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“I pledge to you.” I hold the amulet up by its cord. Lysander leans in, his robe rustling. “I know it’s only symbolic, since I’m a human and everything. It’s not like I’m looking to pop out babies.”

“I accept your pledge,” Lysander interrupts mercifully. “I’ll give you my Oath, Ezra. May you be endowed with whatever fertility you desire.”

My name on his tongue gives me chills. He lifts the amulet to his mouth and presses his lips to the cold gem, and I have to grip the edge of the dais. Do I have some kind of previously undiscovered royalty roleplaying kink? Because Lysander kissing my amulet kinda makes my knees weak.

He isactuallya prince. It’s not just the magical lighting or the outfit or the ritual. It’s the tilt of his head, the confidence as he leans down and hands me the amulet back. The rich glow in his eyes.

He shifts in his seat fractionally, and sudden knowledge knocks me flat.

He’s turned on by this.

I straighten. “How long do you need to stay?”

His fingers tighten on the arms of the chair again. “I can leave.”

“What happens at the end of the ceremony again?A blessing?” I parrot Orion’s words. A series of quiet gasps andgrowls drift up from the room to fill the space after my words. The fabric of Lysander’s robe shivers.

“With a willing sacrifice,” Lysander breathes.

“I’m willing, but I’m not into public sex,” I say half-jokingly, but he says nothing, his body arching toward me almost imperceptibly.

I practically vault onto the dais. Lysander’s eyes go wide. He’s light enough that I can lift him with ease, even though he’s nearly as tall as me, and he grabs my shoulder with a gasp as I swing him up bridal style.

“Ezra!”

I grin. “Where to, my prince?”

I set Lysander down on a fancy table in some kind of library. I have no idea where we are, or if we’re even allowed to be here. It’s a luxurious-looking room with a piano in the corner, huge floor-to-ceiling shelves, ornate furniture, and a massive fireplace. I take it all in with just a glance, because really I only have eyes for him.

Moonlight comes through the massive window, making him glow. He pulls his robe off impatiently as I lock the door behind us, leaving it crumpled in a heap on the ground. Under the robe he’s wearing what’s basically a velour bodysuit in midnight blue, and when he stretches out on the table it shows off every curve and angle — including the swollen mound between his legs. I swallow. It should look ridiculous, but instead it’s sexy as hell. I step in close and run my fingers up his sides, feeling his chest expand.

I lean down and put my lips to his ear. “I want to suck you off.”

The catch of his breath is loud in the empty room. Under my palms, his heartbeat picks up.

“Yes,” he hisses, hands going to his buttons.

I push his hands away. “I could have gotten on my knees right there. Pushed your robe up and knelt between your legs in front of them.”

He gasps as I slide a hand into his waistband and push the fabric off his hips, feeling my way down his body. “Ezra!”

I groan into his cheek. Hearing my name out of his mouth never gets old.

His cock is still hidden, so I slip my fingers across the slippery edge of his open slit, pressing his firm mound with my palm at the same time, and his sharp intake of breath goes straight to my core. I’ve touched him like this before in the warm light of his room, but here in the half dark with just about the entire monster community barely a few doors away, everything is more heightened. I stroke him gently, savoring the feel of him. His opening is soft and hairless. It starts at the front of his pelvis and runs down to where a human would have a taint, wet and warm inside, but shallow. It’s not an entrance, just a hideaway that keeps his cock safe. When he’s not aroused, it seals up and he becomes completely smooth. It makes me strangely tender to feel it part under my fingers.

I dip my middle finger inside gently, close to where his cock comes out. It’s deliciously swollen and tender.

“This okay?” I murmur.

He pants. “That’s — it’s —”

“Words, baby.” I nuzzle his jaw. “I need you to tell me what feels good.”

I wriggle my finger in his warmth and he lets out a choked noise.

“It feels good,” he gasps.

A second finger joins the first. He’s all hot and wet from his natural lubrication, and when my fingers meet his emerging cock I’m suddenly the one making noises. God, I love all of this. His cock slides slickly across my fingers and nudges my palm, growing quickly.