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When Vhex laughs, something lightens in his twisted head. He tightens his abs and gleefully flutters his fin. “I need. You need. We can help each other. Let me suck your itch while you scratch mine real deep.”

My pussy loves that plan, but my upstairs brain hasn’t clocked out just yet. “How does this venom-sex work? Like, what happens if you try to jerk off?”

His dick twitches.

“I can’t come,” Vhex answers roughly. “I have to be inside you.”

“That’s not in the cards,” I murmur as I rub down my thighs. Wisps of Remy’s shadows break off to twirl my fingers but never stop holding me down.

All services closed.

“Why? You could take me in your hands.” Vhex grazes my lip with his thumb. His eyes burn. “Or inside this pretty mouth.”

My stomach somersaults.

A blowjob is the best way to guide a man, but I don’t need Vhex between my lips to keep him under my control.

He’s so much easier than that. “Let’s start with hands.”

“Where?” Vhex asks, crawling up my thighs.

I hold him back. “Right there. With your hands.”

“I can't finish without you.” Vhex’s soul sucks at my skin, coaxing me to help him get off.

All he drags out of me is a shiver.

It's his turn to feel helpless.

“I know.” I lean back on my elbows to watch the devil squirm. “Show me.”

Vhex palms the root of his shaft like he’s been fucking waiting for this dare. His nails are tipped in red claws, but with human-sized hands, he can’t grip all the way around his cock.

His human skin tone is golden brown with teases of pink, but he flushes more raspberry as he drives his cock through his cupped fingers. The veins of his forearms pop and his silks keep stroking me, desperate to draw out my light.

The man is sexy enough standing still.

Now Vhex pumps his hips, showing off what all of those cut muscles can do. His cheeks flush until the mole under his eye stands out like a shooting star.

He’s so rugged-sexy-beautiful.

Too bad he’s a fucking menace.

Vhex strokes to his fuchsia tip, tipping back his head. “I’ll fuck this hand like I’m fucking that pretty pussy.”

I resist the bleeding-heart Guide instinct to coddle the Sentinel. “You can fuck it how I tell you to fuck it.”

Vhex’s hips falter. He’s no less cocky when he grips his shaft, but a desperate scratch sneaks into his voice. “How?”

“Slowly.”

He drags his hand along his length at a fraction of the pace.

“Like this?” He glances for my approval.

See?

Vhex can be good.

“Slower,” I say breathily. “Like you’re making love.”

Like you actually care.

I want to watch every reaction from the twitch of his abs to the vein that throbs at his jaw as his heart explodes.

Vhex lengthens his stroke.

The slow pace forces him to lavish every inch of his cock. He languidly traces his veins, then lingers at the tip, choking his wide head.

When he closes his eyes, they flicker behind his lids.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Vhex groans.

I shift my elbows to hide the shake in my arms. “Don’t speed up.”

“Never,” he breathes, dragging slowly through his hand. “I want to feel you. Fuck .”

His abs shake.

“Keep stroking,” I say as calmly as I can. “You can use your other hand.”

I expect him to stroke his balls or maybe double-fist the cock he can’t fully grip.

Instead, Vhex uses his freedom to cup my neck. His hand quivers as he softly thumbs my ear. “Is this how you make love?”

My heart stutters.

I wish I didn’t know.

I zone out, suddenly staring up at a chandelier and the cold, blue eyes that smiled just enough to keep me hooked.

I gave Kevan everything I had.

I wasn’t enough.

“Teach me,” Vhex says, gently tilting my head.

His hot fingers cut the chill of the memories.

I need to let go.

“Can you put someone else’s needs first? You have to care about their pleasure more than your own—give them everything without expecting anything in return.”

“Nah. Can’t do it.”

I huff a laugh. “At least you’re honest.”

“Not for someone else.” Still gripping his shaft in one hand, Vhex possessively palms my throat. “But if it’s you? You’re part of me.” He holds my gaze with eyes of liquid fire. “I’d give you my wings.”

Sparks skate down my shoulder blades.

“Just keep stroking,” I answer too huskily.

Vhex pumps his hand. Shudders. “It’s dry.”

His dick vibrates with the twitch of his fin. He pinches it down to show off the pulsing tip.

No pre-cum.

Vhex doesn’t give me a chance to figure out how I feel. His knuckles stroke my cheek, then he opens his palm beneath my chin. “Spit?”

My mouth floods.

He asks softly, waiting and holding my eyes as he keeps up the steady dry-rub of his angry cock.

I would’ve blown him on the spot if he asked this nicely from the start.

I spit into his hand.

Vhex’s grin is fucking unspeakable .

He doesn’t move.

He waits, proudly holding it out.

“More?” I spit again, this time working from the back of my throat. A messy thread breaks off on my chin.

Quickly swapping hands, Vhex catches the stray drop. He sucks it off his knuckle as he finally slicks down his shaft. “Fuck. Iris .”

I clench the crinkly blankets.

I’m not used to hearing my name. I’ve never heard it moaned like that —smoky, rough, and so needy that the pit of my stomach cartwheels.

