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    Blaze laughed, and smacked a kiss on my cheek. “No shit. How was it?”
    His lips felt strange, soft and sugary, not burnt like Kane’s or rusted and mysterious like my dream lover’s. I grinned. “Weird. Excruciating. I came about eight times. Wanna know how we did it?”
    Blaze winked, and slunk crafty white fingers across my hip toward the mirror. “So was it twue wuv? Didya get his phone number?”
    I squirmed away, and he followed, burrowing after me under the quilt in a flurry of crimson wings. He rubbed his head on my shoulder like a cat in our warm rainbow-stained shelter, and I giggled. “No. But I did get this.”
    I held it up and squeezed, and the petals sprang open. My mirror glinted at me, and I grinned back. “Hello, squidgy.”
    —Well, hello.— Slinky, like a hungry cat.
    Blaze craned his neck and peered inside, and his dark eyes shimmered. “Oh, that’s nice, Icy. Lemme see.” His voice took on that seductive gleam that gives me shivers in all the wrong places, and he stretched out his hand.
    I rolled away, teasing, cuddling the squidgy to my chest. “No. It’s mine. You’ll just break it.”
    “No, I won’t. Give.” He scrabbled for my rib cage and tickled, claws and all.
    “Ah! Stop it!” My skin twitched all over, my wings jerking helplessly. I shrieked laughter and squirmed, but the quilt trapped me and I folded against his body, kicking and beating at him with my wings as I held the spiky mirror tighter to my breasts. He felt hard, supple, clever against my back. Good, in fact. Really good. His hot smell of woodflame licked me, creeping inside my mouth. My throat tightened. “Let go, you brute. Get off me. Damn, you smell fantastic.”
    Oops. That one just slipped out. A little too much truth. The mirror giggled, and I flushed, hot water burning through my skin. God, if I’d just flooded in his lap, I’d kill myself.
    But he just laughed and rolled me over toward him, trapping my wings under me so I couldn’t move. His sultry black gaze drifted over my chest, not at all innocent. “Yeah? Wanna taste me, too?”
    The mirror laughed, sharp.— Oh, yes. Yes, we do.—
    Oh, no, we don’t.
    With a fresh flush, I remembered I was naked. He’d seen me enough times, at the beach in winter, or between the shower and my bedroom, or that time when some fairy-hating scumbags wired me to a streetlamp and ripped my dress off. But this was different. Those were my breasts he was staring at, my skin all damp and blue with excitement. Naughty, horny little fae girl. I laughed uneasily and pushed at him, trying to pretend my nipples weren’t scrunched so tight, they hurt. “Get your hand off it, Blaze. You’re not serious.”
    “Why not? You were.” He circled my wrists one by one and forced them over my head.
    Okay, so I didn’t exactly struggle. My back arched all by itself, straining toward him.
    The mirror snickered, and spilled onto the sheet by my ear.
    Images seared my vision, of his mouth on me, his bold hands exploring me, his tongue pleasuring me deep. I shuddered, lust ripping a ragged swath through my reason that filled rapidly with scorching embarrassment.
    What was wrong with me? Was I still drunk? Blaze is hot boy-candy and we play flirty games, but I’d never seriously desired him before. Of course, I’d never lain under him naked with my wrists trapped in his double-jointed fingers and his hot thigh jammed hard between mine and that gorgeous red hair tickling my chest and . . . Oh.
    He nuzzled my breast, lipping my twisted nipple. Sensation stabbed straight to my sex, and desire splashed my skin like hot oil. Mmm. Pretty boy. Naked. Kissing . “Blaze . . .”
    “Uh-huh.” He nibbled me again, harder. Yellow flame curled from his lips, licking deep warmth into my breast. My nipple stung and tightened, begging for his mouth.
    —Don’t fight it, Ice. You know we want him.—
    I squirmed, burning. Insane. Mad. Stupid. Tell him to stop it and get off me before