Page 29 of On the Road

“I’m not worried.” Zee shrugged, then sat on the bed beside me and whispered, “Should I be worried about him?”

“I think he’s okay, but he got pretty beaten up.”

“Ah, that explains the make-up sex. Are you okay?” Zee reached out and our hands automatically came together.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Better now you’re here too.”

“Kitten, you are never getting rid of me. Like an itchy rash, I always come back.”

He was so silly, but the hiccupping laugh he summoned was welcome. “How’s Zander?”

“Alive, but the first hospital I took him to doesn’t treat Lost Ones, so I had to fly him to a veterinary clinic. It worked out, since he was half furry anyway.” Zee leaned down. His thumb stroked my cheek and he peered into my eyes. “I didn’t want to leave you. Or Fancy Fangs, I admit . . . I guess . . . whatever.”

“It’s alright, Zee.” I covered his hand with mine. “Victor tried to be a hero, that’s all.”

“Ugh, of course he did.” Zee rolled his glittery purple eyes. “Did you have to save his perfect ass?”

“Sort of. Yeah.”

Zee snorted. “Least he’s fuckin’ consistent, right?”

“I heard that,” came Victor’s rumble from inside the shower.

“So, stop listening,” Zee sang back.

They were cute when they bickered like an old married couple. Now Zee had returned and Victor was safe again, all the murderous rage and bone-aching worry faded away. The blow job had probably helped too.

“Was the make-up sex worth it?” Zee eyebrows bounced.

“No,” I snickered, and sat up, drawing my knees loosely to my chest. “There will be more of it—at least another two rounds—then maybe I’ll think about forgiving him.”

Victor emerged, stark naked, dripping wet, patting down his long black hair with a towel. A few bruises marked his pale skin, but he was mostly healed. There are naked men, and then there’s Victor, whose nakedness is both so rare and mind-numbingly gorgeous that none can resist it.

“Sweet eye-fucking porn,” Zee tried to cover my eyes. “Adam, look away from the masculine perfection so I can ogle him in private.”

I laughed, and swatted Zee’s hand away. “Hey, no way am I letting you enjoy the show without me.”

“Goodness, it’s as though you two have never seen a naked man before—which I know for you, Zodiac, is unfathomable.” He stopped at the dresser, with his back to us, and there was no way Victor didn’t know how we admired the glorious view. The smooth roll of his shoulders, the curve of his back, and the way his waist tucked in before his ass . . . I sighed. All rational thought vanished. Gone.

“Adam, you’re drooling.”

“What?” I dabbed my chin. “Am I?”

Zee laughed, tilted his head, and sighed. “I’ve seen swinging dicks, big dicks, small dicks, chonky dicks, double dicks, and all the skinny dicks a porn demon can see. But what I’ll never get enough of is your dick, Your Lordship. Bring it over here so I can get some action before we go right back to saving the fuckin’ day . . . or werewolves . . . or whatever the fuck we’re doing in the middle of nowhere because Adam says so.”

“We do not have the time to indulge⁠—”

Zee poofed behind Victor and plastered his entire seven-foot-with-horns self against Victor’s bare back. His wings bloomed, pulsing purple with sexual energy. “That a challenge?”

Victor’s smirking reflection in the dresser’s mirror revealed he’d known exactly what he was doing by striding in naked, and Zee didn’t stand a chance at resisting.

Zee’s tail looped around Victor’s bare leg, making it clear there was no escape. His hand dropped around his hip, out of my sight, but I could guess where it had landed from the soft parting of Victor’s lips.

I’d already had my share of Victor, so it was only fair that Zee should get his. I was more than happy to watch from the sidelines.

Zee roped Victor’s wet hair in a fist, wringing it tight, and pulling Victor’s head back, he held him rigid. “I know you like it rough, Daddy,” Zee purred, fluttering the words down Victor’s lean neck. “And since it seems you owe Adam some groveling, maybe I can pump it out of you?”

Victor’s smirk twitched, turning snarl-like and showing a hint of fang. “Careful, demon.”