz's thoughts and dreams, it was the other way around.
He needed more.
"Fantasizing again?" Jaygen's voice jolted him out of his thoughts as he stared into the fridge. "You're wasting electricity."
"Sorry," Cy mumbled, before he straightened up and closed the door. "I forgot what I was doing."
Jaygen grinned. "Was he that good that you've forgotten how to function?"
Cyrus' eyes widened. "How do you know-"
"I could smell you from a mile away and when I came to see what was going on guess what I saw? You and Ozni, right here, completely oblivious to the world." Jaygen ran a hand down Cy's cheek. "I almost sat down to watch."
Heat swept over Cyrus's body. It was bad enough Ozni had scrambled his brain and Porter was always giving him the most lust filled looks making it worse, but Jaygen too now? He was going to be well fed if they kept doing things to him.
"Why didn't you?" Cyrus whispered.
"You two needed to make up on your own." Jaygen gripped the back of Cyrus's neck and tugged him forward. His lips brushed over Cy's before they traveled to his ear. "But next time, I demand you let me touch you too."
When Cyrus was released, he stared up at Jaygen. The blond winked at him before he adjusted his jacket, turned on his heels and left the kitchen as smoothly as he'd entered. Cyrus had to catch his breath and he shook his head.
"I'm going to die. Everyone is going to kill me."
Cy knew he had to get out, at least for a few hours. He walked to Porter's room and typed in the code, letting himself inside. Porter glanced up from his bed where he was lounging with a book in his hands. He immediately patted the bed and Cyrus climbed in beside him.
"Can we please get out of here for a little while, darling?"
Porter looked up from the pages he'd been enthralled in. "Why? What's up?"
"Nothing. I just..."
Cyrus tried, but couldn't hold back. He spilled everything that happened in the kitchen that night. In the end, Porter huffed.
"You've been having all that fun without me?"
Cy barked out a laugh. "That's all you have to say?"
"Duh!" Porter sighed. "You're having all the fun." He wrapped his arms around Cyrus and hugged him. "But yeah, we can get out of here if you're getting overwhelmed. You promised me shopping anyway."
"I did." Cyrus buried his face in Porter's neck and inhaled his scent until he groaned. "But I have to let go of you now or I'm gonna end up riding you."
Porter laughed and released Cyrus. When he ran his fingers through Cy's hair, the incubus leaned into it, sighing softly before he finally straightened up.
"I'll go get dressed and let Arden know we're going out for a while. He doesn't make us let him know, but if you don't he worries. Even if he doesn't say it." Cyrus grinned. "He's a big old softie."
"Yeah, when he's not threatening someone." Porter chuckled. "Just come get me when you're ready to go."
"Mwah," Cyrus blew Porter a kiss. "You're the best, babe."
“I know,” Porter called back and winked at Cyrus. “Don’t make me wait.”
