Page 48 of Devil May Lie

Madden lifted onto his knees and then pulled out just as the orgasm ripped through him. He grunted and braced himself with a hand on Berga’s left knee, the other grabbing onto his cock to aim.

He practically gushed all over him, come drenching Berga’s chest in opaque white. Madden continued to rock his hips through it, wringing every last drop from his slit until even the bed sheets beneath the Butcher were noticeably soaked. Then, before he could hear any more complaints, he flipped the Butcher onto his stomach and speared back into his gaping hole.

Berga’s screams quickly turned to moans as Madden held him by the hips and brutally fucked him into the mess they’d made.

Chapter 12:

“I’m going to melt his entrails!” Berga slapped his hands on the back of the chair in front of the professor’s desk in his private office.

“Ah, yes, very scary,” Bay Delmar drawled. The two of them had been friends long before he’d started this job at Vail University, and though they typically kept their distance on campus to avoid drawing attention, there were occasions when one or both of them needed to meet up.

Like right now.

Berga had stormed into the office ten minutes ago absolutely fuming. And he still was.

Plus, his ass hurt.

“Actually, no,” he corrected. “I’m going to poison him with x-wes-2. It’ll slowly solidify his insides until he can barely move and then—”

“You’ll fuck him while he can’t fight back?” Bay seemed to realize what he’d said a moment too late, pausing with the stylus in his hand hovering over the tablet he’d been grading papers on.

“Wow.” Berga grunted and then rounded the chair, dropping into it with a pout.

Bay was a native Vital as well, with blue hair the color of cotton candy. He’d been born without the horns—though most people in the last hundred years had. He was older than Berga by a couple of years, but they’d grown up on the same street for a while when they’d been kids and had developed a strong bond that had lasted into adulthood.

They both had their issues, and they’d supported one another through some of the worst events of their lives. Friendship like that was hard to come by.

Which was why he was so affronted by the flippant way he was being treated at the moment.

“I apologize.” Bay set the tool down and folded his hands on the top of his desk, sending Berga a pointed look. “But have you been listening to yourself?”

“Why would I need to?” he asked. “I lived it!”

“Humor me. Run through the events of this morning again.”

He blew out a breath and tapped his fingers on the armrest, but Bay was one of the few people he relied on to help him when he struggled to comprehend something, so he found himself recounting things a second time.

“I woke up naked in bed—alone—took forever gathering enough energy to stand, and then went looking only to find my house empty. After I called Madden and was ignored a few times, I took a shower and came here.” Pretty standard, really. Nothing all that out of the norm for him, so he couldn’t see why Bay wanted him to repeat himself.

“But also,” he dropped his elbows to his knees, “how dare that bastard ignore me? Right? He’s the one who chased after me in the first place! I didn’t invite him over, that prick insisted, and when I offered sex, he refused, only to pull a stunt like that!”

“You woke up, and your first instinct was to search for Madden,” Berga said slowly, as though speaking to a child.

“Well, yes, of course. He was there when I fell asleep.” Passed out, was more like, but he didn’t bother saying that part again. “I wanted to punch him.”

“And you fell asleep shortly after he forced himself on you?” Bay cleared his throat. “Multiple times?”

“Whose friend are you exactly,” Berga asked. “Shouldn’t you be upset for me?”

“No, because you’re not really upset yourself.”

He paused and tilted his head, considering. “Is that true?”

“Think about it,” Bay adjusted his glasses, “you woke up covered in dried spunk, dirty, and the first thing you did was go looking for Madden. Cleaning off was an afterthought. That’s incredibly out of character for you.”

“I…” He frowned. It hadn’t even occurred to him there was a problem with the series of events, but now that it was mentioned, yes. It was strange for him to put off showering. He’d even been scratching at the mess on his chest as he’d roamed the halls calling out Madden’s name.

“It’s a good thing,” Bay reassured him. “This could be progress.”

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