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“Knees! Knees, I need to go down, or I’m going to fall!” I suddenly realize, and Laz catches me under the ribcage and sets me down on my hands and knees in the Manny-sized bathtub and shower. The huge tub comes in handy as water soaks my back and keeps me warm, and Lazarus maneuvers, holding my hips with one hand, fingering me with the other, making me see stars.

“I’ll buy you any toy you want, Vic, as long as I get to watch you use it.”

“Not watch. Help me use it. I want that so bad. I want you. I want this. God, I want you to come when I come!” I hiss, and my hips rebel. I’m not pushing back anymore, just staying still. Full. Heavy. Coming in long, hot waves that steal my breath and leave me mouthing curses without the air to say them aloud.

Lazarus’s movements speed up one final time, making me wonder if I can actually withstand monster stamina. Then...

“Vic! God, baby!” A rasping yell tells me we’re such a good match. We can barely outlast each other. His orgasm shudders through him and echoes through me, filling me with his cum as he collapses on my shoulder.

“Wow,” I whimper.

“Mmm. Wow.”

“That was a good trick, huh?” I half-laugh.

“I want to see if I know any others,” Lazarus whispers.

VICTORIA IS MY FOREVER present. She’s mine to carry and cuddle, and I do. She’s all limp and glowing, moaning whenever I pat the towel over certain sensitive pieces.

Which gives me the best idea.

“Can I try something?” I whisper.

“Anything.”

Ooh. She’s amazing. She shouldn’t give me that much power, but she does. She trusts me. And that’s wonderful, wrong, and irresistible.

“I wanna eat that pussy all up. Make you come again.”

“But I just came!” she protests.

“I know.” I grin wickedly. “And I like how you feel after you come.”

Before Victoria can protest, I peel the towel back from around her thighs and slide between them, blessing Manny and Rhea for having a bed that’s big enough for an elephant—or a horny revenant and his human bride.

Yes. Bride. One day.

I finally have my mate, my match.

And she tastes divine, like sex distilled, and when I suck her clit, then pull apart her swollen lips, shimmering translucent cum flows out. My essence. Marking her. I run my tongue through it and delve inside of her, tasting the slight bitterness that mixes perfectly with her sweet-salty goodness. Remembering what she likes, what she wants to try, I slide my middle finger easily inside her backdoor while my mouth devours her pink paradise.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuckkkk,” Victoria’s voice is a high-pitched chant that goes nicely with how she squirms and rides my tongue.

“Squirmy kitten,” I scold, pinching her clit lightly with my free hand.

“Bad dog,” she scolds back. “Greedy puppy. Making me a puddly mess two times in one night isn’t enough?”

“Nope,” I grin up at her, wiggling my finger deep inside of her while my chin rests on her curls. “Three meals a day minimum.” I dip my head to kiss her puffy lips softly. “Kitty has been neglected, and she tastes so sweet.” I slowly suck each little piece of her perfect pussy into my mouth, not breaking my gaze. “Besides, this is all I want for Christmas. So let me have it.”

LET HIM HAVE IT, HE says.

But it’s clearly unfair. He’s doing so much of the work.

“I think we should try it in a different position,” I whisper, slipping away from his touch with reluctant effort. I reverse myself, my head at his crotch, my mouth slipping around his half-hard cock as he gasps. “Mmm.” I taste my pussy on him, and in the past, that was something my “clients” would demand, yanking themselves out so they didn’t finish inside of me, grabbing my head and forcing their cum into my mouth. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t get to savor the blend of skin, sweat, and sex.

And with them, I never would have.

With Lazarus?