Page 60 of The Devil's Mercy

“His ability doesn’t really work on me,” Aodhan confessed. “Sometimes, with some things, but rarely.” He tapped the scars, then turned to Titus. “Can I fix these now, Mercy?”

“Unfortunately, our Third claims he isn’t ready.”

The doctor’s expression darkened. “Then we take.”

Another person slammed against the glass, leaving behind a smear of red that partially obstructed their view of the brutality taking place amongst the guests.

“He has to be willing,” Titus reminded, reaching down to cup Aodhan’s cheek lovingly. That is, before he shoved his face back down to Cal’s dick. “Keep sucking, little killer. If you’re good at it and make him come while he’s witnessing all the carnage, I’ll let you step outside and have your fun as well.”

Aodhan perked up. “Promise?”

“Don’t,” Calix pleaded.

“Why not?’ Titus asked. “You’re still hard. You’re still moaning from having your prostate battered. You still want us. Does it bother you that you can be so lascivious even with all those people dying right in front of you?”

He wanted to deny it, but his body was already betraying him.

“Kind ofmonstrous, don’t you think?” Titus continued. “For your dick to be gushing all that precome and your ass to be clinging to my cock, all while people have their eyes gauged out and their skin flayed? Oh. I see someone has found a knife.”

Calix didn’t want to look.

But more than that, he didn’t want to admit that…

He didn’t really feel as horrified as he should.

“You haven’t asked me to stop yet,” Titus noted, as if reading his mind. “You could try it, you know? You could beg me to spare them. I might consider it. For you.”

Cal bit down on his tongue when Aodhan chose that moment to suck his dick back into that hot mouth of his.

“You won’t though, will you?” the director chuckled. “Because as badly as you want to, you don’t care about them.”

“I watched them saw a man in half the last time,” Calix snapped. “And this time, with the animals—”

“The animals are safe. I had them all relocated. They won’t be harmed. After we’re done, you can pick through them if you’d like. Keep the ones you want, the rest we can donate to local animal rescues who will know how to properly handle them.”

That…

“Stop trying to make me like you.” Cal sobbed when Titus thrust into him and simultaneously shoved his hips down to meet the spearing of his cock.

“Next time,” he said directly against the curve of Calix’s ear, “I’ll let Aodhan brand you. He’ll erase those marks and ensure you won’t go another day without knowing exactly who it is you belong to. It won’t be enough to carve ourselves into your flesh, little monster. I’m going to sear us there. I’m going to give you a mark you can’t cut out or erase.”

Aodhan flicked his tongue over the tip of Calix’s slit.

Titus drove into him mercilessly, repeating dirty promises about branding him and burning his name and all sorts of other devilish things that shouldn’t have caused Cal’s balls to tighten or his hole to clench.

But it did.

When he finally came, he was staring outside but completely unfocused on the ensuing murder spree. He filled Aodhan’s throat with his come and weightlessly went when Titus forced him to the ground and fucked him through another orgasm against the cold, hard floor.

Chapter 17:

Calix barely remembered the next four hours. Couldn’t count how many times Titus stuffed him with his cock. How many times Cal came. Or if he’d passed out once or twice.

There were bits of recollection, like how he’d been wrapped tightly in the director's arms when they’d finally left the room. And how he’d frowned at Aodhan, who’d disappeared earlier and gone to join the fray outside.

The doctor had been the only thing left living in that entire space, sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by gored bodies as though he were the king of hell. He’d been in the process of arranging organs when Titus had called him, and even though it’d seemed like he was immersed in what he’d been doing, the second he heard the older man, he’d dropped the stomach in his hand and walked over to them, crushing the very things he’d been playing with carelessly beneath his boots.

That might have been when Calix threw up.

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