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"I don't have to go today," Zane says, combing a hand through his hair as he paces across the bedroom. "I could wait."

"It'll be fine," I say. "I won't be alone. Kieran will be here too."

"Kieran isn't the one I'm worried about."

"I know who you're worried about. But he's fine, really. Morgan just takes in your energy when you're around. You two are just bad for each other—like oil and water, you don't mix."

He nods and sweeps a hand across his face.

"Alright," he says with a sigh. "I'm going to have a shower."

He pulls off his T-shirt with a swift motion, exposing his hard chest and perfectly carved abs.

Dayumn.

He walks into the bathroom and a moment later I hear the water turn on.

I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling as I try to distract my mind from the thought of the incredibly gorgeous naked man being drenched in water in the next room. Part of me wants to stay comfortable in bed, but another part of me has a sudden urge to take a shower.

Well, you know that they say—if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

I jump out of bed and head straight for the bathroom. The door is cracked open slightly so I can sneak in easily. The room is filled with warm steam and I can smell Zane's rosemary shampoo in the air.

If I surprise him, would that be sexy or would I just get a Siren kick to the face?

"Need something, love?" he asks.

"How did you know I was here? I thought I was being so quiet."

"Quiet to human ears, maybe. Plus I can smell you."

That's never going to not be weird.

"That's such a creepy thing to say."

"Sorry," he says with a chuckle. "What are you looking for?"

Before I have a chance to back out, I slide my panties down and pull off my shirt.

"I'm looking for you," I say, pulling back the curtain just enough to slip in behind him.

He turns to look at me over his shoulders. His eyes are wide with surprise, but quickly narrow and darken as he takes in my naked form. The green begins to fill his irises as a smile grows on his face.

"Is that so?" he asks, turning around and sweeping his hair out of his face.

Tiny water droplets coat his body and trace the contours of his muscles as they drip down his torso. His curls are even darker and dripping wet.

Oh yeah, this was a good idea.

"Well you've found me, baby," he says with a devious expression.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, his warm chest pressing into mine as he returns it with fervor. His tongue sweeps over my lower lip and his hands reach my hips, turning me around in a quick motion.

He starts to kiss the back of my neck as one of his hands makes its way to my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers and rolling it as I moan.

...a very, very good idea.

He bites at my neck with a bit of a growl and my head falls back into his shoulder. I feel his bulge straining against my backside. His other hand heads lower and in minutes I'm biting my lip and holding back an orgasm to avoid my legs collapsing beneath me.

He takes a step back and guides me forward slightly so that my palms are against the wall of the shower. In an almost torturously slow movement, he sinks into me and I'm overwhelmed with a sense of fullness.

His fingers continue to bring me closer as his thrusts have my legs shaking. He scoops an arm around me to help support me as he continues, his own movements becoming increasingly erratic.

My skin is coated in beads of moisture and I can't tell what is my own sweat or water from the shower. My breathing gets heavier as the pressure builds in my core. In seconds, I come undone, most of my weight falling onto Zane's supportive arm as he rides the waves of his own release.

After a moment of heavy panting, we both sink to the floor of the shower in bliss, giggling to each other. My legs are jelly—or maybe just mush.

Yep. Officially a good idea.

*****

After another hour or so of sleep, I make my way down to the living room where I can hear Kieran and Morgan chatting.

"Good morning," I say, rubbing my bleary eyes.

"Sounded like it," Kieran says with a schoolgirl giggle.

"Oh shut up."

"I don't want to know," Morgan groans, putting a palm to his face. "Why are you wearing a hoodie that's twelve sizes too big for you?"

"Oh," I say, looking down to Zane's sweatshirt loosely hanging over my black t-shirt. He's right, I am swimming in this thing. "It's Zane's. I dunno why, but I couldn't find any of my sweaters this morning. I brought, like, three of them. You would think I would be able to find one."

Morgan scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Of course," he says. "I'm sure it's a coincidence."

Kieran seems to be smirking to himself over whatever this inside joke is, but neither of them seems to want to tell me.

"Where did Z-Man go this morning, anyway?" Kieran says. "I mean, after Pound Town, that is."

Morgan cringes at Kieran's comment while I choose to just ignore it.

"He and Kami are talking to the Council people about the next steps. It sounds like the Council is going to help them assemble a team to head to the volcano in Greece and fix everything."

"Well, that's good news, right?" Kieran says.

"I think so. I'm sure we'll hear more when they get back."

I take a seat next to Kieran on the couch and join in watching whatever they're watching. It seems to be some kind of British sitcom with teenagers.

After grabbing some breakfast and watching about a lifetime worth of British TV, Kieran decided to set up a game of croquet in the yard. It's hilarious to watch him try to figure out how to place the wickets as he curses under with breath.

"He has no idea what he's doing," Morgan says with a chuckle.

"No, no he doesn't," I say, shaking my head. "But it's the only game Zane had in the house and I think he's bored."

"He's pretty docile for an Incubus," he says. "Far less sex-crazed than most. Certainly doesn't seem to need to feed as often."

"Kieran?" I ask, almost choking on air. "You think Kieran is docile?"

"I've met plenty of Incubi and Succubi," he says. "In comparison, Kieran is quite reserved."

"Wow. I feel like I need to meet other Incubi now."

"Pretty sure your Siren would blow a blood vessel."

He's not wrong.

"So what's your deal, Morgan? What do you do when you're not defending badass demon-king-killers?"

He laughs and smiles at me.

"Nothing too interesting, honestly. I spend time at home, I garden, I drink with friends in the pub... most of my time is spent in the library."

"Why is that?" I ask. "Why are you always in the library?"

"Well, I like the quiet. I'm usually surrounded by other people's emotions. But in the uni library, most people are studying. There's not a lot of depth of emotion happening during studies—besides boredom that is."

"I guess that makes sense. What's the opposite of that, then? Where are people most emotional?"

"Hmm..." he says, pausing for a moment as he scratches his chin. "Airports are big ones. Government buildings. Ikea."

"Ikea?" I ask, laughing.

"People are at their worst when shopping for furniture."

"So you garden, drink, read... kind of sounds like my grandpa's dream life."

"Oi," he says, feigning hurt. "I may be 287-years-old, but that doesn't make me a grandpa."

Whoa.

"Wait, you're seriously 287?" I ask.

"Yeah. Finn's older than me. What's Zane at, anyway?"

"Oh, uh... 200."

Every once in a while I realize how weird these conversations are.

"See? For an Immortal, it's not that old. I still feel like that small-town boy."

"Born and raised in South Detroit?" I ask, snickering.

"What?" he asks, his brows furrowed.

I grab the TV remote and sing into it.

♫ "He took the midnight train goin' aaaannyyyywheeerre!"♫

He smirks and raises his eyebrows in surprise. I continue as he starts to laugh.

♫ "A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume!"♫

I hear Kieran singing along from outside.

Morgan's eyes catch mine for a moment and he smiles a genuine smile, which for him can be few and far between.

"I uh..." he says. "I think your Siren is home."

"Oh, really?" I ask.

"Yeah." He clears his throat a bit.

In a flurry, Kieran bursts through the door singing.

♫ "Don't stop, believin'! Hold on to that feeeeeeliinn'!"♫

He looks between us and sighs.

"Aww," he whines. "Did I miss the sing along?"

"Sorry mate," Morgan says. "I think Zane is almost home. I should get going."

"Huh?" Kieran squints and tilts his head. "No, I just got a text from him. They literally just left, should be back in like, forty minutes."

"Oh," Morgan says, his eyes flashing briefly with confusion but settling quickly. "My mistake."