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Eilam turned the man’s head.

And came face to face with… himself.

Eyes popped open and the thing inside the armoire rose to full height. Eilam backed away as the man stretched before turning around to fully face him. The imposter was naked, and almost immediately grew hard.

What the fuck?

“Who are you?”

“Eilam,” the man said without emotion.

“No… I’m Eilam. Who are you?”

“No, I’m Eilam,” the thing parroted. “Who are you?”

Just then, a portal opened into the room. The king backed in… followed by Noah.

Noah glanced at the bed—and when he apparently didn’t see Eilam—he then turned to see two of them. Noah frowned, freezing where he stood.

“What is it?” the king asked before turning to see what Noah stared at.

“A better question for you,” Eilam said, his voice sounding like gravel. “What is it?”

The Eilam clone crossed the room and grabbed the king. Noah and Eilam both jumped forward—Noah a bit more spritely—but Eilam paused as he watched the clone kiss the king’s neck.

As the clone tried to take the king’s shirt off.

“Stop! Stop!” the king cried, his voice sounding panicked.

The clone stopped mid-movement, its eyes closing.

“Return to your cupboard,” the king said. “And then power down.”

Eilam watched his twin turn and return to the armoire he’d found the thing inside. It climbed inside, appeared to shut off, and then the king swept over to slam the door shut. Eilam stumbled a few steps before Noah moved in to help. Once he was seated back on the bed, he looked at the king. “What is that?”

“What are you doing out of bed?” the king asked instead of answering.

“I had to piss,” Eilam said, his throat burning, but he didn’t care. He needed answers. “What is that?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” the king cried.

“He’s a sex toy,” Noah murmured, a broad smile growing on his face. “That’s how he’s been able to deny us this long. He has his own personal Eilam to fuck whenever he wants.”

The king turned scarlet as Eilam watched. “No… that’s not what he is.”

“Then what is he?” Eilam demanded, pinning the king with a glare.

The king was silent a moment. He lifted his chin arrogantly and gazed at Eilam. “I am beholden to no one. I need not answer your questions.”

Noah moved closer to the king and drew the warlock into his arms. Without a word, Noah captured their mate’s lips. The king pushed against Noah’s chest and tried to pull his head away.

At first.

But soon, his hands slid along Noah’s bare flesh, his lips eagerly returning the kiss. Noah lifted the king slightly, rocking his hips against the man.

Eilam was weakened, but not so much that the sight of his brother bear kissing their mate didn’t have an effect on him. He felt his cock thickening; the need that had been assaulting him for months so thick in his blood that he felt his control vanish.

“Stop this!” the king cried before shoving Noah back.

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