Page 130 of Devil May Lie

“But I like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.” He poked Berga in the side playfully. “You love it, too. Because it’s already ours. So let’s make it ours officially.”

He pretended to think it over. “I’ll race you for it.”

“No fair.” Madden grabbed onto Berga’s wrists and forced him back beneath him, grinning as he pistoned into his body. “If you want to bet for it, how about this. Whoever comes first loses.”

“Wait, that’s not—” Berga moaned when Madden’s teeth dropped to his nipple and he bit him and sucked. The instant a hand found his dick, it was game over. He called out Madden’s name as he came, a mixture of bliss and annoyance at having been bested at the last second. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t verbally agreed to the terms, they both knew he was going to give in. He regularly did.

Because Madden always made sure it was good for the both of them, and Berga liked being reminded there was someone who enjoyed taking care of him and being cared for by him.

The Mad King followed close behind, emptying out into Berga while he continued to trail kisses across his chest and up his neck.

It could have been five minutes later or fifty that they both heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the master staircase, their blissful moment alone together momentarily burst.

Madden groaned and peeled himself up. “Come on, Jekyll, let’s clean up before we’re caught and given a time-out.”

“Don’t even joke about stuff like that.”

He helped him up and then directed him into the attached bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned and presentable, Jekyll.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Berga slapped at his hands and scowled at his reflection over his shoulder in the mirror. “I get it. Fine. You won.”

“So you concede?” Madden dropped his chin to his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in close. His black eyes sparkled in the mirror when he set them on Berga’s.

“To you?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “I always do.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Madden nuzzled his jaw. “I’ll take the brunt of it when our parents are undoubtedly livid at the news.”

“Absolutely you will,” he agreed. “Because we both know which one of us has to deal with the elders' dissatisfaction once this is announced.”

Baikal’s plan to threaten them and pull rank had worked…after a couple of weeks of infighting. In the end, it’d given him a legitimate reason to do away with some of the people he’d wanted gone in the first place, so it turned out to be a win-win situation.

Still, he couldn’t get rid of every thorn in his side, and there were still one or two who had enough say to cause a stink about Berga and Madden.

But it was fine.

“I’ll just kill them.”

Madden snorted and then let go long enough to turn the shower on. “Maybe leave that as a last resort.” He held out a hand for Berga.

“Should I?”

“I think so.”

Berga clicked his tongue. “Okay. But if they say one more bad thing about you, I’m turning their tongues into sea snails.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course.” He placed his palm over Madden’s and the Mad King brought him into the stall. The first hit of hot water against his skin had him sighing even as he parted his legs when Madden knelt on the ground. “Careful.”

Madden poked at his hole, cleaning him out, and laughed. “You like when I’m rough with you.”

“Exactly. That’s the problem.”

He lifted his head and came face to face with Berga’s lengthening dick. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

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