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I was speechless.

“That said,” Niko continued, still watching Roan, “whateverthe demon might be, I’m guessing it wants to meet our beautiful treluria’s needs, yes?”

“It… He…” Clearing his throat, Roan gave a careful nod. “Yes.”

“And her needs include being given as many screaming orgasms as she can withstand, correct?”

Roan’s dark eyes were wide and unblinking. He nodded again.

“But—” Niko grinned. “—she won’t get as many of those as she deserves unlessallof us are safe and alive, don’t you agree?”

Another nod. “I do.” A tight shudder. “W-we do.”

A tiny breath left me. I loved Niko. He was actually reasoning with the demon on Roan’s behalf.

Maybe even proving—gods help me—that no one needed todiefor the sake of sex.

“So then, we probably shouldn’t keep her waiting, should we? Considering our beautiful princess will probably need…” Niko’s gaze slid back to me, his brow rising in implicit question of whether I was okay with this too. “What would you say, treluria? At least a dozen orgasms before you’re ready for sleep?”

My core twisted, hot and needy, and I sent a prayer up to the gods that Roan’s condition ofdeathwould never need to be tested. “I’d like that.”

Niko’s smile grew. “Guess we better get started then.” Extending a hand to me, he beckoned me back to the bed and then gave an encouraging look to Roan. “Right?”

A hint of a low, hungry growl left Roan. With a short nod, he urged me back toward Niko.

I went, climbing across the expansive mattress and beneath blankets sized for a giant.

But when I looked back, Roan wasn’t following. His eyes darted to the window, checking briefly, and then to the closed door.

Grunting something inarticulate, he strode over to a massive wardrobe in one corner of the room. Made of solid wood and built like it could house a small family, the thing looked like it weighed a ton.

Shoving it across the gritty tile, Roan moved the entire thing to block the window.

A breath left me, and Niko whispered a soft curse. Clearly I wasn’t the only one who thought that—like the massive doors in the hallway—moving that thing single-handedly should have been impossible.

At least… for someone besides the demon.

Maybe there really was something to Niko’s theory about those two.

Turning back sharply, Roan pinned me with a hot, hungry look. Slowly, he stalked toward me. I suddenly felt like prey trapped in the gaze of a predator. In spite of myself, I scooted back on the mattress, instinct telling me to flee.

While desire whispered with hope that he’d catch me.

“Uh-uh,” Niko cautioned, grinning.

Something brushed my wrist, tearing my gaze from the men.

Vines were growing from cracks in the walls, making their way across the floor and up onto the bed. One caressed my wrist, the green tendril thickening by the second. Another twisted across the bed, heading for my other arm, while two more pushed below the blankets on their way to my ankles.

“She likes being tied up?” Roan’s voice was tight and dark with desire.

Niko made a noise of confirmation. “She even liked me fucking her with these.” His eyebrow rose. “Didn’t you?”

I nodded, short and jerky. “Yes.”

A ragged, hungry sound left Roan.

Niko grinned. “Well, treluria. I think my friend wants to see that.”

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