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“Let me suck it,” I murmured, and his eyes darkened. I had him. I knew it. And when he swept me up and carried me to the back room, where I’d been with both Ares and Reseph, I came the first time before he even set me down. The second time was when he—

“You enjoying yourself?”

At the deep rumble of Thanatos’s voice, Regan screamed and dropped the book. Her cheeks burned and her throat felt like she’d been breathing smoke.

“I—I… it was research.” Oh, God, she was babbling like a teenage girl caught doodling the name of her secret crush in her notebook. Or like a grown woman caught reading erotica.

Erotica about the very man standing in the room, leaning casually against the doorframe, one ankle crossed over the other, an amused smile tilting his mouth.

And whoa, she’d thought he was handsome before, but that smile put him at a number that was off the charts.

“Research, huh?” He moved close, his gaze never wavering from hers even as he leaned over to pick the book up off the floor where it had fallen. “My library is full of books that would probably be a lot more useful.”

“But not nearly as interesting,” she said, shooting for light and breezy, but failing miserably. She sounded breathless and desperate. Horny.

He opened the book to what appeared to be the very spot where she’d left off. One pale eyebrow lifted as he read, and then the other, and then… was that a touch of pink on his cheeks? Yes, yes it was.

Good. Maybe he was as embarrassed as she was.

“His fingers found my swollen pearl, wet with my honey,” he read, and okay, so maybe he wasn’t embarrassed. “He pushed one inside me, and I moaned as my body exploded with pleasure.”

Regan cleared her throat. “I see you can read. Impressive. Can we stop now?”

“You don’t want to know what happens next?”

“I assume she earned some sort of honor for banging all three of you and now has a commemorative tramp stamp on the small of her back or at the base of her tail or whatever.”

Thanatos stared at her for a moment, and then he threw back his head and laughed, and dear Lord, she had just revised her definition of melt-my-panties-hot.

“She does not have a tramp stamp,” he said, when he’d finished laughing, but the smile remained. “At least, I don’t think she does. Haven’t seen her in centuries. She gave birth to a few dozen little hellspawns and went her own way.” He closed the book. “And no, none of the demonlings are ours.”

“Demonlings?”

“It’s what Reseph calls them.” The smile fell from his lips, replaced by the familiar scowl. “Used to call them. I’m guessing now he calls them dinner.”

It was surprising to see his reaction to his brother’s transformation—up until now, she’d seen little from Thanatos but anger. Well, there was the little blip of amusement, but it was gone so fast she sort of wondered if she’d imagined it. Except that her heightened body temperature and racing heart were pretty clear evidence that he’d affected her in more than the angry way.

“Were you close to him?” she asked.

“He’s my brother.” He peeled off his coat and shoved up the sleeves of his black turtleneck.

“That’s not an answer.”

His gaze glittered like canary diamonds in the sun. “We shared a womb. We shared battle, pain, loss, and drink. He is my brother.”

So… that was a yes to her question. The intensity rolling off him shocked her. Not that she’d expected anything less of the Horseman who would be Death, but she hadn’t been prepared for the depth of his feelings for his siblings. Somehow that humanized him in her eyes… and at the same time, shamed her. She’d never loved anyone. Not like that.

She rubbed her arms, though she was anything but cold. “So even now, after what he’s become—”

“What he’s become is his own personal nightmare,” he interrupted. “We’ll find a way to change him back.”

“You’ve got to have some idea how.” Yeah, she was one to talk, since The Aegis still had no idea how Death’s child could save the world. Her stomach churned a little at that thought, because she’d been concentrating