Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Victor had gotten a hold of me at one point, because we'd moved from the elevator to my room in a blink, but I didn't see it. Then I heard Zee slam the door. I clung to Victor, relishing the feel of his mouth on my neck, and gazed over his shoulder at Zee stalking over.

Zee tore off his too-small shirt, pinging buttons like shrapnel. The look in his eyes was one of murder, or getting exactly what he wanted, and my hungry heart trilled.

He grabbed Victor from behind. Victor snarled over his shoulder, fangs bared, with me still half tucked into his arms. Then Zee plundered Victor's mouth, over his shoulder, in a devastating kiss.

When Zee tore free, it left Victor breathless. That was all I saw of Victor's reaction because Zee's mouth on mine rocked me deeper into Victor's arms. I reached up and hooked onto the back of Zee's neck, holding on, trying to heave him close, with Victor pressed between us.

Rational thinking vanished. Hands grabbed, teeth scraped, growls bubbled. It was savage and rough, and everything they'd needed. Me too, if I were honest. An outlet, a freedom, a release. They couldn't hurt me. None of us were fragile.

Victor clutched my face, and peered down into my soul with swirling mercury eyes. "You remember the safe word?" Mercy, his voice strummed all the deep strings of desire that ran down my spine. I nodded, and bit my lip to keep from moaning. Indigo . We'd never used it together. If this was going the way it appeared to be, we wouldn't need it now either.

His cheek brushed mine, and his words spilled into my ear. "We may be about to get unhinged."

"Unhinge me." I grinned. I was dialed in. Nothing could make me doubt this, them, or us. We were perfect, and I was hungry.

Zee—standing behind me—stroked down my waist, seeking my belt, while Victor's mouth teased my jaw and neck. His fangs were just a snick away from breaking the skin. The nervous thrill had me trembling.

Victor's hand came up and clutched at my head, fingers sinking into my messy hair. "I'm going to fuck Zodiac while you fuck me. Nod Adam, or say the safe word."

Mercy, and by all the stars above. "Yes."

His shining gaze skipped over my shoulder to Zee, and whatever he saw must have pleased him because he hastily turned his attention to removing my clothes, stripping off each layer with brutal efficiency. I stood, watching him pop my buttons, watching his face reveal his intent and his gaze track over my now-bare chest, and how his heavy gaze ate me up as though in all his years alive he'd never seen anything as delicious.

A ghostly purple hue filled the room. Zee had revealed his wings.

Victor hesitated, lost in gazing over my shoulder. I didn't need to look to know Zodiac was magnificent. His ethereal glow and muscular motion made all the shadows dance around us.

Victor's hands dropped away. He took a side step, and lifted his chin to admire Zodiac in his full demon glory. Turning my head, I saw him now. I'd been right, he was magnificent. With wings soaked in purple fire, their veins beating in time with his heart. Need quivered through him. Need for Victor.

A swell of relief, and a whole lot of other emotions, lodged in my throat. They were so different, but so perfect together.

Zee cupped Victor's face, his soft touch achingly slow after their desperate manhandling in the elevator. Purple reflected in Victor's eyes, turning them violet.

"On the bed, Zodiac," Victor ordered.

Zee's wings gave a little shiver, depositing a dusting of sparks. Stepping out of his pants, he turned and strode naked to the bed, then went down to his knees and rested his forearms on the mattress. Purple light fell like ink down the gorgeous musculature of his back, into the little dimples above his ass and then over those peachy cheeks.

I'd never get tired of seeing him naked.

Victor tore off his own clothes in savage, efficient jerks—a treat to watch. Now I got to see his entire naked body, from head to toe. I'd seen ancient statues carved just like him—chiseled from stone, marble perfection. He was that. Impossibly beautiful, his hair a waterfall of black that swished between his shoulder blades. I almost forgot I was supposed to be their third, then came very much alive again when Victor stroked a hand down Zee's back, between his wings, making Zee exhale hard.

What was it Victor had said? I was going to... fuck him?

Mercy, this was new.

