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more about the sex.”
    I shook my head, my heart pounding. “No. I never thought about you like that before Miko touched me.”
    “The devil made you do it, huh?” He laughed. “It wasn’t because part of you wanted to keep your options open in case things didn’t work out with Cooper?”
    “No. No way. I never thought that,
ever
. Miko—”
    “Miko’s not here now.” He stepped even closer. I could feel the heat of his body, smell clove cigarettes and his girlfriend Opal’s perfume lingering on his jacket. The scents made me think of hot, dark nightclubs where nobody could quite see what you were doing with your date in the shadowed booths. “Are you still thinking about me?”
    “I … I …”
    My control was slipping; my subconscious was flinging hidden blades I didn’t know how to block. I turned to flee for the portal door, but the Warlock grabbed my arm and pulled me back, wrapping me in an embrace. His beard rubbed against my bare neck, and the sensation sent a thrill through me.
    “Let me go,” I said, my voice shaking. I could break free easily enough, throw him off and walk away, but I didn’t want to do any more violence to him. Even if this version of him wasn’t really him.
    “Of course I will, if that’s what you really want,” he said. I could smell whiskey and sex on his breath. “But nothing makes you quite so crazy as an itch you’re not allowed to scratch, does it? Wouldn’t it be better to get it all out of your system in here where it’s safe?”
    He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his words hot on my skin: “You might not survive Miko again. You could be dead tomorrow for all you know. You can’t have Cooper tonight, even if he makes it back intime. You can’t have
anyone;
you’re infected. Diseased. The viruses could kill you, too. But that doesn’t matter in here. You’re the goddess here. Do you really want to deny yourself this one last chance to experience something you might never have again?”
    I closed my eyes, feeling as though I were teetering on the head of a pin. “I’m safe in here.” It came out half mantra, half question.
    “You’re safe in here,” said a voice. It wasn’t the Warlock’s.
    I opened my eyes. A doppelganger of Cooper was standing in front of me, blocking my way to the portal door. He was bare chested, wearing only his tight tuxedo pants, his jaw closely shaven and his goatee neatly trimmed. He smelled like gingerbread spice and clean healthy man.
    “You can have whatever you want in here,” Cooper said, and what little willpower I had left crumbled like a child’s sand castle under a north shore wave.
    Cooper leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him in return, kissed him deeply, pulling his body to mine. With a thought, we were naked. The Warlock behind me was bared, too, and Cooper pressed me back into the hairy, muscular wall of his half brother’s body. My heart felt like a bird trying to flutter free from a cage of bone. The men rubbed against me, Cooper’s lips moving from my mouth down to my breasts, the Warlock kissing the back of my neck and gently biting my shoulders. The Warlock’s cock was hard against my hips, and Cooper was at warm, wet attention against my belly.
    “Do you like this?” Cooper asked.
    “Yes.” It was hard to speak.
    “Do you want more?” the Warlock asked.
    “Ohgodyes,” I breathed.
    Cooper slipped his hands down the back of my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as I slid down onto his delicious cock, my swollen flesh grinding against the rough patch of his pubic hair. The Warlock ran his hands lightly down my back to my ass, where he began to do the most amazing things with his fingers and tongue.
    The sensations were so strong and so hot that I came with a cry, clinging to Cooper’s sinewy body as he pushed himself into me, and the shudders had barely passed when the room tilted and I was lying back on the Warlock on the bed. He was filling me