Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Victor’s suite had the largest shower, so we hurried there and began to strip off our bloody clothes.

Zee whipped off his pants in a few seconds, and strutted about the room unashamedly naked until he flopped back onto Victor’s bed. “Now he’s not a billionaire, we should make His Lordship have a tiny room. Then we can rent out this freakin’ mansion.”

The hissing sounds of the shower started up, where Victor was.

I struggled with my socks, which Daisy’s blood had somehow glued to my feet, but also had most of my thoughts on the fact there was a portal through the veil in our closet, and what we were going to do about it. This wasn’t some inconvenient door to Reynard Technologies. A portal home was a big deal. A huge deal. The biggest of deals since the veil had shut itself entirely four years ago.

“Hey, Kitten, you okay?”

“Huh. Yeah. I just...” I sat on the chair by the dresser, huffed, and stared at the frog ornament Zee had gifted Victor a couple of weeks ago.

I’d thought me being a world-ending dragon might change things, but a doorway home could too. Change wasn’t all bad, though—look at how Victor and Zee had changed. I’d changed too. I wasn’t always afraid anymore, like I’d been for most of my life. In fact, lately I’d been... happy. So change was good too.

Could the portal home be a good thing?

Not if Gideon found out about it. He’d control it—control us .

There was so much to think about, and all the people in the hotel thought I was their savior?

Zee sauntered over, knowing he was a whole lot of demon to drink in. His wings shimmered behind him. They’d been hidden this whole time, so they weren’t as bloody as his torso, arms, and face. He knelt, spread my knees, and leaned in, bracing an arm either side of my legs. His lashes fluttered around glittery purple eyes.

His hand came up, and his fingers skimmed my jawline so softly that his touch might not have been there at all. Warmth and kindness and love filled his eyes. “Is that sock giving you trouble?”

I beamed. “You’re so romantic.”

He plucked off the sock and flung it over his head, between his wings. “What about this other guy? He givin’ you trouble too?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Pfft.” Zee tugged that one off too, and flung it behind him. “Socks are the worst.” He grabbed my bare feet and waggled them. “You should wear suspenders and stockings . Although your legs are too stumpy to really show them off, but it’s nothing a pair of heels won’t fix.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh. He always knew how to lighten the mood. “Hey, Zee?”

“Yes, my sweet, bouncy-haired bundle of human squishiness.”

“Wanna lick my feet?” I waggled my toes.

“I wanna lick all of you, but you’re human and I’m the best fuckin’ incubus, brimming with lots of incubusness and a shit-ton of pent-up sexual tension, so I’m gonna say yes, but no more, just the feet. Restrain yourself, this is gonna get spicy.”

I grinned from ear to ear and waggled my toes in his grip. “Alright. Go for it.”

Victor’s “ahem” sounded from the bathroom doorway. We both looked over to find him as naked and gorgeous as a Greek statue. “As much as some light-hearted relief is required, perhaps it can wait until we have washed off the blood and satisfied the hotel staff and guests that the vampire queen’s disappearance is nothing to do with us.”

Zee slumped on his heels and rolled his eyes. “You are such a mood killer.”

“Victor’s right.”

“Of course you’d agree.”

“As do you,” Victor said, sounding and looking stern.

Zee rose gracefully to his full height. While he’d been on his knees, the part of his anatomy the tattoo arrow pointed to had taken an interest in some up close and personal time.

None of us missed how Victor’s gaze roamed over the naked demon approaching him.

“You think you can stand there like a fuckin’ Adonis and order me about, Daddy Vampire? Then you are one hundred percent abso-fuckin’-lutely correct. Just so long as we’re all gettin’ in this shower together.”

Victor’s throat moved in a slow swallow. “The risk to Adam in his current vulnerable state is too great.”

“We’re both grown-ups.” Zee walked his fingers up Victor’s left pec. “We can fuckin’ control ourselves. And if not, you can control us... Right?”

“Two of us are grown-ups.” Victor almost smiled as he said it.

It was like watching one of those wildlife shows, where one of the spiders is going to eat the other right after sex, but in this scenario, nobody knew who would survive. Of course, they both would. But the game was on, and I was here for it.

Zee flung a provocative look over his shoulder. “Adam, get your cute ass in the shower. Victor is going to teach us all about control. Aren’t you, Daddy?” Zee poked a sharp claw at Victor’s chest, over his heart, and sauntered through the doorway, out of my line of sight.

I wasn’t going to say no, even if this was probably terrible timing. We hadn’t been intimate in days, not since Gideon Cain had stolen my power. They were both predators who, each in their own way, devoured humans. And I was their prey.