I grabbed a bottle of oil from the bedside drawer and returned to them both. The truth of me, the beast within, shifted and adjusted, waking and filling me out. Becoming me , but still trapped, chained, restrained.

I wanted this, wanted to be a part of whatever made us special. But most of all, I really wanted to grab Victor and make him wholly and truly mine, while he did the same to Zee.

Maybe I was a top?

A possessive growl crept up my throat. The kind of sound predators made when anyone dared take what belonged to them.

Both Victor and Zee turned their heads. There was a new apex predator in the room.

Me.

I coughed, cleared my throat, and handed Victor the lube. "Sorry about that. I got a little... dragon in my throat."

"Do not apologize, Adam." Victor smiled, displaying sharp fangs. "Be who you are with us. We demand it."

I couldn't, not fully, or they'd never survive. But maybe a little?

Victor leaned over Zee, then swept his hands up Zee's splayed wings. In the wake of his touch, sparks fizzled.

"Holy fuck!" Zee shivered. "You had better ride me hard, Victor, or imma come back there and fuck you harder."

Victor's dirty chuckle was a thing of wicked beauty. He dropped forward and clamped a hand around Zee's neck. "You're going to stay on your knees, demon, and you're going to thank me for keeping you there."

Zee whimpered, a good sound, while his tail looped up Victor's bare leg.

Well then, that was my cue. I spread my hand on Victor's lower back, soaking in his warmth. Mercy, he was firm . I swept his long hair up in my free hand, holding it like reins, and with already slick fingers, I ventured lower .

"Once you're inside, Adam, you will stay very still," Victor ordered.

"Wait, what?"

"Do you want to say the safeword?"

"No, I... No." I just wasn't sure I had that much control, to hold back once I had him. I'd give it a go. If they could do this, then I definitely could. "I've got this. Got you. I mean... I really do have you. Right there. Under me." Victor's naked ass. All mine. Was I even doing this right? "Actually, I kinda... maybe, don't got this?"

"Stop the thinking and get to the fucking," Zee chuckled.

"Yeah, okay."

Victor twisted at the waist, grabbed my hand, and planted it on his firm backside. "I see how ready you are. Let yourself go, Adam. Be free with me, I'll do the rest."

I swallowed hard, nodded, and gave his ass a squeeze. That was all I'd ever wanted. Not the squeezing his ass part, but the being free with them part. To have them know and love all of me, for being me . Just me. Adam Vex. The last dragon.

Taking my dick in hand, I did as he'd said, and seated myself deep inside Victor Reynard.

"Now hold," Victor ordered.

"Hold what?"

"Hold still."

I bit my lip and squeaked out. "Okay." But I really, really wanted to shift my hips and take that tightness, turning it into delicious pleasure.

"Oh baby, you got that cockwarming down to a fucking art." I wasn't sure if Zee meant me or Victor, and was even less sure it mattered. We were one. And as Victor began to rock back and forth, working both Zee and me at the same time, I might have lost all sense of where I ended and they began .

"Zodiac..." Victor growled his name while pumping, giving Zee all he had to give, again and again.

"Fuck me, Victor." Came Zee's gritty reply. "Yeah, there it is, that's the sweet spot. Oh yeah, harder, deeper... C'mon, vampire, you got me right where you've wanted me all along. Ride my ass, you ravenous fang-fucking drama daddy."

Victor thrust, somehow keeping me inside him while delivering Zee a deeper pounding. "Do you ever stop talking?" Victor growled.

"Fuck me harder and let's find out."

Only Zee and Victor could bicker during sex.

I arched my spine, tilted my head back, and let Victor control the beat. His every withdrawal from Zee took me deeper into maddening tightness. Our breathing grew ragged. Zee's glow pulsed quicker. After a few hundred years of this, Victor clearly knew what he was doing.

I let my eyes flutter closed, relishing the sensation.

The pleasure was more than physical.

I spread my arms.

It was right.

It was glorious.

It was a demon, a vampire, and a guy who happened to also be a dragon, and it felt like ecstasy. More than that, it felt as though we were one .

