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Another thought followed, seductive in its simplicity. What was that saying? The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else?

Conveniently, I was already there.

All I had to do was say yes. Logan was hardly unattractive. Quite the opposite, in fact. There were far worse things that happened than having a handsome doctor crawl into your bed and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re so hard for me,” I said.

“Yes. Just for you.”

“What do you want to do to me?”

“Everything.”

“Vague.”

“Kiss you. Lick you. Caress you. Fuck you.”

The words sent heat unfurling through my body. I imagined for a moment gleefully telling Tyler that I didn’t care what he’d gotten up to because I’d found my own way to have fun. But revenge wasn’t the only reason I wanted this. I needed to feel desired by someone. Even if that someone was making a spectacularly unethical late-night visit to my bed.

The decision was mine now.

“Yes,” I said. “All of it.”

Chapter Twelve

Caligo

Being pressed against Rowan felt glorious. I’d possessed people before, but only for practical reasons, so the degree of sensitivity I experienced through the doctor’s skin came as a surprise.

I kept the doctor asleep while I used his body like a puppet, filling every available space inside him until flesh and shadow moved as one. I had perfect control over everything.

Or almost everything.

His cock surprised me. Some part of the doctor was apparently conscious enough to respond to Rowan’s proximity, perhaps believing this was an especially vivid dream. I tried to delve into his mind, determined to steer his thoughts toward someone else if he was dreaming about Rowan.

Rowan was mine.

Nobody else’s.

I gave up after a couple of attempts because influencing his dreams consumed too much energy. Let him dream. That was all he would ever have, because if he tried to touch Rowan without me inside him, I’d rip his head off.

I’d watched the struggle play out in Rowan’s eyes, and I’d seen the moment he’d embraced what I offered. Now he lay beneath me like a sacred offering, and I didn’t know where to start.

I’d witnessed sex between every combination of human bodies, but I’d never participated. This would be a first.

I began by removing the doctor’s constrictive clothing. I would never understand the human need to cover the body with so many layers. Some of it, I knew, stemmed from their fragility and inability to regulate their temperature when the air grew too cold. The rest was more difficult to explain. Sequins, feathers, lace… none of it seemed remotely practical.

Rowan watched me, his hands still resting above his head even though I no longer held them. His gaze dropped to the doctor’s cock once I stood naked beside the bed. “How’s the size?” I asked.

He laughed as though I’d made a joke. “It’s fine. What would you do if I said it was too big or too small? It’s not like you can change it.”

Not in this form, no. In my natural form, however, there were few limits to what I could alter. It was how I’d removed my horns and tail and reshaped my features to appear more human once I realized doing so would make Rowan more comfortable.

Not wanting anything to obstruct my access to him, I pulled the sheet off the bed. Next, I dealt with his underwear, Rowan obediently raising his hips when I caught the waistband with the doctor’s fingers and tugged.

Naked.

Exactly the way I wanted him to be.