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IRIS

Vhex’s cock only looks like candy.

He tastes like smoke.

I explore his hidden features with my tongue. The warm, smooth knobs and hidden ridges are a dream compared to Kevan’s spikes.

My tongue always stuck to the ice.

Vhex moans like every teasing lick is the best he’s ever had.

Godsdamnit.

Why is that so fucking good?

“ Iris .” He digs claw-tipped fingers into my hair.

“Relax.” I shift his grip to a more comfortable position on my shoulders.

Vhex laughs helplessly. “Relax how? Have you seen that fucking mouth?”

“Be good. I’m working.” I caress the insides of his taut thighs, all business.

Or I’m supposed to be working?

I’m totally not trembling.

Nope. Not me. Not at all.

Vhex’s pink cock pulses, drawn tight to his lower stomach. Face-to-face, it’s less bubblegum stick and more folding umbrella—long, thick, and telescoping.

I’m more worried about losing an eye than an ache in my jaw.

I sigh as I duck, opening to his soul.

The deeper we connect our bodies, the more intensely everything we are entwines.

Don’t think about what happens when it’s time to cut the cord.

I need to focus on the moment.

And on his big, candy cock.

His energy is so much easier to tame when I have him on his back and totally under my control.

Gripping his hot shaft, I slide his head between my lips.

With a muffled, “ fuck ,” Vhex bucks his hips.

Our silks weave, flirting at that edge of permanent we’ll never be able to hit. But the more Vhex pushes, the more of him I feel.

More pleasure, more pain.

Then fear.

Not even halfway to his thick base, I pause to breathe and tease his vein.

There’s a prickle in my throat.

When I release him, his spring-loaded cock bounces back into my hand.

What does the devil have to fear from me?

“What’s wrong?” I ask, giving him a gentle stroke.

“Nothing,” he murmurs, “I?—”

A hot tongue hits the back of my thigh.

Its long, rough lick bastes my burn wound. The unexpected jolt arches my spine.

“Ah!” The shadows unzip down my thighs. Startled by the blood flowing back into my legs, I fall forward.

I catch myself around Vhex, ending half-upside down.

Twisted and trembling, I lock gazes with two crimson eyes that glower from a mass of shadows in vaguely human shape.

A pulse thumps from my freed pussy.

I dripped to my fucking calves.

“Drink,” Remy rasps.

He’s a tentacle monster, grabbing for me with hands and silks and more wisps of shadows than I could fight off, even if I wanted to resist. His shadows cuff, then spread my ankles.

“No blood.” Not yet. I grip Vhex’s thighs and arch my back in invitation as I latch into Remy’s soul. “Everything else is yours.”

“Fucking no it’s not,” Vhex snarls and starts to buck.

“You want me to stop?” I dig my nails into his thighs as I lower my mouth.

“ No ,” Vhex’s voice cracks. Shuddering, he grabs my wrists to lock my grip in place. “Don’t stop.”

His soul gives one of those wobbly marshmallow quavers I’m such a fucking sucker for.

Before I can melt, Remy’s tongues take their drink.

Shadow hands spread my ass, parting me obscenely wide. With Remy’s soul-silks licking my inner thighs, every caress jolts me with his deepest thoughts.

The sharp edge of his thirst is nothing compared to flashes from the man underneath the madness.

He feels… complete .

Because of me?

I’d ask how, but his flesh-and-blood mouth finds my pussy from behind.

Shadows nudge me open, and too many tiny tongues to count massage a slow circle around my clit.

“Nnh!” My lower body tightens, my toes cramping.

I fight the release.

Not yet. Not now.

As I contort, my cheek rubs Vhex’s waiting cock.

“I want to light you up,” he whispers.

“What?” I pant, hips rocking as Remy makes up for a century of missed meals. His tongues hollow me out while he slurps and teases with a hint of fang.

“You glow blue when you’re desperate. Pretty .” Vhex licks his fang. “My firefly.”

My stomach flip-flops.

I was supposed to be in control.

How?

One duke, I can handle.

But two of them at once?

Holy stars, I’m doomed.

Bracing on hands and knees, I meet Vhex’s eyes and hold. I can’t lie with our souls interwoven, but I don’t have to show him the whole truth.

I flash him my confidence in the only thing I can be confident about, spread between two men designed to break my walls. I can heal them . “I’ll make your soul glow, too.”

Even pinker than his cock.

He cups my cheeks with those half-monster hands big enough to cradle my whole face. Vhex’s touch is as soft as the smile already turning his soul to cotton candy clouds. “Show me what you’ve got, Firefly.”

The plunge of Remy’s deepest tongue gives me an excuse to fold.

Breaking eye contact, I drop to Vhex’s cock.

Remy’s shadow-hold supports most of my weight, making it easy to free a hand and guide Vhex’s molten tip to my lips.

As I lick his shaft, I copy the motion with my silks, always working to heal his soul. When I part my lips and slide him between, I slip my silks into his magic veins.

“So fucking good,” Vhex moans. He grabs a fistful of blankets, his other hand digging through my hair just hard and soft enough.

I explore Vhex’s bumps and ridges, using the skin contact to speed up soothing his burnt silks.

Remy is done exploring.

He’s on to the plundering phase.

Shadow tongues thrust into me in a massaging, circular motion, filling me again and again, then feeding my wetness to Remy’s mouth.

He slurps, fucking drinking me down.

I drip.

Tremble.

Starry hell.

Remy gives my wounds the same attention, lovingly licking dozens of cuts and scrapes I don’t remember getting.

I work through his maddening attention, somehow pulling the man out of the shadow-beast.

His thoughts are so one-track, it doesn’t matter if he’s gripping me with hands or claws.

He wants more.

Moremoremoremoremore.

My body gives him what he craves.

Happily .

My knees quake in little waves. I moan around Vhex’s cock. Breaking off to gasp, I tremble with my cheek against his groin.

His cock was pink.

Now it’s red, with every little bump and spring-loaded ridge inflamed. His fin spasms as his abs clench.

He hasn’t orgasmed.

Serves him right.

“Firefly,” Vhex sing-songs, all smoky and hypnotic as he tilts my head. “It hurts.”

“No it doesn’t.” I tease his shaft with a fingertip, enjoying his quake.

“Not there,” he rasps. “ Here .”

My gaze snaps to his lips.

The throb of his fang knifes my gums, and that itchy, candle-wax sensation melts through my veins even hotter than before.

I thumb his bite mark on my throat. “I… I want?—”

“A change of scenery?” Remy drawls.

With dozens of tongues buried in my pussy, I’m not sure how he can spare one to speak so smooth.

When I blink, I find him fully human. No more shadows covering his carved face. Only a hint of claw and pointed ear.

Is my pussy that fucking magical?

“Wonderful idea,” he continues, talking to himself. “Let me show you to our suite.”

Shadows wrap me tight.

As Remy spirits me away, Vhex’s angry roar echoes through the dark.