Page 29 of The Devil's Embrace

“Go,” Aodhan insisted, taking a single step closer to the door.

“But—”

“Good Light, Cal, if you don’t leave while you still can, I’m going to have you on your knees with my cock shoved so far—”

Calix spun on his heels and sprinted down the hall, but not because those words scared him. Because theydidn’t. Things between them were already awkward enough, the last thing he needed was to completely botch this investigation by sleeping with the doctor while under the influence. Clearly the other man understood that, since he was being a good guy here and sending Cal away before anything serious could happen between him or anyone else.

And he most likely would fuck other people in this state too. The drug was potent, he could tell. Now those words spoken by that woman earlier made more sense. She’d been asking if she could have a threesome with them once the real party began.

After the torture and mutilation part of the evening had concluded.

His stomach recoiled at the reminder just as he reached the door Aodhan claimed would lead to safety. It cut through some of the haze of lust and he turned back, about to call out and insist the doctor leave with him.

But it was already too late.

Antithesis had Aodhan against a closed door to a side room, a finger hooked through the golden loop of the collar around the doctor’s neck. He was pulling on it, choking the man, but at the same time, it didn’t appear as though the doctor was struggling.

Aodhan made a needy sound in the back of his throat and practically rubbed himself against the other man’s leg, shamelessly pleasuring himself on his thigh.

Antithesis let him, one hand dropping to undo the top button on the doctor’s light pink pants. He freed his engorged cock and started stroking, still wearing those leather gloves. Hepaid extra close attention to Aodhan’s flushed crown, rolling his thumb over the sensitive area until he had the other man writhing between him and the door.

It was as though Antithesis had the doctor completely enthralled, entirely under his command. His very presence demanded obedience, all that coiled control waiting and ready to strike at any given moment.

Calix felt heat course through him all over again, didn’t realize he’d taken a single step closer until Antithesis’ head whipped in his direction. The second their eyes locked, he felt the air whoosh straight out of his lungs.

Before he could make a complete and total fool of himself, Cal shoved on the door and practically fell into the adjoining room. As promised, it was the garage, and it didn’t take him long to locate Aodhan’s vehicle with the key's location function.

It wasn’t until he was already halfway back to the city, his dick still swollen and achy in his pants, that the guilt started to trickle in.

The doctor had only gone there tonight as a favor to Bruce and Cal.

And Cal had left him there to save himself.

Chapter 9:

Calix almost ignored the pounding on the door, stumbling out of the bathroom bleary-eyed from all the vomit-induced tears. He’d spent the better part of the morning huddled around the toilet with his face in the bowl, all because of whatever had been in that single drink he’d consumed at the party.

It’d been hours since he’d finally stopped trying to convince himself it was because of what he’d witnessed there either. If he were a better person, he wouldn’t even have to lie to himself about that. Wouldn’t have to convince himself he was sick to his stomach because he’d watched another living being be sawed in half.

He’d seen the blood.

Heard the screams.

But that wasn’t it.

It wasn’t the gore that made him sick. It was all of those people sitting there watching it. Acting like someone wasn’t being torn apart and tortured against their will.

It was the fact that he’d been one of them.

Despite all of his efforts to be a good person, Calix had sat there amongst them and done nothing. He’d merely watched. What did that say about him?

What did it say, that the entire drive home he’d been worried about Aodhan and not the merman? Hell, the merman hadn’t even come to mind again until this morning. Instead of calling for backup or sending the police the location of the party, Cal had gone back to his hotel, given himself several hand jobs while picturing Aodhan and Antithesis, and had promptly passed out with his dick still resting against his palm.

He passed the washer machine on the way to the door, the light flashing indicating it was ready for the dry cycle to be keyed in. His bedding and clothes had been covered in dried come when he’d woken, and he’d tossed it frantically into the machine to hide the evidence of his humiliation.

Except for the suit. The suit he’d tossed into a garment bag and thrown into his closet. He wasn’t sure how that had to be cleaned and hadn’t wanted to risk the washer, though now that he was thinking a bit more clearly, he realized that was stupid too.

It wasn’t like he was going to return it to the doctor covered in his shameful bodily fluids.

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