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Lake nodded like that was what he’d expected to hear and then removed the toy, smirking like the bastard he was when Nix groaned as he was emptied. He undid the belt next, adjusting Nix’s shirt.

“What about the come?” Nix asked with a scowl as Lake pulled the two halves together and redid the single button that had survived his terror earlier, covering the mess but in no way dealing with it. Sure, he’d fed him some of it, but not all, and pretty soon that was going to start to dry and itch. Not his idea of a good time.

“It stays on until we get back home.”

“Seriously?”

Lake picked up the rest of Nix’s clothes off the ground and tossed them at him. “Get dressed. Quickly. Unless you want to walk back to campus?”

For a moment, despite all the threats, Lake had seemed more like the man Nix had spoken with before coming to Foxglove.

He’d forgotten Maestro wasn’t real.

Had lost himself to sensation.

It wouldn’t happen again.

Nix pulled on his pants, angry at the way his ass smarted and how the rest of his body felt amazing in the afterglow.

Lake was also in the process of putting his clothes back on when his multi-slate rang. After a glance, he answered, “Yeah?”

“Where are you?” West’s voice came through the tiny speaker on the side of the device. “The Order is asking for us.”

“I’ll be there shortly,” Lake replied, then paused, eyes finding Nix’s.

Nix frowned and mouthed what, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

“By the way,” Lake drawled.

“Yeah?” The sound of a car door slamming came through the line. “Spit it out, what is it?”

“Nixie says I taste better than you.” A single curse word managed to come through before Lake ended the call.

Nix stared at him, completely at a loss for words. He only reacted when Lake stepped toward him and pressed his thumb against the massive hickey he’d left at the side of his neck, and even then, all he could do was wince and pull away.

“Call me an asshole again, Songbird,” Lake said. “I dare you.”

Chapter 13:

“Why did you need to come here?” Grady suspiciously stared at Hunters Cross, the main art building on the east side of campus. It was a two-level structure with high ceilings they could see even from out on the pathway. “Are you taking an art elective?”

“No.” Nix sighed. Last night, when he’d returned to their dorm, Grady had tried his best not to push about the event at lunch, but he’d only lasted ten or so minutes before making his discomfort known.

The first day was already an indicator of that enough, but he’d reminded Nix about his warning not to get involved with the Demons, and Nix hadn’t known how to explain things, so…He’d mostly just mumbled he was figuring it all out and he was sorry Grady had been involved. The thing was, that wasn’t even a lie.

Nix was still trying to figure it all out. He’d signed the NDA—or contract, or whatever it’d really been, since he’d never gotten any serious answers—but after the wild sex they’d had in the office, Lake had simply driven them both back to school and dropped Nix off in front of his dorm. They’d barely said two words on the drive over, despite all of the questions swirling in his mind. Mostly, he’d been too high-strung to sort through his thoughts enough to ask any of them.

That, and he’d been scratching at his chest, glowering at the dried come coating his skin and the way his ass still smarted from having the toy shoved into it with no preparation.

Before, rough and vulgar sex hadn’t been his forte, but he’d realized that had started to change once he’d met Maestro. That thrill and dash of embarrassment he’d felt whenever the ping of his computer announced it was broadcasting and he was being watched had set something off in him that he hadn’t been aware of prior.

This wasn’t the time or the place for a sexual awakening, though. He wasn’t here for self-discovery. He was here to—

His multi-slate dinged, and he twisted his wrist, wincing when he saw it wasn’t a text but a message through the Enigma app.

Incubus: You’re late.

Nix had received a message from the same sender in the middle of his last class with Grady, ordering him to Hunters Cross by two pm. The clock at the right corner of his device told him it was now one minute past.