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Not that I’d ever met one I couldn’t, if you know what I mean.

“No one said you have to starve, kitten. If you’re hungry, I’m right here. I don’t mind lending a helping hand.”

I reached behind me and tugged my shirt off in the way the ladies loved, then went for my belt.

“What the hell are you doing? I don’t even know you.”

“I’m gonna feed you, obviously. How do you want it? You on top? Me on top? A little light choking? I can work with pretty much anything.”

“None of the above, thanks.”

I blinked at her. “I don’t understand. You just said you need to feed.” I pointed to myself. “I’m a guaranteed five-course meal, darling. I dare you to find better.”

What the fuck was happening? Everyone wanted me. Always. No one rejected me. Ever.

“I’m . . . uh . . . sex is off the table, Sin. I don’t feed that way.”

“What do you mean? Of course you feed that way. That’s how we feed.”

“Not me. I’m celibate.”

I started laughing, great heaving guffaws that had tears streaming from my eyes. “Fuck, you really had me going there, kitten. That’s fucking hilarious.”

She wasn’t laughing with me. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

I sobered and blinked at her. “Sorry, I don’t think we’re speaking the same language. You’re a succubus. You can’t be celibate.”

Her eyes narrowed in challenge. “Yeah, I can. And I assure you, I am. Your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me. Now if you could please get dressed and get out of my room, I’d appreciate it. Tell Malice I need my stuff set up sooner rather than later. You don’t want me to lose control and accidentally drain you all.”

Stunned, I picked up my shirt and sort of staggered out of the room, barely paying attention as I shut the door behind me.

What the fuck just happened?

Celibate? That was a damn plot twist.

How the hell were we supposed to knock her up if her lady garden was locked up tighter than the pearly gates?

“Well, you look like day-old rubbish,” Malice said as he slipped out of the shadows and into the hallway. “Did she already take you for a ride?”

I shook my head. “Um, about that. We’ve got a problem.”

Chapter

Five

MALICE

“Celibate? Well, isn’t that interesting?” I murmured as Sin’s words finally registered in my overstimulated brain.

He narrowed his eyes. “Interesting? That’s the word you’re going with? Try in-fucking-convenient. Or even giant hurdle. Big problem works too if you want to keep it simple.”

“Plot twist?” I offered, amused at his mounting ire even as my temples throbbed from my lingering migraine.

I wasn’t one for social gatherings on a good day, but take me prisoner and drain my power, and I could barely handle a conversation with one being, let alone four. Add in the constant competing noises ofIniquity’sdance club and sex dungeon, plus Lilith’s yammering, and I was in a downward spiral akin to a whirlpool in the ocean.

“That’s what I said. Helluva plot twist. The succubus who won’t fuck. That’s like... an eating disorder. How are we supposed to do our duty now?” He stared off into space for a moment, then flicked his gaze back to me. “Turkey baster?”

I raised a brow. “And how do you propose to talk her into that? ‘Come over here, love, and spread your legs for me, willyou? I need to leave a deposit.’ Or were you planning on a more gynecological approach? Do we need to purchase one of those tables with the stirrups?”

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