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I laid between Luke and Blake, their fingers moving along my bare flesh after we’d spent the last half hour reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies. A deliciously pleasant ache throbbed through my body. I didn’t know how I was going to keep up with having so many lovers, but I was eager to try.

“Do you want something to drink?” Luke kissed my shoulder, his chest pressed into my back. “Or food?”

Part of me preened at their attention. The other half knew I needed to hydrate and eat before I let anything else happen, or I’d pass out for real.

“Hmmm.” I shifted against them, my backside finding Luke hardening against me already. “My body says I probably should...” I reached back and grabbed his butt, rubbing myself against him, while reaching for Blake’s face. “But I can’t seem to think of a single thing I want to eat.”

Blake’s chest rumbled with his laugh, his mouth meeting mine in the middle. He let me languidly kiss him, his brother’s fingers sliding between us to cup my breasts, grinding his length between the crease of my butt.

My stomach made an angry sound.

Blake pulled away with a laugh, his lips brushing against mine. “Food first. Then...” He shoved two fingers inside of me, making a curling motion that had me gasping for breath. “We’ll see how many times we can make you come before you pass out.”

I rocked my hips against his hand and then whimpered at the loss as he pulled away. “Fine, hurry up.” I shoved at him and Luke, lying back on the bed with my arms stretching above me. “Feed me and then fuck me, not necessarily in that order.”

Luke and Blake had matching wolfish grins on their faces as they dragged their pants on and darted out Luke’s bedroom door.

A few moments after they left, someone knocked on the door. I sat up on the bed, dragging the sheet around me. Most of them had seen me naked already, but I couldn’t be certain it wasn’t someone else.

“Come in.”

Zane’s red hair popped into the doorway. His inquisitive eyes peered around the bedroom before landing on me on the bed. They darkened with desire and then his expression closed off.

“Eva.” He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I wanted to talk to you for a moment, if you would like to dress.”

I leaned back on my elbow, peering up at him beneath my lashes. “No.”

Zane’s brows rose. “No?”

“No, I won’t get dressed, and we’re not doing this, Zane.”

Hurt slashed across his expression and he swallowed, touching his glasses again even though he’d already pushed them up. “Oh, alright. I understand. I won’t bother you anymore.”

I threw my head back and let out a long-aggravated sound. “Damn it, Zane. That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m sorry?” Zane paused at the doorway, half in half out of the room. “I don’t know what you mean then.”

I pulled the sheet off my body, curling up onto my hands and knees and crawled toward him. “I mean, shut the fucking door and kiss me.”

Lust burned through the hesitancy in his actions, his eyes eating up every exposed inch of me. He didn’t seem to even notice when he was suddenly next to the bed with my hands on his pants. “Eva, we can’t. The demon–”

“Can wait his turn.” I jerked his pants open until he fell out into my hands long, hard, and all mine.

“No, I mean...” Zane tried to step away from me, but I stroked a hand down him, cupping his balls. “Fuck, Eva. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I pressed myself against him. “We’re not having this conversation, Zane. I don’t care what happened. It wasn’t your fault. I like to play with your demon, and I let him get out of control. So you can either sulk about something you can’t control, or you can fuck me right now.”

“But weren’t you with Luke and Blake just now?”

I leaned back on the bed and spread my legs, bringing him to my entrance. “Does that bother you? I could shower first.” I smirked coyly. “You could help.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He shook his head, pulling his glasses from his face to tuck into his shirt before chucking off the rest of his clothes. “What if they come back?”

“Oh, they will,” I told him, directing him inside of me. “And they too can wait their turn.”

We didn’t take our time. We were both ravenous to have the other. The need to be close after such a traumatic event drove us with each thrust and kiss. By the time the twins came back, my back arched and my hips stuttered against Zane’s, crying out my release.

“Well, it looks like we’re sharing,” Luke commented from the doorway, not at all put out by Zane’s presence.

Zane pulled out of me suddenly, spewing his climax across my breasts and stomach. A savage look, his eyes burning red, flashed over me before they faded back to hazel.

I stroked my hand down Zane’s back, brushing his hair behind his ear. “I guess I’m getting a bath after all.”

Zane choked out a laugh, pulling back to see the mess his demon had made. “My apologies, he showed up so quickly.”

