She was an enigma though. If she woke up and saw me above her, what would she say? I wasn’t sure and that thrilled me enough that I started to leak from my cock as I pressed smeared lipstick kisses on her body, groaning quietly. There was still so much to learn about Lacey, would I ever really know? Could I truly become her?

My cock ached behind my pants as I reared off her, realizing I wanted to fuck her, and was questioning–once again–if I wanted to be her. I darted to my shoes, slipping them back on frantically. Quickly, I escaped to her balcony, not even bothering to close doors behind me as I raced to the edge and leapt off. The wind held my face like a lover and my short, dark hair whipped around as the ground grew closer. I shifted into a bird, diving down into the alley, switching back to Viktor before walking onto the sidewalk. I stopped and looked up at her condo.

I didn’t fuck my obsessions. Not like that. I watched them, I made them do things I wanted to see. Made them come, made them show me how they touched themselves. I’d press my tongue between their legs and make them cry and shake. I’d greedily dive my fingers between their thighs. I didn’t want to fuck them because it ruined the illusion, it made it more obvious we were separate. I’d do it if they asked but it was a reluctant thing I tried to avoid.

Yet, as I thought about making Lacey come I’d wanted desperately to peel open her legs and shove myself inside her, fuck her into the bed until her cunt was sore, and then leave her dripping in my release. That was not normal.

I stumbled into the automat. Packaged food rolled around on conveyor belts and hid behind glass partitions. No one was in here and I couldn’t see the workers in the back. The door behind me opened, a little bell shaking to alert a new person was here. I ignored them, watching as fat-slick burgers traveled across a conveyor belt.

All the hairs on my body raised on edge and I straightened as the wash of his presence hit me.

“What the fuck are you doing, Puca?” Lorcan asked. I took a breath and forced a smile on my face but stayed turned away from him.

“Go away, little demon,” I said in forced entertainment. My restraint was already strained. Did I want to fuck Lorcan? Yes, but I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that. Plus, I didn’t want to end up like Dullahan—my metaphoric balls in a jar on Lorcan’s shelf.

“You were in her condo,” Lorcan said. His voice was deep in anger. Waves of his power pushed against my back and I leaned forward, gripping the bar in front of the conveyor belt and gritting my teeth. He wasn’t controlling himself as well as he normally did. I could feel it when he stepped closer, weight licking up my neck, my cock jerking in my pants.