Chapter 4

We scarcely madeit inside my suite door before slamming into each other.

Zee kicked the door closed and had me pinned against the wall, his hands riding up under my shirt, while I shoved mine down his back to cup his ass and grind close.

Neither of us was drunk, or close to death. He could have danced and fed off the crowd's lust. But I wanted this. Wanted to be the one to feed him. Which was kinda weird, but I was too lost in the heat of the moment to care what any of it meant.

For now, I planned to kiss him breathless and make his wings burn with desire. Maybe I was a little angry too. Angry at Sebastien, angry at myself, angry at Zee for thinking me weak, even though I made it so everyone saw me that way. Angry at the world for what it had done to both of us.

"Fuck, you're bright tonight." Zee breathed up my neck, into my hair, where he scrunched his fist, holding me trapped between him and the wall.

His whole body was a firm pillar of demon masculinity, pressed all over me, setting me ablaze where we touched, even through our clothes.

I grabbed him by his neck chain, yanked, and slammed my mouth over his, driving my tongue in. He growled, and battled me back, kissing as though he could scoop out my lust and swallow all of me. Raging hard and burning up with need, my thoughts rewired into a desperate knot, fending off any doubts and uncertainties. This was right, and it was happening. Now. Screw the consequences.

Zee tore from the kiss with a gasp, arched his back, and flared his wings behind him, absorbing my lust. His eyes rolled, lashes fluttering, and when he looked down again, his dark pupils were blown and scattered with glitter. He'd said before that my lust was enough, that we didn't have to actually have sex, but if he didn't get his hands on my skin soon, I was going to combust from need.

His eyebrows pinched. He wrapped a hand loosely around my neck and held me in his grasp. "You're angry?"

He could taste it.

"No. Not with you," I panted, and grasped his face in both hands. "I need this. Need you. Need to feel you inside."

His gaze skipped over my face, trying to read too much, trying to read between the lines I'd drawn that kept everyone on the other side.

I broke our embrace, pushing him back to arm's length, then whipped my shirt off over my head. Zee surged, scooped me off my feet, and wrapped me in a whole-body kiss that had me hooking my legs around his waist. His wings flapped, upsetting something fragile on a nearby shelf that clattered to the floor.

He broke our kiss, and glanced toward it. "Fuck, big wings, sorry."

I cupped his face, pulling his gaze back to my face. "I need you in me, now."

A broad, sudden grin lit up his face. He dropped me to my feet, spun me in his arms, expertly unzipped my fly, yanked my pants down, and as I stepped out, he kicked them away. It happened fast, and rough, and hard. And I liked it. With my hands splayed on the wall as though I was waiting to be strip searched, Zee's warm fingers scrunched my ass, squeezing and widening.

Then the stroke of something firm, warm, and wet lapped at my hole.

I choked on a yelp. "Eep!"

"You good?" Zee purred.

"Yeah, I just... wasn't expecting, uh, your tongue there."

"Kitten, imma lick you out like an ice-cream cone." His tongue looped and flicked while his hands kept me spread, and his tail wrapped around my bare thigh, then snaked up, nudged over my balls, and grasped my hard dick.

Oh mercy. There was something to be said for looking down to see a demon tail wrapped around your cock, jerking you off. But as I'd lost all ability to think, or talk, all I could do was watch his tail pump fast, then slow, in the most excruciatingly pleasurable way. Harder, then softer. Squeezing, then easing. I bit my lip and dropped my head back, taking my eyes off the show to try and slow the approaching tingling.

Zee's tail vanished. Its absence peeled a little needful moan from between my lips.

"Mew like that and I'm done for." Zee growled, then his hands pulled my ass wide, his fingers delivered a lick of lube, and his warm, probing dick gradually eased in, slowly widening me. I dug blunt nails into the wall, taking him inside. His tail was back, stroking my dick, helping to ease the pressure. Then he was in, seated balls deep. But he didn't pump. He just stayed there, stretching me wide and filling me to the brim.

"Not many can take all my magnificence," he purred in my ear.

"You're so humble," I panted.

"I fucking know, right. Modest, handsome, smart. A fucking catch. You're so lucky to have me."

His hot chest skimmed my back and shoulder blades, pressing in close, while his dick remained seated inside me. And then his hand came around, and took over from his tail in jerking me off. I needed him to move, needed to feel his dick pumping, and whined for it.