I sighed. “It’s alright, Zane. It’s the universe telling me I can’t just spend all my time in bed.”

Zane lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom while the twins cleaned up the bed. He sat me on the bench in the shower and turned on the spray, angling it away until the water warmed.

“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it...”

“And I don’t,” I reminded him, a content sound coming from me as Zane dragged the spray across my body.

“I know, but I need to talk about it.” Zane knelt before me, peering up at me in between the steam. “This is going to keep happening. Sometimes you’ll be able to control him and, other times, he’ll control me and then someone is going to get hurt or worse killed.”

I busied myself untangling his hair from his braid, dragging the strands out to the sides. “Zane, I know what I signed up for.”

“But I can’t let you be with me like this.” Zane leaned me back against the wall, slowly wetting my hair before stroking the spray down the rest of my body.

At first, I thought he was going to make this something sexy, and my body clenched in anticipation before he hooked the sprayer back on its hook.

Zane clasped my hands with his own. “I’m not going to lose you over this. I couldn’t live with myself if you or one of the others died because of him.”

I let out a frustrated growl, wrapping my hand in his hair, tugging him toward me. “And I can’t live without you. Short of sending your demon back to hell, what do you want me to do?”

Zane peered up at me, his eyes widening.

“What?” I squinted at him. “What did I say?”

“Send him back to hell.”

Zane shifted until he sat between my thighs, pulling my free hand to the sigil on his chest. “Do it. Send him back to hell and then we won’t have to worry about him coming between us anymore.”

“Are you sure?” I peered down at him with a frown. “I thought having him gave you most of your powers.”

Zane shook his head, furiously. “I don’t care. I’d rather have you and lose my powers than watch you die. Please, Eva. Do this for me.”

I stared at him, not sure what I was hearing. He loved me enough to give up his most powerful asset just to be with me.

“What’s going on?” Luke stepped into the bathroom, the steam hiding most of us in the shower. Another set of footsteps told me Blake had joined him.

Eyes locked with Zane’s, I called out to them. “He wants me to send the demon back to hell.”

“Good,” Luke said.

Blake snorted. “Do it.”

“See? Even they agree with me.”

I shook my head at him, not completely convinced. “I could hurt you during the removal.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Unless...” Zane’s brows pinched together. “Do you not want me unless I have the demon?”

I cupped his face with my hands. “No, no. That’s not it at all. I love you, Zane. And, while the demon does have his moments, he’s not you. The only reason I let him touch me at all is because he’s wearing your body.”

“So you wouldn’t miss him if he was gone?” Zane asked, his fingers trailing over the spot where I’d been stabbed. “I know that you enjoyed his particular flavor of violence.”

I smirked. “If I want to have someone rough me up, all I have to do is piss Gage off. After the way I edged him, I’m sure he’s more than happy to return the favor.”

“Oh, I’ll do it.” Luke shoved his head into the shower, the spray wetting his hair quickly.

Blake pulled his brother back with a snort. “We both know you’re more of a pleasure dom than anything. You wouldn’t know how to torture someone.”

“And you would?” Luke shot back, shoving his brother. “I could give her pain, too.”

“I doubt it.”

“See?” I pointed at the two of them arguing. “Plenty of volunteers to fill that role. There’s no need to worry.”

Zane let out a hard breath. “Good. Then do it.” He pressed my hand harder against his sigil. “Burn him out, send him back to hell.”

My magic came to life, pressing into Zane’s chest through my hand. The brown-green of his eyes turned to molten red. The hand holding mine now tried to shove it away.

“No, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

I grinned at the demon, pushing more power into the mark. “Sorry, looks like your time here is done. Say hello to Master Tuck for me.”

The demon hissed and snapped his teeth at me, trying and failing to remove my hand from his chest. The power burned against my palm, and I knew it was working. This wasn’t my first exorcism.

A few choice words and the demon yowled, his head thrown back, the veins in Zane’s neck bulging before his head fell forward in a sag.

I removed my hand from his chest, the sigil crossed out no longer holding any power. My hands cupped Zane’s face drawing it up, brushing my fingers across his brow. “Zane, are you alright?”

His eyelashes fluttered and then he blinked, his lips curving into a relieved smile. “He’s gone. He’s finally gone.”