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“Pretty much.”

Sighing, I shook my head. “And this is why I’m the only one who procreated.”

“I don’t see you coming up with any ideas.”

“That’s because this isn’t my show. I’ve already done the accidental pregnancy thing. Not interested this time around.”

“Yeah, but it’s not going to be an accident. We’re doing it on purpose. You’ve never had an on-purpose before.”

I could barely check the impulse to snarl at him. My son was off-limits, and this fucker damn well knew it. I didn’t talk about him or any of the events surrounding his birth and subsequent excommunication from my life. To say it was a sore subject would be like referring to a global pandemic as flu season.

“Are you done?” I drawled.

“I guess so. I just don’t know how we’re going to do this if she’s not interested in making the beast with two backs. I mean, I’m sex personified, and she’s not the least bit interested.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose in an attempt to counter the tiny sledgehammers working at my temples. “Did you ever consider that you might have to help spark her interest?”

He stared at me. “What?”

“Seduction, Sinclair. I’m talking about fucking seduction. You know, foreplay?” He continued to stare at me blankly. “Jesus. It’s a wonder you’ve ever gotten laid.”

The look on his face was priceless. It was as though I’d told him Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny weren’t real. “Well, yeah, but Iamthe foreplay. I don’t have to work for it. I have to turn them away in droves. They come to me, not the other way around.”

“Those poor, unsatisfied women. Do you even know how to tell if they’re faking it?”

This garnered a reaction. “How very fucking dare you. I feed on their sexual energy, you putrid, festering herpe. Of course I know what a real orgasm feels like.” Then he paused, his expression going inward, and I could practically hear him thinking back through his conquests.

“Sounds like something someone who hasn’t felt a woman come around his cock would say.”

Sin’s expression turned stormy. “I hate you.”

“You’d better go write down your best chat-up lines and work on your seduction techniques, Famine. This one looks like she’s going to be a challenge.” I held out my hand, palm up, and made a beckoning gesture with my two middle fingers. “Might I recommend the come hither? Emphasis on thecome.”

“Go fuck yourself, Malice.”

“Sounds like you’re going to be doing enough of that for the both of us, Sin. Unless you start studying.”

He flipped me off.

“Now you’re just being redundant,” I taunted.

His scowl would have withered a weaker man. Alas, while I might currently be weakened, I wasn’t a man. Not a mortal one, anyway.

“I hope you sit on a cactus, dill hole. Or you have a rampant case of anal leakage.”

“Ah yes, one of my better side effects.”

Sin left me, his grumbles audible as he made his way down the hall before he stopped and called over his shoulder, “She needs you to set her up to feed. Work your computer wizardry, will ya? Since she won't ride my dick, she’s gonna have to get off strangers on the internet.”

I chuckled under my breath and muttered, “Ouch. So it’s clear she’d choose a bear over a man in the woods, then.”

“I heard that!”

“I meant for you to, you walking wankstain.”

I spun on my heel and headed to my room before he could come back with some other insult. I had no desire to spend time in anyone else’s company, but a starving succubus would be bad news for all of us, so I needed to get that sorted immediately. I didn’t have access to most of my usual supplies, but I should be able to scrounge up the basics.

I really missed my fucking lake house. Not just for the stockpile of electronics but also the solitude. I’d chosen the remote location in northern Europe for a reason. After centuries of wandering among the suffering masses, I was done with them all. I was sick of phlegm, bodily fluids, fevers, and the like. So when the twentieth century came around, along with technology, I let Odette take the reins when it came to physical pestilence, leaving me to focus on greener, unexplored pastures. The types of viruses I could spread now didn’t just kill bodies; they destroyed spirits and brought down entire countries. The latest one I created shut down a hospital’s server for a twenty-four-hour period. It was beautiful. The panic, the chaos, the sheer terror. All with one little string of code.

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