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“Perhaps,” Chaos said, clearly not convinced.
“You think it was something else?” Grim asked.
Chaos shrugged. “Seems significant that it happened to all of us in a short span of time. Do you know of any reason that might happen?” he asked, pinning me with his gaze.
I shook my head. “No, but then I didn’t exactly have a mentor in the sexual demon arts, so my education is spotty. I can look into it, though, if that would make you feel better.”
“I think that might be for the best. If only to confirm Malice’s theory,” Chaos said.
“Do you think she was feeding on us while we slept?” Grim asked.
“Doubtful. My dream wasn’t sexual. It was... kinda sweet, actually.” I smiled as flashes of the fantasy filled my head.Without meaning to, I started humming the melody of the song. My fingers itched to put it to paper.
“Same here. For the most part. No sex, though. Not much for her to feed off of.” Malice cut a glance at Grim. “What about you?”
Death looked uncharacteristically sheepish.
“Aw, he’s blushing,” I teased.
“I am not.”
“Are so.”
“Am not.”
“Are s?—”
“Shut up!” he snapped. “Yes, okay. Mine was sexual.”
“Did she call you Daddy?”
He shoved me so hard I went over the back of a sofa.
“So that’s a yes, then,” I said as I got to my feet. I snickered, recalling how potent his lust had been every time she’d called him that in his little video. God, his arousal had been a much-needed snack. My mouth watered as I realized how hungry I was. I needed to feed. ASAP.
“Chaos, you’re awfully quiet,” Malice observed.
“Mine was sexual. Very sexual.”
“We’re gonna circle back to that in a little bit,” I said.
“No. We’re not.”
Malice made a soft, considering sound. His arms were crossed and his gaze averted as he surmised, “So only two of us had sexual dreams. That means we can’t say with any certainty that Merri was behind it.”
“But we also can’t rule it out,” Chaos said.
“Well, something has made her take a big step back from us, and whatever it is, we need it fixed.” I dragged a hand through my hair and sighed, fighting the slightly woozy feeling threatening to make me sway. “I have to feed, and soon. So does she. She’s not getting what she needs from her cammingsessions but won’t come to us for help. If this goes on much longer, she’s going to accidentally kill Christian in the kitchen.”
“He’s off-limits,” Malice warned. “We need him.”
“I’m just stating the obvious. If she and I aren’t feeding off each other or you three, he’s the only viable candidate left. Sex demons gotta fuck, or however the saying goes.”
“That’s not a saying,” Malice said.
“Should be.”
Grim let out a frustrated breath. “The bigger issue here is that we have to breed her. Sex is an obvious and vital part of achieving our goal. There is no time to waste. It’s a matter of when, not if, he finds her. Her womb cannot be empty when he does. And with every Prince that’s released, Lucifer grows stronger, and his army swells. The sooner she’s bred, the weaker he will be, thus the easier to defeat.”
