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Somehow, the powerful physical impact of his sex magic intensifies. Under my trousers, my knot swells to an aching bulge.
“Word on the street is you been lookin’ for this, baby queen, amiright?” he drawls, swinging the pouch. “Goddamn shark shifter bit a big hunk outta my ass, I just about lost a tentacle, but worth it. To bring you this beauty.”
Zara sucks in an audible breath and steps swiftly to my side. Her gorgeous Hollywood face is alight with anticipation, eyes glowing ultraviolet like the powerful witch she is.
Since claiming the Dark Fae crown when she mated Zephyr, Zara is now clairvoyant (another of her potent recessive genes switched on). Which is how we knew where to search for the artifact in the first place.
Clearly, she senses what’s in the pouch.
Even before the demon carelessly tugs open the drawstring, tilts the heavy gleaming crescent into his waiting palm, and lifts the object for our inspection with a cocky grin.
Neo blurts out a startled sound and cranes to peer around Mordred’s obstructive body, face flushed with excitement and eyes shining. “Oh my gosh. Is that…?”
His question trails off with a hopeful hitch. The sweet lad is afraid even to voice what we all scarcely dare to hope.
“Oh, good boy,” Vasili breathes on a slow hiss into the spellbound silence. “Good demon. I knew you’d make a decent ally if you tried.”
“Truth,” the demon says with a wink.
Together, my mates and I stare in shocked fascination at the Horn of Ceres.
Chapter Five
Zara
“Oh, bloody fuckinghell.”
That astonished voice is Ronin’s.
Pretty much voicing my own thoughts.
He’s standing at the head of the stairs, barely wearing a pair of Max’s ripped jeans dragged hastily over his narrow hips. The zipper’s still gaping to expose the sinewy vee of his Adonis belt. His naked torso is dripping, black hair streaming water over his tawny skin and dragon tattoo belching inky flames across his chest.
His eyes are riveted on the gleaming golden horn resting oh so casually in that sex demon’s cocky hand.
“Blimey.” Ronin shoulders into the salon, zipping his jeans as he advances. “I could feel that blooming thing calling all the way from the loo.”
Mordred cocks his head to get a good look at Ronin. No surprise. That mate of mine is practically a sex demon himself. The kraken’s sly purple eyes acquire an appreciative gleam.
“Ronin, right?” Mordred gives him a slow once-over. “Whassup? Heard all about you from my cuz. You’re the guy who popped Cousin Z’s cherry. No lie, I kinda hate you for that.” One eyelid drops in a playful wink. “But can’t say I blame you.”
Wow.
Way to make friends with Ronin right off the bat.
Ronin and Zephyr literallyjustgot back together after years of misunderstanding and wrenching heartbreak.
And those two getting back together is areallytouchy subject for Vasili.
“What the fuck’s that to you, mate?” Ronin stalks toward the demon with a scowl and ranges himself squarely at Vasili’s side, with Neo. I can tell when Ronin gets a whiff of the sex magic clogging the air, because his golden eyes get all smoldery. Discreetly, he adjusts himself behind his zipper.
“My dears, I beg that we not get distracted,” Lucius murmurs. Even though my headmaster’s looking kinda distracted himself with his thick dick bulging like a cola can behind his own zipper.
I swallow and try hard not to fixate on the slick heat building under my yoga pants.
Right now, it’s really important thatInot get distracted.
“Guess that’s the thingamajig, huh?” Ash says grimly beside me. He’s watching my face instead of the Horn. Plus his own face hardened the second Ronin showed up. Square jaw knotting, furrow digging between his brows, Ash’s eyes flash liquid metal with caution—because he and Ronin also have major baggage they’re working through.
