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excuses, now?”
    She was on her knees now, her hands ripping at his belt. And
when she spoke, she sounded more like herself. “This is about to get real in
a…very real way.”
    “Yeah,” Zeth agreed, his voice strained. She pressed her
right hand against his length and rubbed him gently as her other hand pulled at
his zipper. Then his cock was free— God yes —and straining for her
wonderful, brassy mouth.
    “Hey!” she cried. “Watch it! You nearly got my eye.”
    “Well, then don’t lean in so close, you moron. What’d you
think would happen?”
    “I’m not trying to lean in.”
    Yeah, he knew that. Just as she wasn’t trying to rip
his jeans down his legs. Just as she had no say in yanking his shoes off his
feet. None of this was what she wanted. Message received: loud and clear. But
this warring back and forth was between his nature and his humanity was taking
its toll. It was one thing to be out of control of his actions; it was
something entirely different to be blamed for his every move by someone who not
only understood what was happening, but likewise had no control over herself.
    Fuck it. Might as well go for broke.
    “Like you haven’t dreamed of my cock.”
    “You’re depraved.”
    “And you’re on your knees in front of me. What does that
make you?”
    Raegan hissed through her teeth and winced when her mouth
neared his cock, her lips parting to accommodate him.
    “Hexed,” she gritted out, her tongue indulging in a long lap
of his cockhead. “And pissed off.”
    The first feel of her silken tongue rendered him lost. Zeth
gasped, his eyes rolling back and his hands flying to her face. “Oh Christ,” he
panted, surging forward and forcing his cock farther down her throat. “More.
God, more. Take me in deeper.”
    “I’ your ‘reamsph.’” She attempted a growl, which made her
throat vibrate around his length.
    Zeth couldn’t keep himself from moaning, even with his
temper on the rise again. He’d hate himself in a few minutes for his behavior,
but now need pulled at his nerves, combating with confusion and anger. He
snarled and fisted her hair, driving his dick deeper down her throat. “Fine,”
he spat. “Talk. I don’t care what you say.”
    Raegan tried to protest again, instead earning more cock
down her throat.
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    “I ha’e you,” she spat.
    “Trust me. Memo received.”
    Her hate didn’t keep her from pulling hard on his cock every
time he thrust into her mouth, nor did it keep her tongue from swirling around
his belled head. Zeth swore and focused on the ceiling, grating his teeth and
doing his best to stem his warring conscience. The nice thing that came with
being a perceived monster was the lack of expectation in following society’s
rules. He knew he could look at her and easily brush off his conduct tonight on
being something other than human.
    He could feed Raegan his excuse, and he knew she’d believe
it. But he didn’t want her to believe it. He didn’t want her to believe this
was what he was like. And he didn’t really want her like this . With
Raegan forced to her knees by the hand of a spell neither could see, no matter
how wonderful her mouth felt around his prick. No matter however much her body
might be reacting to him, and he knew it was. He could smell her liquid heat,
and the taste of her excitement lingered still on his tongue.
    Zeth knew how much he’d hate himself tomorrow, and yet he
couldn’t stop. He couldn’t keep from thrusting so hard against her that his
balls slapped her chin, nor could he help his treacherous mind from picturing
her on the mattress, her warm skin under his, her legs spread, her cunt slick
and ready for him.
    “Know why…you’re such a hothead,” Zeth said, stealing a
glimpse of her. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth had him
dancing dangerously close to orgasm already.
    The only thing that held him back was his growing shame.
    Stop talking, you motherfucking