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“Ohh, what’s this?” A woman with a deep Russian accent spoke, making it almost impossible to understand her. Croygen’s head slanted, like something alerted him, his brow furrowing, his head slightly shaking as if he was rebuffing something.

I could hear the crinkle of paper. “What’s in Hubei?”

Paper being snatched echoed in the small room, the map fluttering to the floor beside us. “Nothing to worry about,bokkie.”Sweetheartin Afrikaans. His accent was very light, but his use of the term of endearment revealed he was from South Africa.

“Looks like you are going on an adventure.” Her weight added to his as she got on the bed, which pressed Croygen down harder into me, making sure I felt every inch of him. “Without me,” she whined. “I’ve always wanted to go on a quest for treasure. The idea of it makes mewild.”

The sound of kissing and a bed squeaking as the other man and woman fell onto the opposite cot made it harder to understand the woman’s dialect.

“Reeeaaally? Wild, huh? What does that entail?” Tiger-man murmured with insinuation. “And how do you know I’m hunting for treasure?”

“Because dangerous men like you always are.” I could hear a zipper being pulled down; Tiger’s breath hitched. “It gets me so hot.”

“Oh, gods.” The tiger shark moaned. “Put your mouth around my dick,bokkie.” A loud grunt came from him.

My body stilled, my eyes widening at what was happening. Croygen’s gaze met mine. The small room shrunk down to nothing, the air dissipating. The strain and intense awkwardness gripped my lungs as I tried to pretend this wasn’t actually happening. This was only a mission, and I wasn’t thinking about how he kissed me the other night, how so many times his touch rained fire through my body. Nope. Nor did I notice his weight on me, the closeness of his mouth, the feel of his cock between my thighs.

“Tell me all about your adventure.” The woman’s knees hit the floor right by us, settling between his legs. “While my mouth sucks you off.”

“Fok.” Tiger hissed. The sound of her working him shot through my blood, my nipples hardening, heat flushing my whole body. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”

Oh. Please. No.This couldn’t be happening.

“Tell me… I get so wet when you men talk about your exhilarating adventures.” She hummed, creating another boisterous response from him.

“I’m-I’m going to Hubei to find my brother…” The shark-shifter’s voice was strangled. “Fokyes… Oh, gods, you are so good at that.” He breathed out. “He-he-he told me about something him and a doctor found before he disappeared.” A deep, guttural moan tore from him. “Something so rare, so powerful, and so dangerous, it’s worth even more than the four treasures of Tuatha Dé Danann.” He struggled through his words, gasping and grunting. “They disappeared after leaving here… I need to find my brother.”

The cot next to us with the hammerhead started to squeak, the couple’s noises growing louder, adding to the power filling the cramped space. The force sank into my skin, possessing me from the inside out. My body responded to the sexual energy in the room; the need had me arching, my cat too close to the surface.

Croygen sucked in, his dark eyes piercing mine, tension webbing between us. His erection pushed into me, throbbing, the heat causing wetness to seep from me, my nipples hardening, my hips widening.

It was natural—a basic, rudimentary response to hearing or seeing sex. And fae responded to it even more intensely than humans. And for fae like Croygen and me? It was kryptonite.

Sex was our vice, our power. With him, it also felt like a weakness.

“Tell me more… Will there be danger?” The Russian woman encouraged him. “Feel how wet I am.”

His hand reached down between her thighs, generating a swear from him.

“Very dangerous,” he touted. “I think when they disappeared, they were trying to hide it in the Tenglong caves, where dragons used to live.”

“There haven’t been dragons for centuries.” She was getting harder and harder to understand.

“They say,” he huffed, trying to sound tough. “But how do we know they haven’t been in hiding? No one who’s gone deep into those caves, far beyond the tourist area, has ever returned.” I could hear a throaty reverberation followed by a slurping sound. “Ohfokkkkk.”

“Yes! Yes!” The other woman across the room screamed, the bed bouncing as the other couple started to fuck.

I was in hell. I had to be.

My clothes scratched my skin, the heat inside burning me up while I tried to pretend I wasn’t affected by it. No matter what I told myself, it didn’t take away the twisted desire, wanting to shed my clothes, regardless of where we were, open my legs, and feel him push inside me. Lose myself in the cloud of bliss.

As if he read my thoughts, Croygen’s nose flared, his breath stilted, his throat bobbed. His hand gripped my hip, his fingers sprawling over my stomach. He watched me, waiting for any reaction telling him no. Whatever he saw in my expression encouraged his continued exploration. His fingers trailed the waistline of my pants.

“Harder!” The woman in the other bed demanded, their cot slipping over the tile, while violent moans came from Tiger above us.

Croygen watched me, still gauging my response, slowly pushing up my shirt. He ran his hand over my skin, tracking sparks everywhere he touched. He stopped at my pants zipper, giving me one more chance to stop him. I stared boldly back, almost challenging him. Deftly unfastening my pants, his artful hand moved down, his fingers gliding above my underwear and over my pussy. My mouth parted, Croygen’s touch sparking magic through my system, twisting up my mind, taking away any control or logic.

His eyes were on me while his hand traced over me again, feeling how soaked I was. Such overwhelming desire surprised me, knocking out any alarms trying to rise. My ass tipped up, giving him the green light he needed. A noise rattled his throat as he skated under my panties, his fingers sliding through my wetness, parting me. I sucked in sharply; the same electrical shock I felt every time he touched me made my body twitch.