“This should be you.” Vhex’s slow-pump makes an obscene squelch . His fin flutters, teasing his clenched fist at the bottom of every long stroke.

I feel his palm and cock like they’re part of my own body.

Holy stars.

I smother a moan.

His every little motion rubs my bound thighs together. The muffled friction is torture on my inaccessible clit.

“I want to feel you,” Vhex murmurs. His silks curl at my skin and tangle in my hair, desperate to worm deeper into my soul. “Want you to feel what I feel.”

“I can feel enough.” The shake of his hips. The heat of his skin.

“Take me deeper. Take everything.” Vhex closes his eyes as he works his cock.

I choke on the complexity of his lust. It’s too tangled, too heated to understand at a glance, but it’s so heavy, it’s like he’s asking me to take responsibility for him.

I used to want that.

But now? “Vhex. I can’t accept?—”

“Why? I’m giving, not asking.” Vhex shudders and keeps pumping his hand. “Thought…we were…making…love— ungh. ”

Vhex’s abs roll in little pulses. His ass flexes and he rocks on his knees, dick vibrating helplessly.

It’s like he’s being electrocuted.

He trembles.

Groans.

“Hurts. So. Good.” Vhex rides through the full body shakes, never breaking pace as he edges himself just the way I told him to. He switches angles, circling his hips and working his fin. “Hot. Wet .”

I’m not trying to read into him any deeper, but the magic doesn’t care what I want.

Vhex’s single brain cell doesn’t give a fuck about his withheld orgasm. He’s obsessed with the glide of my spit on his cock.

I knew Vhex was single-minded.

I just wasn’t expecting him to focus on me .

I’m boiling and my pulse throbs at Vhex’s puncture-point, but I’m not some helplessly addicted cock zombie.

Yet.

It would be weirder not to want more of Vhex. He fucks like poetry, using every beautiful muscle until I’m jealous of his hand.

The longer he rides the edge of the climax he can’t reach, the more his features sharpen. His horn and cock extend. His eyes flash crimson. As his claws lengthen, he can finally palm his full girth with his longer fingers.

His panting deepens to an animalistic growl.

Vhex doesn’t think about stopping, let alone asking for relief.

He’s happy , even as his thoughts fray.

I like this so much more than I should.

I’m supposed to be helping him.

“Stop,” I rasp, “Come here.”

Vhex drops.

While I cup his chin, Vhex rolls me deep into the blankets. His cock presses my leg as hot and heavy as a fireplace poker, but he clings without a thought of complaint.

Vhex doesn’t have any more thoughts.

He has lust and pain.

Some beastly instinct reminds him I’m the only one who can fix either of those things.

“Don’t move. Just let me work, okay?” I pull Vhex in for a kiss.

I move slow and steady, untwisting his psychic knots as I softly suck his lower lip.

Vhex squeezes me tighter.

I hear fabric rip, then his sharp claws are biting my ribs.

There goes another uniform.

I tease open the seam of his lips and lick to his fang.

As I explore the sharp, weirdly hot tooth, echoes of his pleasure and agony throb through my jaw.

I wince. “Are you ready to do something about that venom?”

Vhex buries his head in my throat, nuzzling like a fire leopard and marking me in his scent. “Why are you so fucking good? ”

I snort. “I’m not.”

I’m just a stubborn bitch who can’t stop trying to fix broken, beautiful men.

“You are.” Vhex kisses the spot where his fang pierced my throat, making my blood rush. “You’re good and sweet and some-fucking-how, you’re mine.”

“I’m n?—”

“ Mine ,” Vhex growls. “Just promise me a thing.”

“What?” I ask wearily, hoping he can’t feel the hammer of my pulse.

“Don’t ever forgive me for this shit.”

Oh, I won’t.

I tilt my throat anyway. “Bite.”

His fang-tip finds my skin.

I squeeze his taut shoulders, bracing for the hot and itchy pain-that-isn’t-pain.

Instead, something cool pools around my throat. It’s soft as satin but clangs like steel against Vhex’s fang.

“Fucking Azrid,” Vhex snarls.

“Try here.” I offer Vhex my wrist.

Vhex licks to find a good spot, but as soon as his fang nears a vein, Remy’s shadows flash down my arm.

A black shield hardens to block his bite. Vhex growls and snaps again, but the more he fights, the harder the shadows shut him down.

I shiver from his toothless nibbles.

Can vaginas prune?

Mine is so drenched, she’s going to need gills to survive this sexual depravation.

“Fucking Azrid ,” I agree in a frustrated growl.

The long-distance cockblock is a stupidly risky waste of Remy’s power. It’s bad enough that he’s fucking with me .

He has no business dictating what I do with other Sentinels.

“Roll over,” I command, pushing at Vhex and the stupid blankets. After a lot of bouncing on my bound legs, I have him leaned back while I balance between his knees.

Vhex’s cock twitches as I tighten my ponytail.

I dip my head and brace against his thighs. “I changed my mind.”