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The footsteps fell still behind the hidden door but I didn’t turn to look that way, only cocking my head at Bastian as he turned back to face me once more, his shirt unbuttoned and trousers hanging loose over his hips.

He’d heard the footsteps too and an understanding flashed between us. Our quarrel could wait.

“Do you think anyone is even coming?” I asked, making it sound as though I was disappointed. “I so wanted to get fucked in every which way tonight.”

Bastian snorted. “Is that so? You wanna go ahead and describe some of those ways for me then?”

I grinned wickedly at the challenge but to my surprise the bookshelf swung open before I could taunt our observer with any deviant fantasies.

“So sorry to have kept you waiting,” a deep voice purred and I looked around to find a surprisingly attractive man striding into the room in a deep purple robe which was loosely knotted at his waist and likely had nothing else beneath it.

His hair was golden and slicked back from his eyes which had been painted with gold liner. He was perhaps in his mid-twenties and wore a handful of gaudy rings which he held out to me as he reached the bed, presumably for me to kiss.

I looked from the rings to his face and smiled. “Are you Master Zayad?” I asked, hope tainting my voice and my dress conveniently slipping from my shoulder at the precise moment when he glanced down to inspect my body.

“I am,” he agreed, his lust coiling around me and I allowed myself a little taste of it, pulling gently. “And am I right to assume you’re the recently widowed Lady Gavelry?”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I said coyly because I really did know nothing about whoever he was referring to but I could feel his desires and knew he was hoping I was the woman he was referring to.

“Can I be blunt?” Zayad asked, his attention moving from me to Bastian, lust building in the air around him as golden scales began to spread across his body. Siren.

I took care to focus on my own lust as I realised what he was.

Sirens weren’t so very different from me in the way that their gifts sensed emotion but they didn’t have to rely on desire.

They could sense lust, joy, sadness, anger and everything in between.

Even little things like lies and deception, which really weren’t great for two fugitives who were trying to sneak through enemy lands.

But Sirens were fairly common and most weren’t all that powerful, meaning it was generally easy to pass them by so long as they were given a more dominant emotion to focus on.

And seeing as this particular Siren had come here wanting to fuck us, I knew lust was my safest bet.

“I hated Finn Gavelry,” Zayad said boldly.

“I have no idea what kind of husband he was but he owed me a lot of money and never once did he entertain the idea of loaning you to me in payment, despite knowing how very particular my tastes are. I’ve had almost every Order you know, Medusa, Sphinx, Minotaur, Werewolf – even a Vampire once if you can believe that?

But a Succubus? He knew I’d never been able to find one and yet he hoarded you away from me despite his debts.

Honestly he was lucky he lost his head to the Raincarvers because I was close to claiming it myself. ”

“I see,” I said slowly, wondering if I should pretend to be this woman he so plainly wanted me to be. “And if I were his widow? Would that be enough to earn me more than four thousand karmas for the night?”

Zayad barked a laugh. “By the stars no – if anything, you’d owe me the value of his debt, which I can assure you is far more than a paltry sum like that.

But if you were her…or let us say if I were convinced you were her and I managed to reap satisfaction in defiling your flesh against his wishes, then perhaps…

I might deign to grant you a piece of my comet. ”

There was a darkness to his desires as he made that claim, a want for vengeance against the man he believed to have scorned him.

He reached out to brush his fingers across my cheek and I stilled as I saw his desires in my mind.

He wanted to degrade and belittle the wife of that man in every way he could come up with.

One night wouldn’t satisfy him, nor would two or three or a year’s worth.

He wanted to put her in her place time and again to sate his raw male ego and even his fantasies for that were pretty bland.

Truly, I would have expected more from a man who had built his empire on a House of Sin but his fantasies were all about fucking me a little roughly for no pleasure but his own.

I’d have yawned if I didn’t need to keep up this charade a little longer.

“What was her name?” I asked, leaning in to keep the contact with his skin, wanting my head filled with as many of his petty fantasies as I could claim.

