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But I refused to read into their meaning and over think.
Instead, I accepted with a nod.
Then I let them lull me into the next round, and a third, and by the end, I was so high on life, I couldn’t even remember what he’d said. I was too blissed out to care, my succubus soul finally satisfied for the first time in my existence.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Sore and exhausted.
And so exquisitely… complete.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zebulon
Guinevere lay curled against my side, her fingertips tracing patterns on my skin as she hummed under her breath. I recognized the melody as an old sea shanty, though I couldn’t remember the words. Something ancient that I never would have expected from the modern-day succubus. But hearing the sweet, innocent notes from Guinevere’s lips lulled me into a calm, peaceful satisfaction.
She paused in her singing, her silence drawing me from my gratified cocoon.
“I’m full,” she marveled, her tone holding a dreamy quality to it.
My brow drew downward. “Full?” I repeated.
She blinked, her blue eyes flicking up to mine beneath a heavy layer of thick dark lashes. “Yes. I… I’m usually still hungry after sex. But I feelfull. Like I could have sex again right now and not be able to feed.”
“Hmm.” Yes, Zane had mentioned that shortly after our first time in bed together. He claimed I’d kept him satisfied for weeks. Which was when I’d offered to do it again. And the rest was history. I met his knowing gaze over her shoulder and found him grinning in amusement.
“I feel alive, too,” Guinevere continued. “Powerful. Sore. Exquisite.”
“High?” Zane added as a suggestion.
“Yes,” she agreed, her eyes fluttering closed on a happy sigh.
I chuckled, amused by her intoxicated state. “Oh, darling. We’ve only just started,” I murmured, my lips skimming her neck as I ventured up to her ear. “Catch your breath. There’s more.”
She shivered, her thigh shifting between mine. “Yes,” she repeated, whether in agreement to accepting more or there being more, I wasn’t sure.
Her soft hair teased over my skin and she hugged my torso, tucked beneath my arm like she belonged there.
Zane spooned against her backside, their bodies curled together as he held her from behind. He had a glow of total satisfaction on his face, too. But I suspected that had more to do with him reacting to our current situation—of having Guinevere between us. He was used to my sexual prowess, and while I’d definitely doused them both in a hell of a lot of power, our succubus had imbibed most of it.
She’d been almost insatiable, feasting on my vitality like she’d been starved her whole life. Some sex demons just required more, and it seemed Guinevere was one of them.
She sighed again, utterly content.
I grinned and allowed her to revel in the aftermath of our intensity. She slowly dozed in and out of consciousness, her hums coming and going, as she gave into the vestiges of sleep calling her name.
The moment she caught her second wind, I had every intention of doing this all over again. But for now, I let her rest and held her while she did. It was a strange and oddly warm feeling of domestic bliss. Not something I was used to, but something I didn’t exactly hate. No, I rather… liked it?
“Why did you disappear?” Zane asked lazily, his voice deep with sex.
Guinevere didn’t stir, her eyes closed as she rested between us.
“Valentino showed up at Kalida’s estate in Miami,” I told him as I brushed Guinevere’s long hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“The Demonic Lord of South America,” Zane mused. “What the hell did he want?”
“Apparently, my territory isn’t the only one experiencing strange power shifts.” I gave him a brief rundown of my meeting with Valentino, including what the Dargarian demon revealed about his flaming massacre at the club. And I mentioned the fact that the demon didn’t remember any of this, and that he’d been controlled by an auraless being.
