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It hurt, that he didn’t think he was worth fighting for.

“Zee, I . . .” I placed my hand over his on the bar—always so warm—and I tucked my fingers around his. “Don’t let him tell you you’re worthless.”

He huffed, shrugged, and backed off, taking his hand from mine. “Babycakes, I’m fucking priceless, and I know it.”

Did he, though?

He wasn’t going to listen to me, but there was another way to make him understand. Plus, he was hungry, so it would kill two birds with one stone. I slid off the stool, and leaned into his shoulder. “Your room or mine?”

His eyes widened, then narrowed. “Are you offering a pity fuck?”

I smiled, and batted my lashes. “I’m offering whatever you want.”

CHAPTER 4

We scarcely made it 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.