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“Will you promise at the first sign of trouble, you and Zee will get out of there? Don’t fight him.” They’d be formidable—vampire and demon—an impossible duo. But they were also both stubborn and might go too far. I couldn’t lose them, not even to maybe save the world. I squeezed Victor's hand. “Give me your word you’ll come back.”

“You have it. My word, my heart, and my battered soul, for all it is worth.”

I felt adored, wanted, and desired like my body was the only pleasure they had ever known. I lost count of how many times my body crackled with bone melting orgasms, how many times I heard one of them whisper pet names while I felt my heart thundering in my chest. My sobs of pleasure were lost in the roar of the storm overhead, the crash of heavy rain drowning the rhythm of bodies enjoying each other.

“Neither one of you ever pitched a three-way. I probably would have gone for it if you’d gotten me drunk enough.”

“You’re really frustrating. I don’t know how you manage to make me want to punch you and kiss you at the same time.”

“That’s what I aim for: erotically aggravating.” I grinned. “Now, I think you two mentioned a bet involving me getting fucked until I begged you to stop. Who’s up first?”

What do you get when a necromancer, an incubus, and a vampire hop into bed together? Kinkiest threesome EVER! 🥵

Sias hummed thoughtfully, “Now, I like playing with my food a bit. How about you, Zane?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A friendly wager.” Sias lifted his eyes from me to Zane, his thumb still tracing my lip. “Who can make our sweet Dallas come the most in one night.”

“Holy shit…”

“Calm yourself, Simon. I can see that rage growing. If Liam thinks being gay makes you weak, he’s never met me, and clearly didn’t pay attention when your uncle and the whole lot of you were taking Rush’s father apart last year. We’re stronger than the ones who want to whip us into their way of life. I think all Liam has done here is unleash Fred, made him finally force his son to slam the door in his face.”

Donny got up and before leaving the room, he placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know it’s not easy to live this life, Rush, but it’s near impossible not to love this family and not be willing to die for them.”

I thought about what Donny said long after he’d left. It was exactly that. I’d jump on a grenade for Simon—hell, any of them at this point—yet I hated this world. It was tricky, and it was my life.

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“Give me permission. Now.”

“Say please.”

“Dallas, I swear to the Goddess—” he snarled, and I waggled my finger.

“Ah-ah. Say, ‘Pretty please.’”

“Pretty.” He spat out the words like they burned him. “Fucking. Please.”

“This is the best day of my life.”

"Dallas.”

I grinned, having no clue the hell I was about to unleash. “Alright, goth boy. You have my permission. Don’t let me down.”

“I’m going to rip this fucking shirt off you if you don’t cooperate,” Zane hissed. “I need these clothes off of you, hunter.”

The fabric was torn in half because of my failure to follow orders but, in my defense, Zane had pink nipples and I wanted to touch them. I’m pretty sure a jury of my peers wouldn’t convict me of secondhand shirt murder over these circumstances.

I blink away water and focus on his cock, which is only half-hard. “Hello.” I stroke a finger along the length, and it perks up. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Charlie…” Lee sounds exasperated, but when I look up, he’s smiling.

“Shh. This is between me and your dick. We need some alone time.”

“Can you get on with it before the water goes cold?”

“I think I have feelings for Lee.”

Ian raises a brow. “You think?”

I sigh. “I’m butthole over nose in love with him.”

“Butthole ov— Dude, what the fuck?”

“It’s an expression,” I defend. “Stop picking on what I’m saying and help me!”

I *may* eventually finish this 😒

I stare at my phone for a while. It’s clearly not going to get up and come closer to me on its own, but maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I can move it with the power of my mind. Who knows what really happened last night? Maybe my memory is so fuzzy because aliens abducted me and performed experiments that developed my tele… something ability. Telepathic? No, that’s to talk from brain to brain. Tele… motion?

Turns out Drunk Charlie is even funnier than Sober Charlie! 😆

“Something’s wrong!” Charlie declares in alarm as the elevator jolts into motion. “The world is moving! We’re trapped in a box! Oh no, they have us! The machines rose up!”

“It’s fine, Charlie,” I say in my most soothing voice. His eyes focus blearily on me.

“Lee! They got you too? Oh noooo. I wanted to save you.”