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“And?” I caught myself flinching as she glanced at me again.

“Well, someone has to.” She shrugged. “Otherwise, it wouldn’t be voyeur.”

“You read novels like you’re a pervert hiding in the bushes, don’t you?” My lips stretched out and pursed, intentionally doing the judgy face thing.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She nodded once.

I was surrounded by crazy.

Chapter Twenty

Zeke

Going home that evening felt like the first taste of normality I’d had in a long time. A new normal. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car as we rolled into the driveway was like the fog of the library left me.

It wasn’t anything like I’d grown up with, but those memories were strained, thinned from years of other memories covering them up.

“What was your favorite candy when you were a kid?” Lex broke the silence as he tore into some caramel-and-chocolate bar.

We exited the car and I shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Don’t know?” He tossed me the keys and went to the back of the car to pull out the books he’d borrowed.

“Nope.” I unlocked the door and opened it for him, letting him bring the few tomes in like the place was as much mine as his. I even had a toothbrush there, along with a handful of other toiletries he kept adding for my use.

“Not much candy back then?” He put the books on his side table and stretched before sliding his shirt off. His slender waist and smooth flesh drew my eye for the blink it took him to walk into his bedroom. I followed wordlessly, my libido leading the way.

“Not as such. We had treats, cakes, honey candy… Candied fruit. It was very rare to get it, but you lose things over time.” I didn’t quite know how to explain to him the nuances of living past one’s first century, but he glanced over his bare shoulder at me, curiosity dancing in the one jeweled eye I could see. Like a painting of coquettish curiosity.

“Oh?” That face and bare shoulder disappeared in a breath as he pulled a loose, comfortable shirt over his head and sighed.

My breath caught and my cock woke from whatever slumber it’d been under. I enjoyed his company, and sex was time we wouldn’t be cuddling or talking. I strode forward and rested my hands on his hips from behind, inching my fingers over his hip bones until I could cross my arms across his waist to move up his chest. With my chin on his shoulder, I inhaled his scent and held him tight. “The time that stretches on is not hospitable to a mortal mind. There are drawbacks.”

He leaned his head to the side, exposing that little mark on his neck that hadn’t healed fully, a trace of my teeth, with the addition of some rather strong fangs, ones that ached in my mouth, sliding into place as if they’d always been there. It stung, and the only thing I wanted to do was bite him once more. So, I did. Gently, though.

“So, we forget things as we get—ah!” His breath hitched and a soft moan escaped his lips, drawing out the barest whisper of a growl from me.

I lifted his shirt and traced my fingers down his chest, relishing the sensation of my heartbeat echoing from my cock as it rose to fullness. “We make ourselves forget. It’s good for the mind.”

“Will you forget me one day?” He shivered and I sucked that tender spot on his neck, relishing the texture beneath my tongue as I flicked it.

“No. Because I’ll never let you go.” I nipped his neck once more and moved up to nip at his ear, earning a shy whimper. “Will you forget me?”

“I really hope—ah!” His moan cracked in his throat as my hands traveled over his stomach, one hand sliding into the waistband of his pants to caress his hardness. “N—not.”

“Then hold those memories dear.” I nipped his earlobe and revered the way his cock jerked under my fingers.

“I can’t even hold a thought in my head at the moment. Can we please—we’ve not since.” Lex whimpered and I rucked his pants down, letting them slide down his soft legs, finding the freedom to fist my hand over his cock and pump gently.

“Will you let me knot you?” I chuckled as his entire body froze.

“Wh—” He flinched as my thumb flicked the pink tip of his leaking cock. “Fuck, yes.”

I shuffled him toward the bed, my need surging as I moved one hand to unbuckle and drop my pants, the metal clanking as it hit the floor. As his knees hit the bed and I stepped from my pants, he buckled forward and I fell with him, bending him over the bed.

The fullness of his rump spread for me so easily, and my free hand found his hole with a gentle slide of my fingers, delighted to find him slightly wet, and with each successive stroke, he grew wetter, dripping with little whimpers.

“Where did you get l-lube?” He hissed and groaned as my fingers prized at his hole, one at first, sliding in so easily. His hot insides squeezed the pad of my finger and released, as if begging me for more.