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All my blood rushed to where my body assumed it was needed the most—my dick. My heart thumped, trying to drown out the little voice in my head telling me to drop to my knees and take Reynard in new and exciting ways that had nothing to do with our mutually beneficial arrangement and everything to do with me having a huge thing for Daddy Vampire.

“Adam.” His fingers skimmed down my neck.

I moaned around my own blunt teeth, pinched in my lip. “Hmh?”

“This is the only warning I’ll give. If you have no wish to proceed⁠—”

I slung both arms around his neck. “Kiss me, Victor.”

He surged in, captured my mouth and thrust in his tongue, pinning me to the bar, kissing with his entire body. His fingers speared into my hair, while the other hand captured my lower back, leaving no room for doubt.

I was about to get owned.

Need pulled at my skin. I clutched him close, but it wasn’t enough. He tasted wicked, like something sinfully delicious. My thoughts fragmented, flicking between how his touch burned, his mouth owned, the hardness of his thigh held me pinned, and how as he rocked, a new, tantalizing hardness nudged my hip. Victor Reynard was hard for me.

I dropped my hand between us, and cupped his dick, just to be sure. Mercy. There it was. I mean, I knew he had one. But to grab it, feel it, squeeze it—was a whole other braingasm I’d not prepared for.

A sneering growl rumbled through him. He tore his mouth from mine, cupped the back of my head and scratched sharp fangs down my neck without breaking the skin. Control. He had it in spades.

My body remembered what it felt like to have those fangs sink in. If I hadn’t been pinned to the bar, I’d have already been on my knees, desperate to have his cock between my lips or his teeth in my neck. I wanted that, craved it so badly I’d forgotten how to speak.

He leaned back, ran his finger across my parted lips, then probed inside. “Is it this finger you want, Adam? Or something else?”

Oh my stars. My name on his lips, his finger in my mouth, my hand on his hot dick. All my Victor Reynard fantasies were coming true.

He eased his finger free. “Speak. Tell me what you want or this will happen on my terms and mine alone.”

Words. I could do words. Words like, do me, daddy. “Victor.” I peered into his vampire eyes, resisting their pull, and liking it. “I want to taste you.”

“Then get on your knees and make it happen.”

My strangled, mewling moan was not at all manly, but it matched the way my legs weakened. Victor took a step back, and down I went, running my hands over his narrow hips until I was eye level with the bulge in his trousers. My cock ached. My mouth watered. Reynard’s expert hand came between me and his dick, and his quick fingers plucked at his fly.

The bar doors banged. “How do you get a dick out of a ketchup bottle?” Zee’s unmistakable voice piped up.

I shot to my feet, and spun, keeping Reynard behind me. “Zee?!”

Reynard moved in, pressing down the length of my back, my ass, my legs, his body sandwiching mine to the bar. Oh mercy, Zee had the worst timing.

“The one thing you’d think I’d be qualified to answer, but I have no fucking idea—” He jolted to a stop so fast his wings flung forward and momentum almost toppled him over. “Wow. Fuck. There’s a whole lot of lust in here. This is . . . fuck. Also hot. So fucking hot.” He spun on his heel—wings and tail sweeping—and faced the door. “Go Adam, but ugh yuck, a vampire? I’m so conflicted. And fucking confused. And, like . . . aroused?”

“Zee, do you mind?” My voice came out all scratchy, and deep. “We’re uh, busy.”

“I saw that. I can’t un-fucking-see it, can I. So hot. But one of our guests is having a dick emergency. So, hurry it up. I’ll wait.”

The next few seconds passed in heavy silence.

“Is he just going to stand there?” Reynard whispered. His lips skimmed my cheek.

I peered over my shoulder and up at the fine angles of Reynard’s thin face, tracing its haughty lines. His gaze tried to drag me down and bury me in desire, but I was already lost. I’d had my hand on Reynard’s dick, had it almost within sucking distance, and would really have liked to investigate that further, but Zee loomed, tail swishing, foot tapping, so distracting. “I think he might be.”

Reynard’s eyes narrowed. His whole body stiffened, and not in a sexy way. Okay, Reynard was not ready for an audience. And definitely not an audience with Zee in the front row.

“Zee, can you maybe come back later?”

“What about the dick emergency?”

I had my own dick emergency happening.