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and fall into bed with two mortals of his choosing. But what are the odds their sex play will involve chocolate, too?"
    Fariel snorted. “More likely he'll be eating chocolate after indulging in a frozen dinner while watching the news. Alone. You have nothing to fear, Illian. Tell our brothers we'll be able to feed for a long, long time."
    "You've done well.” With a quick salute of his shadowy hand, Illian disappeared. His vanishing act lessened the aura of menace in the room.
    Silvana pressed her fingertips to her mouth and watched as Fariel's darkened form lifted off the floor and hovered over the bed. Blurry details scattered in a monochromatic haze, drawing her attention to a thick, erect shaft and the contour of strong hips and thighs.
    Rafael slept on, completely oblivious to the threat.
    The urge to bolt from the safety of her hiding place and warn him, jolted the muscles of her legs. Before she could move, the fringes of the dream began to fray.
    Silvana held her breath. Through a swirl of dream fog, she watched Fariel drop slowly and enter Rafael's body.
    Rafael stirred. A groan escaped his lips and his chest heaved. A moment later, he settled back into a fitful sleep.
    "Hang on, Rafe,” she whispered. “I'm coming."
    "Silvana? Siiiiiiiiil ... vaaaaaaa ... na!"
    Consciousness returned in a dazed rush. Silvana bolted upright in bed, clinging to Paul's shoulders. “How long was I out?"
    He scrunched his nose in confusion, so she shook him.
    "How long?” she repeated.
    "Two minutes, maybe? Three?"
    She swiveled and lowered her legs over the side of the bed, cringing when a flash of pleasure-pain coursed through her pussy. Glancing down, she saw that the chocolate dildo remained embedded deep in her channel. She pulled it out slowly, shuddering when her empty pussy gave a flutter of discomfort.
    "I gotta tell you, Sil, passing out doesn't exactly give a guy an ego boost, y'know?"
    She tossed the dildo onto the nightstand. Grabbing for her clothes, she shot a quick smile Paul's way. “I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just ... just wait here, okay?"
    He scratched a spot behind his ear and frowned. “You're leaving?"
    "Just for a minute. I'll be right back.” She wiggled into her jeans while shoving her arms into her shirt. Then, seeing the look of wretched misery etched on Paul's features, she ran to him, stood on tiptoes, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Please stay."
    He sighed and dropped into a sitting position on the bed. His erection bobbed and slapped his stomach. “Don't tell me. You fight crime in your spare time?"
    "Nothing quite so heroic. But you're going to help me save someone's sanity.” And my own .
    Paul quirked an eyebrow. “I am?"
    "Yep.” She winked at him. “And you'll love every minute of your good deed."
    Without waiting for a response, she dashed for the door, flung it open, and scrambled down the steps, taking them three at a time. Rafael had to still be downstairs. If he wasn't, she had no idea where to find him. He had to be there. He had to.
    Muggy night air hit her face as she stumbled from the building onto the top step of the front landing. She came to a grinding halt on bare feet, scraping her soles against the pavement.
    Her heart gave a galloping lurch. Rafael stood right where she'd left him, under the streetlamp on the opposite sidewalk, looking almost as miserable as Paul had before she'd run out of the apartment.
    As though he could sense her watching him, Rafael lifted his head. Their gazes met. Joy slammed into her chest, causing her breath to catch in her throat. The sultry heat in his eyes pulled her forward like the invisible tug of a puppeteer's string.
    She crossed the street without bothering to look both ways. Fog drifted in gray patches around Rafael's feet, making him appear almost as otherworldly as the incubi from her dreams.
    Except he was human, and posed no threat to her. Unless they both fell asleep—but she didn't intend to