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“This soaked already.” He works his fingers inside me, unhurried and maddening. Two fingers slide back and forth over my clit. “Watching them kiss each other.”

I am. Because in front of me Leif slowly pushes Davi to the cold locker room floor. Davi unzips Leif’s pants and without a moment of hesitation he drinks my boss’s cock down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s tasted all year.

This time the moan is mine.

Enzo’s free hand closes over my breast, thumb rolling my nipple in time with the fingers inside me. My hips chase his hand, shameless, because arousal with nowhere to go is just masochism.

I am not a masochist. Not tonight at least.

Leif’s fingers fist in Davi’s hair, guiding him, and I drag my eyes up the long line of my boss’s body to his face. The face I’ve watched across two years of meetings and breakroom small talk, finally coming apart, finally letting go.

And then I see it. His face.

“What…”

Enzo works a third finger into me and the question dissolves into the thick stretch of him filling me, in and out, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet.

Davi pulls off Leif’s cock with a gasp, mouth wet, eyes glassy, drunk on it. He looks up at him as though he’s the only one in this world worth living for.

And for a small moment I wonder what that feels like. To worship someone so much that the word love is a pale comparison for the way Davi looks at Leif.

Leif steps back and turns to me. Those light eyes watch me and for the first time I see lust in his gaze at me. Desire. Need. All of it sends pleasure coursing through my body. He walks toward me slowly and I am looking right at him, right at what I saw a second ago and lost.

The fangs.

“Oh, those are good.” I tilt my head, genuinely impressed, the way I’d admire a donor’s watch before talking him out of his money. “Custom, right? They have to be custom. The drugstore ones never sit right on the lateral incisor.”

Behind me Enzo goes still. His mouth pressing kisses at my throat, just stops. His breath ghosts across the sensitive skin. My pulse climbs to meet it, slamming against the thin skinlike it wants to be found. He waits. Lets the gap between my hammering heart and his still one stretch.

Leif doesn’t answer the question. He just lets me look, the way you let a child finish a theory about where rain comes from.

“Fangs,” he says finally. Two long canines press into his lower lip, white and wrong and real. Like the word is supposed to do something.

It doesn’t do the thing.

“Mm-hm. Very committed. I respect the bit, I really do.”

“She thinks you’re playing,” Davi says it to Leif, not to me. There’s something almost gentle in it.

“I think you’re the most beautiful collective psychotic break I’ve ever had against a locker,” I correct. “There’s a difference. I’m being generous.”

“Generous.” Davi’s mouth tips. “She’s calling it generous.”

“Some women would’ve left. I’m staying. Through the fangs, through the…” I wave a hand at all of it, the suit, the swirling eyes, the teeth. “Theater. That’s generosity. That’s me being a very good sport about a very elaborate kink.”

And all through the conversation Enzo’s fingers never stop. Never slowing and never speeding up. The pace is almost maddening.

“Come for us, Hadley,” Leif says into the middle of my unraveling.

The sting comes a few moments later. Then the pleasure, so much of it the word gives out and goes home. Enzo’s mouth seals over the wound and my knees forget their job entirely.

When I come, it tears out of me. My body answering to his order, and through the whole thing Enzo keeps fucking me with his fingers, my own arousal loud enough to embarrass a less ruined woman.

“Vampires, Hadley.” Davi says watching me carefully. “They can’t tell you, but I can.”

“Sure.” I’m still coming down, generous with everything right now, including their delusion. “And the museum’s haunted and the gift shop’s a portal. I’ll play.”

“Hadley.” Davi steps closer, and for a second the teasing drops clean out of his voice. “We’re not being good sports back. You understand that? This isn’t the part where you find out it was a prank.”