Page 88 of Laid Bare

Zane and Bane clamber to their feet, staggering and shaking their heads.

“You want proof?” Zane thunders, black smoke pluming from his nose.

Bane shakes his head. “Don’t, Zane. Just leave it alone.”

“No, brother. I won’t just leave it alone. She wants proof that fucking bad? Fine. I’ll give it to her. Then maybe she’ll let us explain.”

Zane’s wings twitch at his back, then in a blink, he’s straddling me on the bed. My wrists are held tight in his grip, and he forces them against the pillow under my head.

“Wha—” My words are cut off as Zane crushes his burning lips against mine, leaving a searing heat in his wake. I immediately melt under his touch, struggling against his hold so I can touch him, hold him to me so he can’t disappear.

His forked tongue prods at my lips, and I open for him, loving just how different it feels to my other mates.

Then he pulls back, our breaths choppy and our lips swollen.

“Now listen, and listen well, pinky,” he rumbles, dropping his bulk against my body. “You are our mate. Our fate’s damned mate, and no job is going to change that. You’re it for us. And as for last night, we didn’t prove it to you because you were drunk. I don’t know about you, but taking advantage of intoxicated women isn't really my style. I may be an incubus, but I have standards.”

Well, damn. He just schooled me, didn’t he?

But still…

“How do I know you’re not lying? I’m still working my way throughCuriomancers for Dummies, and I have no idea how my magic works to tell me who my mate is. I can’t smell my mate like a shifter can or just know like Luka. So how do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Lucifer’s anal itch, you’re fucking frustrating,” Zane groans. “Let me ask you, do you feel a pull to me? To Bane? Does something inside this stubborn ass heart of yours tell you that there’s something here?” He finally releases one of my hands and taps his finger against my breastbone.

“Snow.” I turn my head at the sound of Bane’s voice to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. “We’ve been drawn to you the second we showed up here. Do you remember the day we met? That was when Zane figured out you were his mate. His pheromones went haywire, and while you reacted to them, you were able to pull away. To stop it from happening. See, for incubi, their fated mates won’t get stuck in the tractor pull, for lack of a better word, of their pheromones.”

“Yeah, pinky. If you weren’t my fated, you would have mounted me and rode me like a bucking bronco without even realizing it,” Zane snickers, returning to his less serious self.

“And you?” I ask Bane, still facing him.

“Almost the same concept, snow. Our deal we made last night?—”

“I didn’t get my coffee because we’re mates?! What a fucking bummer,” I mutter, interrupting him.

“Are you satisfied now, pinky?” Zane drops his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell even better up close.” He starts placing open-mouthed kisses along my neck, sucking harder in some spots than others.

“No.” Zane stops mid-kiss at my declaration.

“No? You want me to stop?” he pouts, his swollen lips popped out.

“Gods no. But I won’t be satisfied until Bane proves it, too.”

“You heard her, brother,” Zane mutters, shifting his body half off of mine but still keeping me semi-pinned to the bed. “Prove to her she’s your mate and hurry the fuck up about it. I wasn’t done leaving love bites on her neck.”

“Zane!” I cry, aghast. “No hickeys, dammit.”

“Oh, relax. You can heal them away later. Now, chop chop, Baney. My dicks are so damn hard they hurt, and I need some relief.”

“D-d-dicks?” I stutter, thinking I heard him wrong. “As in plural?”

Zane’s lips curl in a smug as fuck grin, resembling the freaking Grinch. “You got it, pinky. Double dicks for double the pleasure.”

My brain short-circuits at that, frozen on the fact that this sex demon has been around me for months, and he’s been packing two damn cocks behind his trousers.

A light touch to my lips brings me back, the brush of Bane’s mouth hesitant, unsure. Insecurity and dare I say vulnerability flashes through his eyes, and he starts to retreat. Before he can, though, I grip his curled horn and pull him back, relishing in the groan he releases at my hold.

My lips massage his, nibbling at the pouty flesh. Then I feel him really start to respond, and it’s completely over from there.

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