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I’m not even going to pretend to care because by the dark spot of moisture seeping through his pants, his cock is leaking precum. I touch the pad of my finger to the little spot and grin. “Is that for me?”

“Why don’t you have a look and see?”

I follow the tight, muscular V leading from his hips, tugging the heavy fabric of his pants down and out of my way. “Hello, again, Mr. Perfect.”

Tucker barks a laugh and his solid length flexes up to greet me. “All right, I love that. Mr. Perfect loves it too.”

I reach over to the bedside table, grab a can of whipped cream, toss the lid, and give it a shake. “I’m about to put my art degree to the best use ever.”

He leans back and stretches his arms behind his head. “Consider me your willing canvas. Whatever brings your muse into play is good with me.”

“Such a willing participant.” With my free hand, I grip his erection and give it a couple of loving strokes. More precum leaks through the slit of his crown as he lets off a low groan.

With the precision of a master artist, I cover the head of his cock with a swirling cone of whipped cream, then I bend over his hips and suck him into my mouth. The sugary cream coats my tongue as I take him deep. Warm hands cradle both sides of my head as a sexy growl rumbles out of his chest.

“Oh, beautiful, you’re spoiling me.”

His words are strained and when I lift my gaze to meet his, his irises have flipped from the warm caramel of the laid-back man to the bright gold of the warrior.

I want to ask him what his magical heritage is, but know from a lifetime of living with vampires that you don’t just ask someone that. It’s personal, and members of the otherworld communities don’t share those details with strangers.

Not that we’re strangers exactly.

I swallow as I raise my head and reach for the goodies he brought to the party. Popping two Reese’s Pieces into my mouth, I grin at him lying beneath me with his pants pulled down around those thick thighs.

“You’re a work of art, Tucker Barrons.”

He chuckles, his voice a low rumble against my skin. “I aim to please.”

He cups my jaw and presses his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it for a bit before giving it a playful bite. Right. It’s easy to get distracted by the man, but I had an artistic objective tonight.

I reclaim my can of whipped cream, gather a few strawberries, and get back to my canvas. “Kick off those pants. I’m going to need access to all of you for this.”

“As you wish.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Tucker

Life has an irony to it that defies all logic.

The safe house has become a pressure cooker, everyone coiled tight with nerves, frustration, and that gnawing feeling that things are about to explode. Jaxon isn’t spilling information as they hoped because someone—the true-blood vampire behind the coup or possibly a witch—has spelled him so that every time he intends to answer their questions, he slumps into unconsciousness.

It’s been effective and is driving Zane and Huntley mad.

But Scotland and I have enjoyed every spare moment, exploring the connection our shared magic creates. She’s incredible. I understand why Zane is kicking himself for losing her. If this ever ends between us, it’s going to shatter my heart into a million pieces.

“Add another ten on both sides.”

I look down at Jack lying on the weight bench and shake my head. I grew up with my mother telling me that my dad was a true warrior with a noble duty.

I didn’t understand why that nobility wouldn’t have included me. That he never knew about me dulls the pain, but if he cared about my mother, why didn’t he ever come back to our compound like he promised?

If he had, he would’ve found out about me and I could’ve had a father decades before now.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard, old man. Let’s keep it here for another rep and see how you feel.”

“Or you can listen to me and trust that in the eighty years I acted as the personal protector of the vampire king, I learned my limitations.”

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