Page 35 of The Devil's Embrace

Mercy lifted a thin dark brow. “Is that so, Killer?”

“Ours,” he corrected. “You know what I meant. There’s no me without you, not anymore.” He blindly reached back until he felt Mercy’s left thigh. “We’re connected.”

“That we are.” Mercy pulled out and drove back into him roughly. He took him fast and hard, his sudden silence making it clear this conversation was over.

Aodhan let him, too caught up in the way his body felt like it was on fire and ready to explode. When he was yanked into an upright position by his hair, he only mildly protested, his grunts swallowed by Mercy’s mouth as it sealed over his.

Mercy fucked him with his tongue and his cock, the fleshlight choking on his dick as his prostate was constantly battered.

The second he felt fingers pressing on his sensitive nipple, Aodhan lost it, crying out as he came, filling the toy a second before Mercy reached orgasm as well and started pumping his ass full of cream.

He growled in warning when Mercy dropped into the chair and pulled him with him, seating him on his cock as he continued to empty into his abused hole. All that did was earn him another sharp nipping of teeth against his earlobe as the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly through the lingering pangs of their mutual release.

“You want him, Killer?” Mercy’s palm settled around the front of Aodhan’s throat, but he didn’t apply any pressure, merely leaving it there so he could feel every sharp breath Aodhan dragged into his lungs. “I’ll give you one more chance. Show me you’ve earned the right to choose, and I’ll let you have him.”

“Turn off the toy, Mercy.” The fleshlight was still slurping on his dick, keeping him in an uncomfortable semi hard state.

Mercy shook his head and angled Aodhan’s face back to the screen. “Our boy isn’t finished yet, which means neither are you.”

Calix had left a moment ago, and Aodhan had wrongly assumed it’d been to clean up. Instead, the Detective had gotten something from his bag. Now he was back, settling onto his stomach on the queen-sized bed, lifting his ass high into the air and spreading—

Aodhan groaned when Calix took a dildo only slightly smaller than himself and pushed it against his entrance. It slipped into him slowly, teasingly, and before Aodhan realized it, he was moving over Mercy, riding his cock the way he wished he had the Detective riding him.

“If you can come before him,” Mercy spoke darkly against the curve of his jaw, “I’ll let you pick first position.”

“Promise?”

“Whatever my little Killer wants.”

Aodhan used to hate being called that. The word little had ruffled his feathers, but he’d adjusted. He’d learned. Didn’t mean he couldn’t still push his luck every now and again.

“Does it still get you this horny?” he couldn’t help but taunt as he bounced rigorously in his lap. “Knowing you—”

“Got you in the palm of my hand?” Mercy grabbed the base of the fleshlight and flicked it up another setting. “There’s something sexy about knowing I control something as vicious and deadly as you. That I’ve managed to tame the untamable.”

“Careful.”

“Why? Going to revisit your feral ways? Need me to train you all over again, baby? String you up by the wrists and stuff this hole with—”

Aodhan shuddered at the memory of their first few months together. “No.”

Mercy chuckled. “Didn’t think so.” He motioned toward the screen with his chin, where Calix’s muffled cries spilled from the speakers. “He won’t be so difficult. I bet he’ll kneel for me in less time it took to get you to surrender.”

“Of course he will,” Aodhan scoffed.

“Why do you want him so badly then? You’re not interested in the weak.”

“He isn’t weak.”

“He—”

“I saw the video,” Aodhan cut him off, knowing when Mercy momentarily fell quiet that he understood what footage he was referring to.

“I take it you believe what I believe,” Mercy finally said.

“I do.”

“And how do you intend to prove it?”

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