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“A deal?”

“Yeah. It can be our little secret,” he suggested. “What do you say, Nixie?”

He twisted on the bed so he could see West over his shoulder. The Demon was reared up behind him, his cock out of sight as he held it pressed between Nix’s crack. He was still fully clothed, but that didn’t make him appear any less devilish or threatening. The glint in his eyes clued Nix into the fact he was only barely holding himself back.

If Nix agreed, there was little doubt he’d fuck him hard and unforgivingly, with little care to whether or not Nix changed his mind after. He’d seen West’s cock before. It was much larger than the canister…

His hole tightened and they both groaned.

“How can I trust you?” Nix asked. Sure, there might be some competition between them, but Lake and West were best friends, practically brothers. Would he really lie to him?

“I like the thought of making you submit,” West informed him, reaching out to rub and squeeze his left ass cheek possessively. “Of hearing you tell me you want it, even knowing I’ll make you ache. It’ll make your tears all the sweeter when I wring them out of you. When you’re sobbing beneath me, and your tears and your come are soaking my sheets…” He moaned, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head as he humped forward, dragging that searing hot tip of his up and down Nix’s crack.

So it was self-satisfying; that’s why West was willing to do it. But how could Nix be sure that once he’d been fully satisfied, he wouldn’t break his word and run off to tell Lake all about it?

Nix had been disgusted when he’d first discovered the deal the three of them had made. That Lake was going to wait until West and Yejun had a turn, as though Nix was some amusement park ride they all had to share. But that had been before this morning. Before he’d made that discovery about Branwen.

He was furious at Lake, and worried Yejun would find out about his cousin…If he got on West’s good side, and managed to form some type of connection between them, that could serve as a decent fallback plan.

If the Demon was going to use him, why shouldn’t Nix use him right back?

“If you tell Lake, I’ll never forgive you.” Not that he thought that particular threat would mean anything to a guy like West, but he had to say something to get the point across.

“Oh, don’t fret about that. I’m pissed he bit you, too. Let’s call this payback, shall we? I won’t breathe a word, and neither will you. Deal?”

Despite his thoughts, Nix hesitated. Then those fingers still inside of him curled and his spine bowed. His hips drove backward, seeking out more of that friction, and he realized with renewed resignation that he was always going to end up like this. The second he’d stepped into the room, a part of him had known.

Maybe a part of him had even wanted it.

“Deal.”

West removed his fingers, but before Nix could complain, his cock slid lower, bumping up against his greedy hole. He notched his crown and then settled over Nix’s back, taking more time with it than Nix would have guessed.

“Ready, babe?” West’s warm breath fanned against the curve of Nix’s left ear. “I’m gonna make you weep for me.”

The Demon drove into him with one hard push, stuffing him full of all eight inches of his cock, the stretch and the burn instantaneous and all-consuming.

Nix screamed.

Chapter 6:

Nix kept his mouth covered with both hands to muffle his cries as West fucked him for the third or fourth time that night.

West had honestly lost count.

They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, a mess of come painted across Nix’s stomach from all the times he’d orgasmed all over himself, and tears streamed down the guy’s face, seemingly never-ending.

“It’s too much!” Nix said from behind his clasped hands, but he didn’t try to get away. Instead, his ankles latched behind West, and his heels dug into his lower back to spur him on.

He was starting to see why Lake had become so obsessed with Phoenix Monroe in such a short time. If he weren’t careful, West wouldn’t be surprised if he got used to this either. To the tight feel of Nix’s body gripping him, the soft mewls of pleasure mixed with his sobs as West pushed him past overstimulation into that place that was more bliss-filled torture than anything else.

“No one’s ever taken me this good before, Nixie,” West found himself confessing, grabbing Nix beneath the knees so he could force his legs up higher, drive himself in even deeper. “I’ve broken a few trying to get them to, in fact.”

His watery eyes widened. “People?!”

“Yeah.” West nodded and thrust in hard enough his balls slapped against the underside of Nix’s round ass. “Tore through a couple holes, broken a few bones here and there. You’re super flexible, babe. Anyone ever compliment you about that before?”

Nix shook his head wildly against the pillow, but then seemed to forget all about his momentary spark of fear when West stroked his cockhead against his prostate.

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