Page 74 of The Devil's Mercy

Even without his tongue moving on him, his tight, hot mouth felt like velvety heaven wrapped around Aodhan’s length,and he moaned as his crown banged against the back of Cal’s throat with each of Mercy’s thrusts.

It wasn’t long before Cal was tapping his thigh, pressing against him in an attempt to be released.

“Want to breathe?” Aodhan chuckled. “I’m not even mad about the secrets. It’s the fact that you seem to have forgotten I was here while you were bartering with our First. He agreed to make you our Third in exchange for time, but I didn’t agree to shit.” He tilted Cal’s face up ever so slightly. “Beg me.”

Calix sputtered and gasped when Aodhan pulled himself free, his forehead whacking against Aodhan’s lower abdomen as Mercy kept driving into him, not even skipping a beat despite the turn Aodhan had taken them.

“As cute as those sounds are,” Aodhan drawled, “that’s not what I asked for.”

“Please.” Cal sucked in a sharp breath. “Please.”

“You answered a question for him, so answer one for me.”

“Yes.”

“Look me in the eye, Calix.”

He raised his head and locked their gazes, lips puffy and parted as he continued to shake with the pummeling of Mercy’s massive cock. He had one hand braced on the bed, the other clinging to Aodhan’s upper thigh. There were tears glistening in his gray eyes, and a hint of fear and doubt there that had Aodhan’s cock twitching.

“I’m not about to tie my life to someone who’s keeping secrets,” Aodhan stated. “I’m not like Mercy in that regard. Call mearrogant.”

Cal almost dropped his gaze, it was obvious.

“Tell me what you two were discussing, Be’urn.”

“That’s not a question.”

“Okay.” Fair. “Then I suppose my question can only be,” he leaned closer, “do you want to be our Third or not?”

Calix glared and then made a sound of frustration. “Fine. Fine, yes.”

“You need consent from all three of us for that to happen.”

“Judging by the way you’re acting, you’ve already figured it out. What need is there for me to say it?”

“Because I want to hear it.”

Mercy reached down and pressed his fingers against the brand of his name, causing Calix to howl. “Hurry up, Azi. He’s being serious.”

“I hate you both!”

“Liar,” Aodhan threaded his fingers through Cal’s hair and tugged hard enough for it to sting. “Use that mouth of yours, or I’ll stuff it full of my cock again, and this time I won’t take it out until you’ve suffocated on it.”

“Fine,” Cal repeated. “I played you. Happy?”

Wow.

“You wanted me to kill Sister Grace for you, didn’t you?” Aodhan was…impressed. So impressed, he started feeling something strange that he wasn’t entirely familiar with. Something warm and lifting.

“That’s pride, baby,” Mercy filled in for him, no doubt feeling what he was and catching snippets of Aodhan’s confusion in the mix.

“I know what pride is,” he argued, only for the older man to click his tongue.

“Not pride for yourself. This is vicarious pride. A wholly foreign concept to you up until now.” Mercy pummeled Calix’s hole until their Third was writhing and screaming from the onslaught of pleasure and pain from the irritation to the burns. “You did so well, even if it was an accident. Making our little killer experience something new.”

How Calix had known about Sister Grace’s involvement with the society, and just how deep his deception went, were both things Aodhan was dying to know.

Later.