Page 128 of Paramour of Sin
“No, you’re not,” Zebulon agreed. “But you’re honest.”
Zane conceded that point with a nod.
I frowned. “I’m not an innocent either,” I said, not liking the way Zane’s statement inferred I was innocent while he wasn’t.
Zebulon smiled. “No, you’re not innocent either,” he agreed. “But you have a genuineness to you that Zane lacks. He considers it an innocence, because it’s endearing and alluring.”
Zane nodded again, saying, “True.”
I considered that definition for a moment. “I don’t like hurting those who are weaker than me. It’s why… why I always hated my inability tocontrolmy feedings.”
“We know,” Zane said softly. “And that’s why we tried to help you.”
“I think perhaps it’s also part of the reason I refused to touch you all these years,” Zebulon mused. “I worried I might somehow corrupt your love for humanity. It’s part of your heart and soul, and I didn’t want to risk altering that. But I realize now, that is just who you are, Guinevere. You’ll always care about others. No amount of my darkness can ever change that.”
“That’s not to say we don’t care about humanity,” Zane added. “We just… don’t have the same respect for it as you do.”
“We admire it about you, Guinevere,” Zebulon whispered, drawing me in for a kiss.
My heart warmed at their declarations.
And the way they held me now.
Our unit complete. Happy. Thriving.
When Lord Zebulon pulled away, Zane tilted my head back to receive his kiss, his mouth taking mine with decadent heat. I relished the way our demonic powers rose between us, filling the air like an intoxicating perfume.
Who knew what the future would bring, how our powers would shift, or even how we ourselves would change. Eternity was a long time in the grand scheme of things. But we would continue to evolve together. As a unit. Forever as one.
“I’m where I want to be,” I realized out loud, my tone a little breathless.
“Good,” Lord Zebulon said softly, “because I don’t think you’re ever leaving my bed again.”
Zane shifted his leg over mine, locking my thigh between his and Zebulon’s. “I suppose that means external feeding isn’t allowed then,” he mused. I knew he was goading our lord because we’d already had this conversation, so I just smiled and watched them play.
Amusement vibrated through me from Lord Zebulon’s chest. “You don’t need more energy, little prince.”
Zane arched a brow and playfully said, “I believe I require a thorough demonstration in order to properly determine the veracity of that statement.”
“You’re insatiable,” Lord Zebulon murmured, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
Zane reached beyond me to trail his finger down Lord Zebulon’s satin skin. “You wouldn’t have me any other way, my lord.”
“Neither would I,” I added.
Zane went up on his elbow behind me so he could meet my gaze, his grin wide and beautiful. “You really are an exemplary student, my queen.”
“My queen?” I repeated on a laugh.
Zane moved downward, pressing tiny kisses along my collarbone. “Mmm, yes,my queenbecause I intend to worship you next.” He crested over the mound of my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple with agonizing slowness. His tongue darted out, wetting my skin as he licked a path downward. “I shall ensure you feel incredibly royal upon my tongue.”
I swallowed thickly as he reached my lower belly. “I accept your form of worship.”
His fingers dug into my thighs as he rolled me onto my back and parted my legs. I ached for him to go further, to bury his face in my core and ease the sudden, aching throb. But he kept kissing and licking and teasing until I was dripping with need.
Lord Zebulon kissed me, swallowing my little mewls of need. “Queen,” he said, palming my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers until I arched into his grasp. “I approve.”
Zane slid further, his lips gliding over my inner thigh. A single finger trailed through my slick folds, sending desire pulsing through me.
