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body. This man. This smooth flesh and that hardened cock…
    Dane ran his hands up and down Kon’s back as he kissed each knob of his spine. He didn’t have to ask if Kon was comfortable; not an ounce of tension remained. Kon let out a happy sigh as Dane stroked between his buttocks, but wriggle as he might, Kon was at the mercy of whatever Dane did or didn’t do.
    Enough of his conscience remained that he fumbled in his pants pocket for a condom. His cock throbbed with need, but he intended to fuck Kon as hard as possible before sating himself.
    He didn’t bother with lube. Instead, he bent down and licked the crease between Kon’s buttocks, stopping to linger on his asshole. He ran his tongue from rough to smooth and back again, committing the taste to memory before exploring Kon’s heated depths.
    Kon moaned. The sound drove Dane into a greater frenzy. He spat in his palms, wet his cock, and drove himself inside Kon.
    Panting, mouth wide, Kon scraped his forehead from side to side against the sheets. From his reaction, Dane was hitting all the right spots. Knowing that filled Dane with energy. More. More . Harder. Faster. Their bodies rocked together. Heat and energy built until Dane was certain he would burst with it all.
    Yet a body could only take so much, even one as willing as Kon’s. Kon climaxed first, a hoarse cry of pleasure wrenched from his throat as he strained within the ropes. The give and take of Kon’s body squeezing around his pushed Dane past the brink. Orgasm flooded him with a satiation unlike any other he’d experienced. No partner had ever been so accommodating, no encounter so perfect and physically and emotionally satisfying.
    Done, he flopped beside Kon, amazed by the strength and vigor running through him. Kon gazed at him, a sly, knowing smile twisting his lips.
    The mood was spoiled by the banging on the door. Kon gestured with his head. “You should answer that. My friend is looking for me.”
    Dane took a few extra seconds to toss the sheet over Kon and pull on his jeans before he went to the door. When he turned the lock, the blond man from earlier burst in, took one look at Kon’s bonds, and threw his hands up. “You damn fool. You could have been killed. And you,” he said, pointing at Dane, “should have known not to tie a Warden up unless you have someone to spot you.”
    “A what?” Dane asked.
    “He doesn’t know what a Warden is,” Kon said as the blond went over and pulled at the knots. “And you don’t need to be such a worrywart. He wouldn’t have killed me. He knows his limits. And mine.” He winked at Dane.
    The blond tugged the ropes loose and inspected Kon’s skin for injury. Dane wished he had the guts to tell the man not to bother, that he knew what he was doing, but he didn’t. Apparently satisfied, the blond let Kon go. “At least he knows how to tie properly, but none of us know him .”
    Kon sat up, stretching luxuriously. “Dane, meet my boss, Evan. Evan, meet Dane. There.”
    “That isn’t what I mean. Why can’t you take any of this seriously?”
    “I do, just not in the way you want me to. Besides, he doesn’t even know he’s a cambion. I thought it better not to frighten him.” He got out of bed. This time he kept his cock behind the piles of bedclothes and out of view.
    The conversation lost and frustrated Dane. “That word. You said it before, but I don’t know what it means.”
    Kon accepted his clothes from Evan and dressed while he answered. “A cambion is a half-human, half-incubus offspring of an incubus. Or, to be more precise, an incubus lies with a man to gather his seed, makes a few alterations to it, then lies with a woman. Nine months later, a baby is born that will grow up with a need to feed on sexual energy.”
    Dane set a palm against the wall for support. Kon was crazy. He had to be, to talk so calmly about fantastic creatures. Incubi didn’t exist. They didn’t.
    Kon’s sympathetic gaze met his. As if he knew