Page 56 of The Devil's Embrace

“We definitely have great sexual chemistry.” The doctor moved closer. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you felt like gripping my cock since that first night. The way you cried for me and begged…”

“Did I?” Cal couldn’t remember. A lot of the smaller details were admittedly a blur, the pleasure having been so overwhelming and unexpected that he’d blacked out practically everything but the way it’d all felt.

“How’s the mark on your ass, baby?” He tipped his head as if to look, then asked seductively, “Can I see it?”

“Right now?” Calix expected him to laugh it off and say he was kidding, so when that didn’t happen, a rush of arousal flooded through him straight down to his dick.

“Take off your clothes,” Aodhan’s voice dropped low, the order clear and leaving no room for arguing.

Something inside of him snapped at the command, his hands going to remove his white jeans with only a split second’s hesitation. Wordlessly, Cal stripped for him, right there in the middle of the kitchen.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Calix said, even as he tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the pile at his feet. “You’re a respectable member of the community, and I’m—”

“You forgetting that party I took you to?” Aodhan asked.

“You said you didn’t go that often.”

“And if I lied?”

Cal considered it. “I already know you’re a liar.”

“Do you?” he didn’t seem worried; he sounded intrigued.

“If I tried to tell the nurses at the hospital that you carved your initial into my ass, there’s no way they’d believe me.”

“Are you trying to say I pretend to be a good person when I’m not one, Cal?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m saying there’s more to you than meets the eye. Do you…” He nibbled on his bottom lip nervously and then forced himself to ask, “Do you go to those parties for the…You know?”

“The orgy?” Aodhan grunted. “Can’t even say it?”

“I’ve never…Not with multiple people before.”

“That something you’re interested in?”

“No.” He frowned. “I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Don’t like being shared, or don’t like sharing?”

“This seems to have taken a dangerous direction.”

Aodhan quirked a brow, silently urging him to elaborate.

Calix sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. “I’m leaving. I’m not sticking around.”

“So you’ve claimed.”

“Talking about whether or not I’m comfortable being shared sounds too…exclusive. Let’s just focus on the present, yeah?”

“You mean,” Aodhan undid the first three buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, “the present where you were trying to say we shouldn’t be doing this?”

“We shouldn’t.” And yet Calix couldn’t seem to look away from that swath of golden flesh that now peeked from the dress shirt. “Didn’t it disgust you? When I asked you to hurt me?”

“What gave you that impression?” he drawled. “Did you feel that way before or after I slashed you open with a scalpel?” Aodhan rolled his pink eyes and set his hands on his hips. “Cal, you’re insulting us both right now. There’s nothing wrong with craving a little pain in the bedroom, and I don’t mind being the one to give it to you. In fact, I actually insist.”

“You do?” That should terrify him. Calix should stop this and use his head—the one on his shoulders and not between his legs—to assess this whole crazy situation. He was a detective, for gods sake. The last thing he should be doing was partaking in fucked up sexual fantasies wherein someone hurt him. But… “Will you do it again?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask him to make sure to carve the A in deeper this time, but Aodhan gave a single shake of his head before he could, dashing those hopes.

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