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She snorted. “Your jealousy is mostunwelcome.”
“I’m not jealous of Creek.”
“You are,” I said before she could. “And that’s fine, but missing the point. Anyone else, Guinevere? Or anything else you can think of?”
She considered that for a moment, then shook her head. “I’m sorry, no. I just… I don’t really have many issues other than the, uh, control one.”
My lips twitched at her pretty blush. “You controlled yourself just fine with me.” A lie. Had I been a lower-level demon, she would have killed me with her hunger. But I’d pushed her to her limits on purpose, wanting to douse her in my essence. And she’d beautifully obliged me.
Which had me wanting to do it again.
She was much too lucid now and I rather liked her blissed out state.
I leaned forward and took hold of her waist, guiding her back down to the space between me and Zane. Leaning over her, I kissed her jaw and then her cheek before hovering over her mouth. “I think I’m done talking for now.”
“Oh?” she breathed.
“Yes,” I said as Zane drew his palm up and down her arm. It was a show of agreement. At least, I chose to take it as that.
We’d never actually shared a woman in this manner. Or a man. We also chose to play alone. But Guinevere added a dynamic to our puzzle that I hadn’t realized we were missing, and now that we had her between us, I wasn’t sure I wanted to let her go.
I ignored that impulse, and instead chose to live in the moment.
This couldn’t last forever.
We all knew that.
So we might as well indulge while we could.
I told her all that with a kiss, then drew back to say, “Your lips taste like Zane. Do other parts of you taste like him, too?”
She gazed up at me with impossibly blue irises, her arousal bright and heady and stunning. “Probably.”
“Good,” I murmured. “I want to lick his essence off you. And hear you scream my name.”
With a final kiss, I started my path downward.
And grinned as Zane took over her mouth with his own.
Yes, she fits,I mused, settling between her thighs.She fits perfectly.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Zane
Lord Zebulon woke me shortly after dawn, his mouth whispering across mine. “Try not to piss her off today,” he said softly, nipping my lower lip.
“No promises,” I replied.
He bit down a little more, drawing blood, then laved the wound before sauntering over to his ensuite bathroom for a shower. I fell back asleep to the sound of water falling, then woke as his lips brushed my cheek. He’d changed into one of his all-black tailored suits, his beard freshly trimmed to sexy perfection.
“You’re making me hard,” I complained, my cock digging into Guinevere’s firm ass. She didn’t stir, her body not used to spending a night in Zebulon’s bed.
He chuckled against my ear. “Be nice to her and maybe she’ll suck you off.”
“An incubus can dream,” I murmured, yawning.
He leaned over me to kiss her temple, then he kissed my cheek once more, and left.
