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Zee had his back to us, so he couldn’t see how the corner of Victor’s mouth twitched. His fingers tightened in mine.

Zee opened the closet. “I am aghast. The horror. My eyes!” Every hanger had identical grey suits hanging from it. Zee plucked a pale blue tie from a rack and sighed. “This here? This is a travesty. Imma buy you some kinky shit, since your billionaire ass is poor now.”

Victor bowed his head, and sighed.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“I am now you’re here.”

Zee had made his way around the room, looping the tie in his hands, and stopped outside the open bedroom door. “Why does Daddy Vampire have the biggest walk-in shower?”

“He is . . . was our first guest, so he got the master suite. Remember?”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Master suite. So . . . here’s an idea.” Zee turned and looped the tie around his fingers. “You two wanna fuck around? Just a suggestion. An option. It’s good to have options. And now that one is out there. On the table.” Zee eyed the coffee table. “Like we could be on the table. Another option. So many options between three consenting adults.”

“Does he ever stop?” Victor asked, with a smile.

Zee beamed. “I can fucking do this all day and night.”

“Come here.” Victor said, in his mastery voice.

“Fuck, yes.” Zee sashayed across the room, hips swaying, wings bouncing. “Just so we’re clear, what happens between the sheets is different to what happens outside them.” Zee knelt, placed his hands on Victor’s knees, and slowly spread them apart. Their locked gazes burned with tension. “I’ll be your bitch on this side of the door, but not outside it. You feel me?”

“Didn’t I say come here?”

His tone tightened a delicate thread of need down my back, and must have done something similar to Zee because his wings pulsed wider and his pupils swelled.

We were a mess, hadn’t slept in almost a whole day, smelled of blood and smoke, and were coming off a high of Tom’s cocktails, but somehow all of that made this even more perfect. Even more us. We were broken, but like one of those cracked bowls that was fixed with molten gold, after every break we somehow got better? Was that even possible?

Smiling, Zee spread Victor’s knees farther apart and leaned in, as though to kiss him. “The safe words are Zodiac is the best.”

“The safe word is indigo.” Victor raised his free left hand—the right I still had hold of—and stroked a finger along Zee’s jaw. “Understand?”

“Fuck.”

“I shall take that as compliance.”

Zee leaned in and scooped up Victor’s mouth with his, silencing him and leaving no doubt where this was headed. Zee had his wings up, arched behind him, out of the way, while he knelt between Victor’s knees and kissed him softly—at first. Asking permission to do more.

Victor’s hand tightened on mine. Did he need me, or was he letting me know I wasn’t forgotten? Perhaps both.

Such a momentous occasion should be accompanied by fanfare, trumpets, and applause, but the quiet of the hotel and the thump of my heart was all I needed to know this was special. We were special. And this was more than just fooling around.

Victor ended the kiss with a soft lick of his lips, then took the tie from Zee’s hand, and held it up in silent query.

Zee’s pupils swelled. He plucked the tie from Victor’s fingers, then with some hesitation, covered Victor’s eyes with it and tied it off behind his head.

Oh. My. Stars.

I’d forgotten how Victor had reacted when Zee and I had held him down to force feed him my blood. It had been a good reaction. Zee had clearly remembered.

Zee beckoned me closer and nodded at the now blindfolded Victor—his knees spread, lips slightly parted, waiting and expectant. “He’s all yours.”

Victor rested his head back, exposing the pale length of his throat. “Do as you wish.”

I swallowed hard. My Victor Reynard gift had been delivered. All I had to do was unwrap him.

CHAPTER 14