Page 34 of The Devil's Embrace

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” He flicked a button on the fleshlight which started the sucking function. “I don’t think you are.”

Aodhan’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as his dick started to be worked by the toy, but he stubbornly forced his gaze back on Cal, knowing Mercy wouldn’t like it if he was disobeyed.

It was funny because two years ago, the thought of obeying anyone would have sent Aodhan into either a fit of laughter or a murderous spree. Up until that point, sex was merely something he did to take the edge off when he really needed to. Or when he needed to trick someone into going home alone with him.

But then he’d met Mercy and everything had changed.

Like, for example, the fact he took cock now.

Mercy didn’t give him any warning there either. One breath his fingers were working open his hole, and the next they were gone and replaced with the thick round head of his massive cock. He speared through Aodhan’s body, one hand resting on his hip to help steady him, the other tangling in his hair to yank his head back hard enough he cursed a second time.

There was nothing small or subtle about Mercy. He fucked Aodhan like he was reminding him that he owned him, riding his body hard enough the entire desk shook with every inward thrust. His cock forced him to submit, eliciting a complicated mixture of pleasure and pain that had Aodhan going crazy and wild with need.

“Doctor!” Calix’s husky voice cut through Aodhan’s lust-filled haze, and he watched as the Detective picked up the small knife he’d set off to the side. Cal made a shallow cut on his inner thigh—next to four or five others he’d made earlier—and then almost immediately came.

Going simply off the euphoric expression painted across the detective’s face, it was impossible to tell if he was punishing himself or rewarding himself.

Knowing how complex Calix really was, it was probably both.

“He’s made a mess,” Mercy said, pounding into him with even more vigor now that Cal had already reached the finish line. “If he were here, I’d make you lick him clean. Or, better yet,” hedraped himself over Aodhan’s back, “picture that toy sucking on you as him. Do you think our sultry and sulky detective’s hole would feel the same? Stretched around you, squeezing you in deep? I’d fuck you both like this. Fuck his body with your body. Make you both scream my name and writhe for me.”

On screen, Calix was recovering, dropping an arm over his face as though embarrassed even though he thought he was alone.

How timid.

Pathetic.

Fake.

“I want him,” Aodhan said.

He shouldn’t. But he did.

“I know, baby.” Mercy nipped at his earlobe. “So why didn’t you take him last night when I gave you the chance? You had my permission then.”

“Give it again.”

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“You do.”

“How do you figure?”

Aodhan tore his eyes off the screen and glanced over his shoulder, catching the older man’s gaze. “Fool me once…”

Mercy grinned and slapped his left ass cheek hard enough it would leave a mark.

“I want him,” Aodhan repeated, moaning when that earned him another spanking. “I want him.”

“You want to fuck him.”

Aodhan gave a curt shake of his head. “Iwanthim.”

Mercy buried himself balls deep and stilled, searching Aodhan’s expression.

“I wanthim,” he reiterated, as though his true meaning could have somehow gone over the other man’s head. “And you know that. That’s why I called it off last night. My little brother’shusband might be fine with fucking him to an audience, but I’m not. What’s mine ismine.”

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