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“You are.” The words aren’t enough — I need to show him. But I’m trapped, at his mercy.

Ezra sheds his top, then his pants, revealing an iron bar distending his black underwear. Will he fuck me like this? I suddenly want it with an intensity that takes me off guard.

My whole body floods with heat as he pushes his underwear down to expose his cock, hard, red, and wet. He glides his fist over it and groans. I jerk, arching toward him, heedless of theripping noises underneath me. I need it. I need to be the one making him feel that, getting him to moan.

“I like seeing you tied up,” he rasps. “I’ve never done this with anyone, but with you it feels right.”

“I want to taste you,” I beg, licking my lips.

“Your teeth are a little intimidating, Lys.” He steps up to the bed, his cock waving in my face. I open my mouth automatically, and he groans. “You’re so gorgeous like this. Just a taste.”

His knuckles shiver fractionally. The tip of his cock glides over my outstretched tongue. I hold utterly still with every fiber of my will. His sweet-tart liquid bursts over my tastebuds and runs down my throat with my saliva. It’s addictive. His rich scent pulses. Everything is stronger, brighter in my ur-form. He pushes deeper and I stretch my jaw to hold my teeth away from him, letting him feel only my tongue and the soft top of my palate. His eyes are fixed on my mouth. His lips part and he lets out a tiny whisper of a moan.

“You’re so sweet for me.” His cock withdraws, but my disappointment doesn’t last long. He captures my lips and glides his tongue right into my mouth, tasting himself on me. “I’ll tie you up and fuck your mouth another time. Would you like that?”

I shudder.Yes.I want to be helpless for him yet know he’ll give me everything I want. I whine, unable to form words.

“I think you’d agree to anything right now.” He chuckles. “But I need to get you out of your head. We’re gonna do something else.”

I gasp at the feeling of his fingers dipping between my legs. A tug deep inside makes me yelp and arch as his fingers coax my cock out of its sheath gently but firmly.

“Shh, baby, come on.” He gives me another tug.

My legs shudder and fall open. I squirm, moans spilling out of me. It’s somuchin this form, feels so wrong and filthy for his hand to violate that tight little space that keeps my cock safe, butit sends lightning up and down my spine. “Ezra,” I cry, twisting. The sheets bunch around me.

“You’re out now,” Ezra murmurs, and the tugging becomes stroking, thetoo much-ness turning to sudden, explosive heat bursting through my abdomen. He manipulates my cock, turning my body into a vessel of pure need.

Then his touch disappears. He rummages through his discarded pants and shows me a little tube.

“What…?” I frown in confusion.

“Lubrication.”

“But I’m wet,” I tell him. “I swear I’m ready —”

“The lube is for me, babe.” He gets to his knees on the bed and straddles my hips.

Understanding clicks into place.

27

EZRA

Ihaven’t fingered myself in a few years. It’s awkward at first, but Lysander’s stunned gaze makes it a lot hotter than the last time I did this. I squeeze lube onto my two middle fingers and reach behind, arching so I can press against my hole at just the right angle. I can’t help but groan as they sink in.Fuck, it’s tight back there.

Lysander’s mouth falls open.

I’m pretty much exclusively a top — even when I was younger, Jasper preferred to get his ass rammed than do the ramming, which I was glad of. Bottoming makes me feel exposed.

I’ve never felt as vulnerable with anyone as I do straddling this gorgeous, not-at-all-human guy who’s staring at me like I hung the moon. My heart beats like a drumroll, and not just out of arousal. I’m scared.

I’m scared I’m gonna fall for him, and he’ll have to walk out of my life someday. The disturbing encounter we had earlier today made that crystal clear. Or — maybe worse — I’m scared he’s gonna fall for me. That we’ll be two idiots from opposite ends of our two worlds, some kind of supernatural Romeo andJuliet situation, and somehow I’ll end up hurting him. I couldn’t bear that.

I can’t stand to prep myself for long. I need him in me. After not nearly enough stretching, I put the lube down on the bedside table and reach between my legs to stroke his cock, which writhes in my hand. The eager appendage knows it’s about to sink into my ass, even if Lysander’s glazed eyes suggest he’s not quite sure what’s happening. My fingers drift further south to pet his soft hole. He might be spiky all over, but everything between his legs is still tender, and I love it.

Lysander moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “’S good.”

“Yeah.” I lean down and kiss his eyelids.God, I’m such a goner. “You ready?”