Page 215 of The Cruelest Undead

In bed.

In a shower.

Then and there.

Flynn closed off his mind, and it was just him and Jacques. Well, him, Rinnon, and Jacques.

Flynn knew what would feed him more than anything.

Making Death cum…that would be the power surge he needed to completely heal.

Yesssssssss!Jacques hissed, as he heard his thoughts. His whole body was dying for this man’s touch. They didn’t have to actually have sex to experience it.

It was mental too.

Jacques watched in his mind as Flynn bound him to a bed and was all over him. He watched as it played out like a movie in his head.

He was helpless to the man.

There was kink.

There was pleasure.

There was pain.

While Death was no one’s bitch, Jacques loved being submissive to Flynn and Rinnon.

He saw the visuals of Flynn jerking him off, tormenting him, and using his fangs to make him beg.

You and I will have a moment. When it’s time, we’ll explore your needs.

Yes, please, Flynn.

I feel the need to tie you down and make you cum.

Jacques was so hard. He was trapped against his body, and there was only one place he loved as much.

Against Jolie.

In his mind, their clothes were gone, and it was just the two of them. As the sexy movie played out, he was about to be impaled by his mate.

Then, the images shifted, and there was Flynn standing there in leather pants, a leather belt draped around his neck.

Jacques moaned.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure it was out loud of not. He couldn’t differentiate. Flynn was using Rinnon’s magick, and he knew the outcome.

They were cumming.

Jacques begged as Flynn climbed onto the top of a restrained Jacques, and let that leather kiss his flesh. His body bowed, and he begged for more.

Death begged for everything the man could give him.

You and me alone, and we’ll have some fun.

Please. I need you. I need this to forget.

In the visual, Flynn drove into him, and that was all it took. They both erupted, cumming.

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