Page 72 of The Devil's Mercy

“If you ever tell Zane that,” he replied darkly, “I will never forgive you.”

Before Titus could respond, Calix groaned and then cried out.

Aodhan pressed his hand down on Cal’s when he started to struggle. “Relax, Be’urn. Just be a good boy and take your punishment, yeah? If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll even let you off easy and only go one round.”

“We’ve already passed one round,” Titus reminded, and Aodhan gave him a look that screamed shut up.

“Hurts.” Calix blinked through tears and seemed to focus on Aodhan, lips pursing into a pout as soon as he did. “How did we get to my room?”

“Carried you after you passed out.” Aodhan had been surprised when Cal had. Branding someone wasn’t pleasant, of course, but he’d been through worse kinds of pain. “Were you overstimulated?”

Cal nodded his head against the pillow.

Which was so damn cute, Aodhan almost kissed him. But Mercy wouldn’t like that, not when he was still this angry. The sound of his hips slapping against Calix’s backside was proof enough of that.

“If you ride him any harder, you’ll risk breaking him,” Aodhan chided. Not because he actually thought it was true.

Just for funzies.

The scratching from the bathroom started up again. They’d put the sylar in there to keep it out of the way, but it was getting on his last nerve.

Aodhan heaved a sigh. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. “When did you take this out, Be’urn?”

Mercy frowned when Aodhan presented the small tracking device he’d been holding onto since they’d brought Cal here. He’d found it in the bathroom while getting clean water. “If you figured out he’d removed his tracker, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Aodhan shrugged. “Maybe my anger wasn’t as relieved as you assumed.”

The director swore under his breath and finally came to a halt, though he didn’t dismount.

“No.” Calix reached back blindly, grabbing onto Mercy’s thigh. “Don’t stop. I’m close.”

They both blinked at him in shock.

“This doesn’t exactly seem like the punishment it’s meant to be,” Mercy said, though it was unclear if the words were meant for their Third or for himself.

“Keep going,” Cal pleaded, lifting and rolling his hips to push Mercy’s fat cock in deeper on his own. He let out a low moan and clawed at the sheets.

“When did you realize there was a tracker on you?” Mercy demanded, not giving in despite how sexy Calix looked.

If it’d been Aodhan, he would have cracked instantly. In fact, he was so hard in his pants, he feared the seam was about to burst from the pressure.

Cal pressed his lips into a stubborn line, gasping when Mercy gave a single pump of his hips and then stilled once more, his message clear. “Just after I left the house. When I was on the ship.”

“And when did you take it out?” there was a hint of suspicion in his tone.

“After I arrived,” he confessed.

Aodhan’s brow furrowed in a mirror of their First’s expression. “If you’d known you were being tracked, why didn’t you get rid of it?” Unless… “You wanted us to come for you.”

Good. Fucking. Light.

“Did you…play us, Be’urn?” A proud chuckle burst out of him. “No way.”

“Hold on.” Mercy didn’t sound nearly as pleased with this turn of events as Aodhan was. He braced a palm at either side of Cal and leaned over him, careful to keep his cock buried in their Third’s hole. “You’re claiming you lured us here by taking on those clients tonight? What would have happened if we didn’t come for you, huh?”

Calix shrugged like it was no big deal, but he avoided Aodhan’s gaze. “Then I would have taken that as my answer.”

“Answer to what?” Aodhan asked.

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