Page 38 of Martyr

Lake snorted. “Considering how he waltzed into the kitchen this morning without crying? I’d guess he’s already taken to West’s rough style the same way he’s taken to ours. He’s adaptable. A survivor.”

“He’s the perfect fit for the three of us, really.” Yejun grew quiet a moment and then asked, “Can you really share him? A couple of months is one thing. Forever? Think about it. Think about him being pinned down by West and me. Picture him taking our cocks. Can you handle that?”

There was no prickle of jealousy this time, a relief. Instead, the corner of Lake’s mouth tipped up in a partial smile. “If you wanted me to fantasize about you naked, you could have just said as much, June.”

“Maybe you should watch,” he suggested, unaffected by Lake’s teasing comment. “Test the waters, so to speak. This won’t end well for any of us if you realize too late that you’ve overestimated yourself.”

“When have I ever?”

“This is different.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask how so, but Lake caught himself. The answer was too obvious.

“Are you going to name him your Royal Consort?”

His lips pursed. “It’s too soon to even consider something like that.”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it? Let me obtain the crown first. The pieces will fall into place after that.”

“Secure the throne, then secure your Consort?” Yejun clicked his tongue. “He’s yours either way, but knowing what role you want him to play can be helpful in the long run. Now that he’s bound to you for life, you can use him for much morethan simply flushing out this hacker—a trick that will no longer work, I hope you realize.”

“I do.” He held up the tablet. “But it’s fine. We’ve already found a lead.”

If Iris had fallen for a King, and this same King who had instructed her to harm them, then it was safe to assume his name would be on this list. The odds that there were two people in her history manipulating her were low.

“This whole time, we assumed this hacker would leap at the chance to take another shot at us,” Lake began. “But what if we were wrong from the start? What if Iris was merely a distraction all along?”

“The attempted frame job even she didn’t know about.” Yejun glanced around them. This time of day, there weren’t many other members on this level, but there were enough they knew better than to speak their secrets aloud. “We should get out of here. Go somewhere more private to finish this discussion.”

“West needs to hear it as well,” Lake agreed.

“Tonight then? At the Roost.”

They collected their things and headed out, quiet until they were secured within the elevator taking them down to the main level.

“I was being serious earlier,” Yejun’s breezy tone cut through the silence, their murky reflections shinning back to them on the metal doors as they waited.

Lake didn’t need him to elaborate. “I know.”

“So, are you going to do it?”

“I watched him give West a blow job, didn’t I?”

“Sure, but that was different. That was a power play for him. This would be for you.”

The doors dinged and Lake stepped out. “I don’t need to be tested.”

“Come on, man.”

“June, if you want to fuck him again, just do it. You don’t need me to bear witness.”

“Except,” he grabbed onto Lake’s arm just as they reached the parking lot, stopping him, “I do. I’ll give him up for you after the ceremony, if that’s what you want. But I need to know now. Otherwise…I can’t promise things won’t change.”

Lake lifted a brow and turned to fully face him. “What’s this? Is the infamous playboy Yejun Sang falling for someone?”

Yejun glanced away and crossed his arms stubbornly. “No. I mean…I don’t know, okay? It’s possible I like him more than either of us intended, and it’s only been a couple of weeks.”

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