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I turned around again and found him pressed against the steamed-up glass, his eyes all big and pining.

“Always, Zee.”

“It’s just that, Reynard hugged you, and I didn’t. You were dripping bits of intestines. He didn’t care, and I shouldn’t have cared either. But I really like these pants, and blood stains are a bitch to get out⁠—”

“It’s okay.” I pressed my hands against his, with just the glass between us. “I’m not sticky now?”

His gaze grew heavy with intent. “If I come in there, we’re both coming in there. Just so you know.”

I shrugged a shoulder, and stepped back. “That’s the plan.”

He whipped off his favorite pants, tore off his top, and was in the shower in three seconds flat. Water splashed over his horns and face, then he was crowding around me, suddenly everywhere, filling the cubicle with his Zeeness. Purple eyes blinked slowly. Water dripped from his lashes and wet his hair, darkening its two-tone shades of black and purple. He shifted a few inches closer, and his warm, firm body pressed against mine in all the right places. A purr rumbled up his throat. “Kitten, when you look up at me like this, I understand how fucked I am.”

Seb’s words, about everyone thinking they loved Zodiac, decided to slap me around the face. Ben, the Razorsedge barman, had tried to tell me the same. Zodiac had millions of fans. They all thought they loved him. Was I just like them? Did any of this really mean anything? Could it, when he had no idea who or what I was?

“Hey.” He tucked a nail under my chin and lifted my head. “There’s no room for sads in this shower.”

I dropped my head back against the hard tiles, and Zee shifted closer. Water dashed his face, painting his hair down his cheeks. His lips nudged mine, asking permission to venture further, to open me up and dive in. That was always a risk—that I’d open up too much, let him get too close.

“Take me like you mean it,” I told him, then bit my bottom lip.

His hot hands clasped my face. “I always mean it, Kitten. Every time.”

Did he though? Could he, truly?

He slammed a kiss on my lips, and I opened, taking him in, needing to swallow him into my soul. Sparks zinged. Tiny little static shocks, like needles dancing over our lips. He gasped, pulling back, and more sparks fell between us, raining to the shower floor. “The fuck?” he exclaimed, watching their glitter dance around our bare feet.

I flung my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him harder—kissed all the questions away. His hands dropped down my back, cupping my ass. Closer. I needed more. He lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clamping on, my hard dick crushed between us. His hung lower, and rode up behind my balls, finding a way in.

He pinned me to the wall, spread my ass, and angled the tip of his cock over my hole.

“You’re tight,” he muttered against my neck. “And I’m real big.”

I grabbed at a convenient bottle of conditioner. Zee performed a balancing act—with me perched on one hand, he spun the bottle in his right hand, tipped it upside down, facing his palm, dribbled a squirt out, tossed it aside, then swept the cool conditioner right where it was needed. This time, when his cock nudged my hole, it lodged in place—I gulped—and he steadily pushed in.

He lowered me down and filled me up.

A gasp hissed between Zee’s gritted teeth, and his expression grew even more intense. “I’ll never get enough of you.” His hips rocked, slow-pumping his cock, stroking in and out. I clutched at his hot back, getting off on my dick rubbing his rippled abs while his hit the spot.

Hot water poured over us, filling the air with steam and sex. Zee was under my skin, under more than that. Inside me. It was visceral, real, and exactly what I craved.

His panting sawed against my ear, our bodies rocked, and neither of us was far from coming.

“I don’t care what you are,” Zee growled, working a rhythm that had me climbing toward bliss. “I know you. Inside. And I—” He swallowed the rest of that sentence, cutting himself off.

I kissed him, thrusting my tongue in, tasting what I thought he’d been about to say. “Deeper,” I growled, after pulling from the kiss.

He set me down on my feet, spun me around, spread my ass, and speared his cock so deep I gasped, my toes curling.

“Deep enough, lover?”

I dug my blunt nails into the tiles. “Deeper.” I needed Zee to find the real me.

He thrust again, his thighs slapping my ass. Water pattered against my back, and ran down my chest. His nails dug into my ass cheeks, holding me open, and he pounded. My leaking dick bounced with every impact, and electric pleasure rode my spine, lighting me up. I stopped thinking, and became a creature of sensation, relishing every second.

Zee’s hand snaked around my chest, skimmed a hard nipple, then eased me against him, switching his dick’s angle downward as I arched. The new position drove me higher with every thrust of his cock. His tail tightened around my balls, giving them a firm squeeze, and his hand found my dick, capturing it in his grip. He pumped, attacking front and back without mercy. I was taken in every way, inside and out. And loved it. “Yes, Zee!”

He clamped a hand over my mouth, chuckling. “Vampires have good hearing.”