"Fuck, Victor," Zee panted. "Adam . . . You're everywhere ."

Fluttering my eyes open, I caught sight of a new glow. Mine. I'd reached beyond my glamor, pushing its limits, and the essence of me filled the room. Zee's wings beat with waves in time with our see-saw motion. How we both blazed, chasing all the shadows away, except one—the vampire between us, hungrily absorbing our light. Vaguely, I recalled how he had an affinity for shadows. But this was more than sensing them. Victor devoured them .

Zee was right. Something was happening. Something good.

The surge of immense power beat inside, climbing higher. We weren't feeding off each other, we were creating more . It was... a lot. Maybe too much?

Patterns appeared on the walls. Swirls and markings unlooped then knotted again. The wards.

They were growing. Moving. Coming alive.

Mercy. Was that us?

Maybe we shouldn't be involved in mind-bending, three-way sex, with Zee high on a bath bead and me... being me. We still had the safe word. But as Zee had said a hundred times, safe was boring.

The crescendo built. Pleasure burned, setting my soul ablaze, scorching my veins and tearing at my glamor from the inside out.

Zee thrust out a hand and clutched at the bed sheet. His wings splayed, fanning wide, and Victor rode us both, back and forth, his head thrown back, fangs leaking venom, eyes closed, soaking up the shadows we made. Then there was me. If they'd looked, if they'd seen, they'd have witnessed the dragon in my eyes—seen the power writhe under my skin, seen the myth come alive. But it was enough for them to feel it, and for me to be free, just for a little bit.

A cry burst from Zee, his wings stuttered. Victor gasped, lost, and then I was falling with them, briefly blinded by pleasure and the sudden energy wave pouring out of us. It splashed through the hotel walls, out the window, and haloed into the night.

I blinked, and the glittery blast was gone. Had it even been real?

Skin tingling, I clung to Victor's trembling back.

"Did the earth just fucking move?" Zee asked.

"Are you well?" Victor asked us both .

I nodded, and croaked out a, "Yes."

"Am I well? Baby, I'm broken in the best fucking way." Zee slumped to the floor, half turned on his side, and blinked sleepy eyes. "Adam?"

Still coming down, and weirdly lightheaded, I eased from Victor. "I just need a second..." I went to my knees. Victor scooped me up and sat me on the edge of the bed.

"Adam?" He knelt, peering up.

"I'm fine, I just..." I touched my face, feeling... briefly detached. "I think something happened."

Zee propped an arm on the bed beside my leg and blinked up at me. "Something other than bone-melting fucking?"

"Adam is correct," Victor said, his face serious. "I felt it too. Something more ."

Zee slumped against my leg. "Yeah... Like we unleashed raw, fuck-up-the-world power." He sighed. "Those bath beads are bad news."

"And the wards..." Victor whispered, eying the walls.

"The wards?" Zee asked.

"You didn't see?" I asked him.

"Kitten, when I'm getting ass-fucked by a vampire, the last fucking thing I'm doing is admiring wards."

"Maybe it was nothing?" I hoped aloud.

"Victor wasn't nothing," Zee said appreciatively. "I told you he fucked like a jackhammer."

"I suspect Adam is referring to the wards being nothing. Not my exceptional coital skills. But thank you."

"Yeah, okay, lap it up while I'm sex-drunk, Daddy Spice, because when this post-sex glow wears off, imma go right back to wishing you dead."

"Naturally." Victor smirked.

Zee crawled onto the end of the bed, then beckoned me to join him. I lay back and snuggled close, wrapped in hot demon limbs. Victor tucked himself against my back, and stroked his fingers through my hair.

"Nothing bad ever came from hot sex, right?" Zee mumbled, blinking up at the ceiling.

I burrowed deeper between them, tangling us together, and let sleep carry me away. Nothing bad had probably ever come from sex. Although, it wasn't every day a demon as powerful as Zee had sex with the world's last dragon and a thousand-year-old vampire with odd skills, generating a power surge that lit up the whole Bay Area with purple fireworks.

Maybe nobody had noticed?