Page 33 of The Devil's Embrace

On the bed, tucked away safely in his hotel room, Calix went about his business, completely unaware that he was being watched. That he’d had eyes on him all morning and throughout the day.

That Aodhan had seen the way he’d crawled on top of the sheets the second Inspector Troya had left, stripped himself of his clothes, and grown instantly hard.

Was he thinking about last night?

Aodhan shouldn’t have let him leave. That hadn’t been a part of the plan either, and he’d had to apologize to Nyxian for ruining the second half of the show, but when he’d seen the way Cal’s complexion had bloomed, the way he’d come alive against him…Didn’t matter that it’d been a forced reaction.

Mercy had pumped enough pheromone into the room that everyone had been half out of their mind within seconds, even Aodhan, and yet…

“I still want you,” he mumbled, staring at the way Calix thrust his hips up into his fist, watching how he writhed in the sheets and nibbled on his full bottom lip. Since this was already the fifth time he was seeing him touch himself, Aodhan had picked up on the pattern. His detective was close. Any minute now and—

His.

What a dangerous word.

“Problem, baby?” Mercy appeared behind him as though having been birthed from the shadows, slipping up to the back of the chair to reach around and settle one large hand over Aodhan’s where he’d slowed. With pointed measures, he began easing him back into motion, until they were stroking his cock in a steady rhythm once more.

His head fell back, and he blinked up at the curve of his man’s throat, sniffing at the intoxicating scent of mulberries and birch.

“You’re not done watching,” Mercy scolded, chuckling when Aodhan made a sound of protest and lifted his head, eyes going back to the screen. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“He’s hot,” Aodhan corrected. “Lithe and—” He yelped when Mercy’s hand squeezed and then slapped him away. Despite the slight discomfort, he obliged, moving to rest his arms on the armrests so Mercy could take over. At the first twist of his dripping crown by those skilled fingers, he admitted, “I want him.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Let me have him.”

He clicked his tongue chidingly. “I believe that’s what last night's antics were meant for. It isn’t my fault you got cold feet.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“No?”

“You know it isn’t.” Aodhan made a whining sound in the back of his throat when Mercy’s other hand traveled to his chest, twisting his right nipple painfully beneath the thin material of his light blue dress shirt.

He’d been forced to step out for a meeting with Med Team G about an important upcoming surgery on a Royal and hadn’t bothered changing into less formal clothes once he’d returned. Too eager to see what the detective had been up to in his hour-long absence. He’d walked in on Cal and Troya going over notes in the man’s hotel living room.

Boring.

“They were discussing Connects earlier,” Mercy told him, twisting again when Aodhan perked up at the news. “Eyes on the prize, baby. I want you to watch his dick leak for you. We bothknow you’re who he’s thinking of right now. Has he said your name yet?”

“Not this time.”

“He will soon.”

That was true. Calix tended to get more vocal toward the end, once he was really close.

“Do they know anything?” Aodhan asked, but instead of getting an answer, Mercy’s touch left him. Before he could complain, his boyfriend’s arm wrapped back around, this time with a toy in hand.

He hissed as the fleshlight swallowed his aching cock, the tight squeeze of the toy's inner walls making his hips jerk.

“So greedy.” Mercy shoved him out of the chair suddenly, tossing his front over the desk, ass in the air. He pushed Aodhan’s pants and boxers down but didn’t bother undressing him, fingers going to his puckered entrance instead.

The next time Cal rode his hand on the screen less than five inches from Aodhan’s face, Mercy drove three of his digits deep into Aodhan’s body.

“Mother fuck—” He slammed his mouth shut to cut off the curse, realizing too late he’d let the brief spark of pain get the best of him.

Mercy sighed in disappointment behind him, dragging his fingers in and out, keeping the same pace as their detective. “You’re going to have to be punished for that, baby.”

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