“Matilda,” he supplied.

“Oh what a coincidence,” I purred. “That just so happens to be my name.”

Zayad smiled darkly at my lie, clearly feeling the dishonesty in it and not seeming to mind.

“Play the part just like that and you’ll get your hands on a piece of my comet before you know it,” he lied in turn.

“My husband had such a small cock,” I sighed dramatically, playing along while I gathered more of his fantasies into my mind. “I haven’t been satisfied by a real man in years.”

Zayad swallowed thickly, his eyes snapping to Bastian.

“You, Bear shifter. See to her needs,” he commanded.

I wasn’t sure what had drawn him and the woman downstairs to conclude that Bastian was a Bear but I supposed his bulk and brawn did indicate something of the sort.

No doubt Zayad had never fucked a Dragon before either, but I wasn’t going to let him in on the secret.

“You aren’t joining in?” I asked, trying to reach for Zayad again but he withdrew, taking the clarity of his fantasies with him but I probably had enough for what I needed anyway.

“I prefer to watch. At least initially – let’s see if you can inspire me to join in,” he said and the weight of his lust filled the room so thickly that I could have choked on it, as did his desire not to blow his load within three minutes by getting involved too quickly.

How disappointing for a Sin Master to be so lacking in longevity.

I had to hide my smile of amusement while turning to look at Bastian.

My power reserves were overflowing already and I fought the urge to release some of my magic to relieve the pressure.

Bastian returned my gaze with a challenging stare of his own.

Perhaps in another situation I would have played this game.

I would have gone to him and let him peel the clothes from my body.

I would have taken hold of the front of his unbuttoned shirt and tugged on it hard enough to send him to his knees.

Then I would have fisted my hand in his shadow-swept hair and guided his mouth to my core, urging him to feast while I took my pleasure on the end of his tongue.

I could do it. There was a dare in his eyes which said he wouldn’t be the first to back down if I tried.

Despite his oath not to actually fuck me due to his belief that I would ruin him, I was sure I could find relief from my demons with the use of his mouth or hands.

In spite of the appeal of that idea, I refused to allow it to take root.

I had a plan and I was going to stick to it.

I pushed myself upright and prowled towards him, letting my gifts loose, desire tainting the room and pinning the gazes of both men firmly to the movements of my body.

Zayad dropped into a winged chair to the side of the bed, his robe tenting over his crotch while he watched us and his hand slipping beneath the fabric.

I had his fantasies now and though I’d only had minimal practice of wielding desires in the way I was planning, I had managed to encompass Dalia in one fantasy for almost an hour not long before she’d been lost to me.

She’d been a willing subject of my experimentation and now that I had the basis for it, I felt confident that I could snare Zayad.

Bastian closed the distance between us, cocking his head to one side in a clear question but I only curved my lips into a cunning smile, letting him know that I had this all in hand.

“Take hold of the bedframe,” Bastian said in a low voice and I obediently followed his command, placing my back to him and gripping the wooden post at the end of the bed.

Bastian closed in on me, the scent of iron and smoke coiling around me as he placed his hands on my hips and slowly brushed them around my sides then down the fronts of my thighs.

Lust thickened the air as Zayad watched us and I sucked in a sharp breath as the pressure of it increased until I could feel it right down to my bones.

He was powerful, far more so than any Siren I’d ever encountered before and I found myself moaning breathily as Bastian’s hands roamed further down my thighs.

Bastian groaned in turn as the weight of the Siren’s gifts fell over him, his body tensing behind me as he drew me back against him and the press of his muscles surrounded me. I could feel the hard length of his cock driving against my ass and my mouth watered at the feel of how big he was.

“Shit,” I gasped, parting my legs as his hands roamed down them again, his thumbs caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

My body throbbed with need, my core aching and growing so wet that I had to fight not to take my hand from the bedpost and push two fingers into myself to relieve the tension in my flesh.

Bastian’s lips brushed the side of my neck, a gasp of pleasure escaping me as his stubble grazed my sensitive skin.