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“Some, yeah, but I mostly go on the whole screaming and eyes rolling back into their head as the compliment.” He was back to being pleased with himself.

“Screaming, so girl,” I said.

“Mostly,” he said, “but oral sex is like kissing; close your eyes and you can’t tell who’s kissing you, only that it feels good.” He made an unhappy face. “Except for facial hair, and I can’t get past that.”

“No one in the bed has facial hair,” I said.

He smiled. “So it works out.”

What I wanted to ask was, did he honestly not have a preference between guy or girl, but I was afraid if I asked the question that he’d suddenly decide he did; I figured if we just kept acting like it was no big deal, he would just go along with it. I’d never been with anyone like this, where there wasn’t some strong preference one way or the other. It was a little unnerving.

Asher said, “Have you ever had a vampire go down on you?”

“No,” he said.

“Do you like pain?”

“You mean with sex?”

“I do.”

“Not that much.”

Asher opened his mouth wide, flashing the delicate but very there fangs. “Then you don’t want me going down on you.”

“Good point,” and then he laughed at his own accidental joke. “So, I go down on you?”

Asher blinked at him and then said with no change of expression, “That works for me.”

43

NORMALLY I HAVE trouble getting naked in front of a stranger, but Mephistopheles was so unembarrassed, so totally at home with it all, that it was almost impossible to be uncomfortable around him. If he honestly had as few hangups as it seemed, he’d be damn near refreshing.

The clothes came off, and he made good on his offer. Some men, like some women, will go down on someone, but they do it as if it’s a duty, something that’s expected, not something they enjoy. The new man closed his eyes and treated Asher’s body the way he’d treated touching our scars, like he wanted to feel every texture change in the other man’s body. He sucked, rolled, lipped, kissed, and just enjoyed everything he could do with Asher.

It was only when Asher shuddered, spine bowing, head thrown back against the pillows that Mephistopheles raised his face up and looked up the long line of Asher’s body. He drew his mouth off of him with a smile, hand still wrapped round the base of his penis. “You taste close.”

Asher could only nod.

Mephistopheles looked at the three of us on the other side of the bed. “Why are you just watching?”

“I like to watch,” Nathaniel said.

“I wanted to watch Asher’s reactions to what you were doing,” I said.

Micah said, “I knew they wanted to watch.”

He grinned at all of us, his hands still playing around Asher’s body so that he kept him long and hard, and didn’t lose any ground. “Trade me,” he said.

Micah and I blinked at him. I said, “What?”

Nathaniel said, “Okay.” He moved from between us and crawled toward them. I was beginning to get the idea that maybe Nathaniel was more comfortable with a lot of things than we were, but without anyone else in the bed that comfortable, he’d been gentle with us.

Micah put me very firmly in front of his body. I got the distinct impression that it was one thing for Nathaniel to have crossed certain bridges after two years, but a different issue for a strange man. I would have said I was projecting, but the firm grip he had on my shoulders, and the fact that he stretched my body down the length of his as he lay back against the bed, both mirrored what Jean-Claude and Richard had been doing with Envy, and used my body as a happy shield.

I was caught between watching Mephistopheles crawling to us, nude and erect for the first time, and Nathaniel settling himself between Asher’s legs. I watched Nathaniel’s mouth slide over Asher, and felt the sight of it tighten things low and hard in my body. I’d enjoyed seeing Mephistopheles go down on Asher, but I’d enjoyed Asher’s reactions to it more. But watching Nathaniel and Asher like that did more for me. It wasn’t just watching men doing each other; it was watching the men I loved do each other.

Hands stroked my hips, then slid inside my thighs. It made me gaze down at the man who was settling between my legs. He slid his hands under my ass. “You are beautiful,” he said,