"Fuck, I need it as much as you. But this... My cock inside... Feels good, doesn't it? Knowing what's coming?"

It did. Too good. "Please, Zee?"

"You'll get it."

I nudged my greedy ass back, then rocked my hips in a seesaw motion, trying to make him ride my ass, but Zee chuckled and used his left hand to clamp himself tight to me. "Your lust is the finest, sweetest I've ever gorged on. Imma savor it."

His hand pumped. My balls tightened. I was going to come too soon. "Zee, please."

He dropped my dick, clutched my hips in his hands, pulled out, then thrust in so deep he jerked me off my feet. Then he pumped his cock into me, hard and deep. His thighs relentlessly slapped mine. I bounced, heels coming off the ground, pleasure zipping up my spine.

I'd been walking the edge, trying to keep from falling over and coming too soon. Now, I was back there, teeth clenched, dick bouncing as he pounded. It was exquisite, and rough, and brutal, and everything I'd needed. Zee's pace quickened. His panting became short, sharp grunts.

I knew, if I looked behind, I'd see him in all his incubus glory, and as soon as I witnessed that, I'd come undone. But he was always worth admiring, especially now, when we were fixed together as though one.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw how his left wing was ablaze with purple dancing light. His muscular shoulder and bare arm glistened, muscles tensed. A fierceness showed on his face. But a smile too—a crooked, smug, naughty smile that made everything alright.

It was too much.

I dropped my head between my braced arms, squeezed my eyes closed, and bit into my bottom lip to keep from yelling as wave after wave of exquisite pressure released.

Zee's angle shifted inside, his pace raced, then stuttered, and his little groans became desperate growls as his orgasm crashed over him, chasing mine.

We spluttered and trembled, spilling together.

It was a good thing he had hold of me or I'd have been a wreck on the floor. He drew me upright and hugged me back against his chest. Hot arms wrapped around me, and his kisses scattered up the back of my neck, tickling into my hair.

"You have no idea how much I needed that—need you, Adam Vex," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Was this bond we had just about sex? Or was there more to his words, to all of this? To us? I swallowed, still flying high and coming down at the same time. If I thought too hard about it all, everything became a muddle. So I didn't think, and just absorbed the moment—soaked him into my heart and soul.

"I have to go..." he said, still clinging on, still inside me.

My heart stuttered and shrank, wincing from the blow. "I know."

"I don't want to." He kissed my neck, my shoulder. "But it's not just about me."

I knew that too. "It's alright." I caught his hands, unwrapped myself from his embrace, and kissed the back of his right hand, then sprinkled kisses all the way up his forearm, into that soft inner-elbow part.

He snickered, and tried to pluck his arm free, pulling all of himself free. I slumped against the wall, body heavy and head lust-drunk—deliciously used. "Did you just giggle?" I snorted.

"Moi? Giggle? Fuck. Off." He growled, dropping his voice an octave. "Zodiac does not fucking giggle." He turned and sauntered toward my bathroom, probably to deal with the condom. I watched how his hips swayed and his tail sashayed, how little purple sparks fell like glitter from his wings, and how all his glorious body moved in liquid motion. Mercy, he was breathtaking.

"Tell anyone I giggle, I will murder you to death," he called.

Chuckling, I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My heart still thudded hard from exertion. I laid a loose fist over it, listening to it race. What if I told Zee everything? Could I risk it? If I did, it would change things. Change how he looked at me. Change us.

No, I couldn't.

This happened every time I got close to anyone. And every time, I had to walk away, leaving my past in rubble and my heart shattered.

Hey Zee, by the way, you know the prophesied one...

Hey Zee, you know why the D's are missing in every Wilson's Guide in the hotel...

Hey, Zee, in order to save the world, I have to die.

Yeah. No.

We weren't in a fairytale, or one of those Reyzee fanfics. I already knew this story didn't have a happy ending. The only control I had was not featuring in it at all.

"I'll be back in the morning," Zee said, emerging from the bathroom while buttoning up his pants. He braced over me, making the bed dip, and planted the cutest kiss on my forehead. Then he ruffled my hair, and smiled as though I was the most adorable human he'd ever met. "You're gorgeous. Don't ever change, Adam Vex."

Somehow, I mustered a smile at his words, even as my insides twisted into an emotional knot.

He poofed away in a blast of sparks.

I sighed, and listened to my heart slow.

Don't ever change.

What if I already had?