“He took on the form of your father to seduce your mother. Taking the form of a lab assistant is easy enough for a God with his powers,” Zhang says.
“But why?” Merrick asks.
“To trigger my Godly powers,” I murmur. Zhang’s fingers tighten. He must know something about that, but there’s no way he knows everything about it. He doesn’t know what the manifesting of my powers looks like if he mistook what happened just now for my impending demise.
“Is that what that was?” he says.
“Pretty sure,” I say.
“Then … it really is tied to your star, and it’s happened before.” His muscles unknot. “I’d much rather that than the thought of you dying.”
“Thank you,” I say to Zhang, digging my fingers into his silky tresses for support.
“For what?”
“Took me a while, but I figured out that you’ve been watching this happen for longer than I’d realized. It must have been awful for you,” I say.
The corners of his lips twitch. “I got to be your rescuer, Princess Peach.”
He kisses my forehead, and I scowl. “I take it back, and just for that, you don’t get the sandwich I had planned on making you. Also, Mair, I could use another hit. I think the angel booze is wearing off.”
“No. That’s not what it’s for,” he says.
“C’mon,” Zhang decides out loud before I can complain. “We can’t do anything about anything tonight, but we can make you feel good.”
“We?” I say, peeking up from Zhang’s chest.
“Best idea you’ve had yet, Centaurus,” Merrick says. “I’m game.”
* * *
They undress me in a tag-team fashion as soon as we return to our room.
“Are we ready for this step?” I ask as Merrick tugs my pants down. “You two only just got over wanting to kill each other.”
“Over it?” Zhang says. “Not over it. A truce. That means we put our desire to kill the other on hold until … well, we didn’t flesh that part out.”
“In other words, this is a terrible idea,” I protest, but it’s a feeble protest. Zhang’s nibbling on his favorite place on my neck, which also happens to be my favorite place for him to nibble. I don’t have the willpower to turn that shit down. Plus, Terrible Idea is my middle name.
“You don’t want your life force sucked out through your cock?” Merrick says from where he is on his knees below me.
Yeah, on his knees.
Merrick doesn’t get on his knees for much. I must have jumped timelines or something.
“No, fuck. I mean no I don’tnotwant … oh Gods, just please suck my dick, Mair.”
“Okay.”
“Wait, you okay now?”
“A lot better. I’ll require more wing oil and some of your tender touch, but I’m only achy now. Not wanting to die.”
I knew it! Bastard.
His mouth closes over my cock, and I stop thinking about his festering wings. My hips buck upward. “Hold him still,” Merrick demands, popping his mouth off my cock.
Zhang’s meaty hands cross my wrists and pin them at my lower back. His lips trail kisses everywhere, especially in the sensitive spots he’s mapped out, and I don’t have the will to be mad about their continued tag-teaming. Clearly, it’s for my benefit and I need to shut the fuck up.
