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Zee’s face fell. “Oh fuck, what now?”

“It’s just . . . So, uhm . . .” I scratched my nose. This was going to get awkward. And I really, really wanted this to happen, but also . . . “There’s this thing.”

“Fuck. Unless its fatal, can’t it wait?”

I blinked.

“It’s fucking fatal?” Zee flopped his head back. “Is it worse than magic jizz?”

“Adam?” Reynard’s voice poured from the dark and ran like warm honey down my spine.

“Oh my fuck.” Zee breathed in. “Baby, you’re so fucking bright I don’t care if it’s gonna kill me. I’ll die happy.”

He’d told me about the parasitic sperm, so . . . “So, there’s this thing. With me. Just a little thing. A tiny little problem, really.”

“Problem?” Reynard’s voice poured through me again, and Zee groaned, which in turn, had my veins filling with lava and my dick aching hard. This was fast becoming one of those domino situations, where one reaction led to another—or was it a snowball? A really hot, steaming snowball.

“Kitten, talk to me or fuck me. But do something, before I flip you over and hammer you like a tent peg.”

Reynard’s grumbling growl ramped the energy in the room up to eleven.

Zee arched. “Fuck, vampire, stop with the growls or I’ll give you something to growl about.”

“Victor.” I twisted, still straddling Zee, and found Reynard in the chair, his eyes shining in the dark. “If anything odd happens, you need to stop me, okay?”

“Odd, such as . . . ?”

“Like . . . I don’t know . . . maybe . . . if my uh . . . the glamor I’m not admitting to wearing begins to fail or a totally random and not in any way related curse kicks in and tries to kill Zee?” There. I’d said it. I dropped forward, and smacked a kiss on Zee’s mouth, silencing whatever his reply would have been. His eyes had blown wide, but he couldn’t ask me what I was through them, so it was all good.

Reynard growled, “I’ll protect you both.”

Zee grabbed my arms, and pushed me up. “You’re fucking cursed?”

A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “Oh, it’s just a silly thing.” I lunged to kiss him again, but he turned his head.

“Who cursed you, Kitten?”

“I did.” I dropped forward and kissed all the rest of his questions away, swallowing them deep, where they could never be spoken. He didn’t respond, not at first, just glared while I tried to eat his mouth, but then I shoved my hand down, under his belt, and wrapped my fingers around his heavy cock. What had he said? Everything was so much easier when the answer was sex? Well, this was that. He’d probably try and ask questions later, but for now, there was only room for one thing between us. Or two very hard things. And I had hold of his.

I broke the kiss apart. He breathed in, about to blurt out a hundred questions.

I pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t ask, and I’ll go down on you.”

Zee rolled his lips together and mimed zipping them shut.

Good, because I needed more of him in me, and I needed it now. I fumbled with his fly, the job of freeing him so much harder when he was as hard as an iron bar. But I did eventually unwrap him, then shuffled downward, off the bed, onto my knees between his, and swallowed his generous dick down.

“Oh fuck.” Zee’s nails sank into my hair and scraped my scalp.

There was no way I could take all of him. My hand and mouth would have to be enough. From his growls, he seemed to like it—and then there was the added factor of Reynard’s glare on us both. Watching. I couldn’t see him, or sense his emotions like Zee could, but I could feel the weight of his gaze, and knew he was there. Did he like what he saw? Did he hate it, hate himself? Each new thought ramped my own desire higher.

“Fuck, Kitten, your mouth is even better than your ass.”

I rolled my eyes up, and caught sight of the crackling energy sparking through his wings. Then the obvious hit me. Zee was powering the expanding wards. Not me. The snapping shocks between us was that sharing of energy. The lust he gorged on gave him significant power. Zee was the inordinately powerful Lost One, and my curse—and secret—was intact.

“Fuck, baby, imma come if you keep that up, and I don’t think our little friends care whether it’s your mouth or ass I come in.”

I bobbed my head, sucked him down, and brought him to the panting edge of climax, half tempted to swallow his parasitic sperm. But Zee caught me under the chin, and popped me off. His gritted, sharp teeth demanded I finish, but his eyes were pained.