Which was . . . kinda hot?

I scooted after Zee, flinging off the rest of my clothes under Victor’s watchful, hungry gaze. That gaze hunted me down as I hopped into the shower with Zee, who was now without his wings. The water from the high-up jets hit his horns first, then cascaded down the rest of him, quickly washing the blood off in red streams.

“Come here.” Zee had lathered the soap, and began to stroke down my shoulders, avoiding the bandage that would have to come off now anyway, and down my arms. He saw me watching as his hands tracked lower, and tipped my chin up, leaving soapy suds behind. “I got you.”

Water quickly washed my skin clean, spiralling the evidence of our regicide down the drain.

That wasn’t supposed to be hot, right? Washing blood off each other?

But it kinda was.

I looked up, blinking into water droplets, and found Zee’s eyes aglow. Maybe I was still enough of a Lost One to resist his allure, although I wasn’t sure I cared to. I knew I was safe with him. He’d never hurt me, and neither would Victor.

Zee placed his hands on my shoulders, then stroked down my chest as he lowered himself to his knees. Parts of me were excited to see him on his knees, so it didn’t take long for his hands and gaze to find my dick.

From behind, Victor’s firm, soap-lathered hands took ownership of my hips. His suckling mouth teased over my neck. No teeth, no biting. It must have hurt him to keep from doing what came naturally, but it felt damn good to surrender to them both. Water and soap suds, massaging strokes, and the weight of Victor at my back, all combined into a heady thrall. I closed my eyes, letting them have all of me.

I’d always been unbreakable, but now they treated me like a precious idol—something to be worshipped. Maybe being human wasn’t so bad after all?

Zee’s hands and mouth worked in glorious harmony, taking me far away.

“The desire to take you is almost unbearable.” Victor’s luscious voice poured into my ear. “This need may break me... in a good way.”

I managed to moan out some appreciative noises, especially now I’d found Zee’s horns to hold on to while his head bobbed and his tight mouth sucked me off. I’d never surrendered to anyone. Ever. I’d fought, and run, and survived—but never surrendered. Here, now, I could. They had me, they’d keep me safe, and I trusted them with my heart.

A heart that would save us all. And I was beginning to believe it.

“Wait . . . indigo . . .” I gasped.

Zee pulled off, and Victor eased back. Between them, I wavered—skin buzzing, body ablaze.

“Adam?” Victor asked, while Zee’s face from his position on his knees, blinking up into the streams of water, asked the same thing. Was I alright?

“It’s alright. I just... I want to savor it. Savor us in this moment.”

We were perfect. Change was coming, we would be tested, and I needed this memory to remind me I wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

“Alright.” I ran my hand through my wet hair, sweeping it back from my face, and smiled down at Zee. “I’m good—we’re good. I just needed a second, but I’ve got it.” I reached down and traced the line of Zee’s jaw. “You guys okay?”

“Baby, I’m a pro, and Daddy Spice is old. We’re more than okay.”

Mercy.

Victor nipped at my ear. “You are in safe hands.”

“Oh, I know it.” My eyes fluttered closed again as pleasure built, heating my veins.

We really needed to be downstairs, as though we were sweet, innocent non-murderers, but sweet innocence was the last thing on our minds.

“Zodiac,” Victor warned.

“I know, I got it.”

I could feel them. Not just the physical touch, but their power trying to dive in and feast, adding to my breathless excitement. They were capable of turning me inside out with lust, but wouldn’t. Sex with them was like riding a roller coaster—one teetering on the edge of flying off and killing all its passengers. Maybe that wasn’t the best analogy? But it sure felt good.

We’d come so far, and I wasn’t far off coming again right then. “I never want us to end,” I whispered, gasping with every one of Zee’s hand pumps.

“Then we never will.” And with that, Victor spread me wide and eased in.

I braced a hand against the cool tiles and breathed hard, giving my body time to adjust.

“Fuck,” Zee panted, briefly resting. “You’re both blinding. I could feast for weeks. But won’t. Not until we get all of you back.”

“You may not be able to handle all of me,” I panted, peering down at him while Victor thrust and thrust.

Zee grinned. “Uh, excuse moi. Challenge accepted.” Then he dove back onto my dick, and worked me over until I was ready to blow. I didn’t stand a chance, not with both of them, and came suddenly, not even trying to hold back. Zee stood, and grabbed Victor’s head, dragging him over my shoulder for a messy kiss. Victor clutched onto me and Zee, and with his eyes fierce and body trembling, he came too. We clung to each other in the shower, all the bloody evidence washed away, and we each knew that just so long as we were together, nothing could tear us apart.

Not even the end of the world.