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He never dreamed that telling his secret would lift so much weight off his shoulders, but it had.
As for Sky, maybe it would not be such a bad thing to let her stay a while. He could not kill her. Again. And she had clearly mastered dream-fucking.
His cock thickened just thinking about how good it had felt to plunge his dick inside her, to feel her stretch around his girth, to hear her cry out as she took her pleasure from his…
My dream dick?He didn’t know, and he did not care. Damien was in far too good a mood to think too much on the matter.
Yeah, so what if you killed her? And now you’re fucking her. Totally works with your “code,” tailor.
“Say whatever you like, but nothing can spoil this mood.”
“What’s for breakfast?” Pet fluttered in.
And I spoke too soon. “Where did you come from?” he snarled.
“We built a bonfire in your yard and fell asleep outside. Oh, and Elenore said goodbye—she’ll meet us at the festival in Miami. I think she wanted to look for more weres to come with us as backup.”
This could not be happening. And there was no damned place in his yard for a bonfire, let alone material to burn.If they touched my redwood Adirondacks, I will murder them.
“By the way,” Pet said, “I heard your ghost sex went well. Nice…”
“Sky told you?”
“I’m a sex fairy; I can hear people banging from a thousand miles away. Right now, there are five hundred and sixty-two people orgasming. Music to my ears.” Pet smiled like the tiny pervert she was, flashing her sharp teeth. It was almost as disturbing as Bonbon’s smile.
Speaking of Bonbon, the white furball sauntered in with a bounce to his step. “Hey, what’s for breakfast? All that cuddling last night has me hankering for something sweet. Who wants to make me pancakes with Gorgonzolina’s ass hair?”
Damien winced. “Why are you here, Bonbon?”
“Didn’t Sky tell you? We’re going with you to Miami.”
“No. You are not. You must lea—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bonbon groaned exasperatedly. “We must leave. You’re cursed. You have a psycho killer living inside you. Blah, blah, blah. We get it, Damien. But you don’t get to dictate what we do, what sort of cursed people we hang with, or where we live.”
“This is my fucking house!”
“Language, man. My woman is here.” Gorgonzolina trotted in and sat next to Bonbon. He gave her furry brown cheek a quick lick.
Eesh…They were by no means an attractive pairing, but what did Damien know? He’d just fucked a ghost in his sleep and thoroughly enjoyed it.
“I give up.” Damien threw his hands in the air. “I cannot fight you anymore. Live here. Take over my family’s shop. Drink all my scotch. Die from my curse. Let my evil twin slit you from mouth to tail. I do not care.”
He had tried his best. They would not listen. What more could he do?
“I so need coffee.” Amelia waltzed in wearing aWinnie the Poohnightie—no bra—her dark hair in a messy bun atop her head.
Damien turned away. “What are you doing? You cannot wear that around me.” She was far too beautiful to go around showing off her perky nipples.
“You said that sexual release helps you keep your curse in check, not that I or the others believe your curse is real, but Sky texted and says she took care of you.” Amelia went to the cupboard and grabbed a mug.
He kept his head turned, feeling his heart pounding with fear. One more look at her in a nightgown might result in her dropping dead on the kitchen floor. She looked far too similar to Sky.
“Ah, how sweet. Avoiding eye contact.” She chuckled. “See, you do care. And here I am, still kicking.”
“Play with fire all you like, woman,” he growled. “It is your life, your choice.”
“Glad we agree. By the way, I’m staying here with Miguel while you go off to Miami. Which means I can also run your shop since MF is going with your crew.”
