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It sent stars exploding in Nix’s eyes and he squeezed them shut, gasping and writhing, unsure if he was trying to escape or impale himself even further on the savage Demon. There was no embarrassment this time. It didn’t matter that he was being watched by Lake and Yejun, that they were seeing him come completely undone for their best friend.

Nix wanted them to see.

Wanted them to know what they were missing.

When had he become so contemptuous? He was angry, more so than he’d realized, and that anger had manifested itself into this. Into his willingness to undress and debase himself in front of them, all so they could feel badly for mistreating him.

In a way, he supposed he was also using West, similar to how the Demon currently fucking him with a frenzy had accused him of doing. He was not so subtly telling the others, “Look what happens when you treat me right. Look what reward you get”.

The real kicker?

Nix didn’t even feel bad about it.

“Can I let one of them hold your wrists down?” West asked, staring into Nix’s eyes as though he could read his thoughts. He probably had an inkling of what direction they’d taken, was no doubt hoping he could convince Nix to have a little mercy.

“No.” Nix wasn’t ready to give this up just yet. To give up the feeling of power. It was the first time in a long time—maybe even his entire life—that he was feeling it, that he was discovering what it truly meant to have total control, and he was going to cling to it as long as possible.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to take their play to a more aggressive level. That’s when it was the best between them. When West hurt him just a little and Nix could bask in the endorphin high that bit of pain always brought.

He was aware control was a fleeting thing, maybe even a false thing. And not just with West. Each of the Demons was remaking Nix in the image they wanted.

For West, that was a lover who enjoyed rough sex.

For Lake, that was someone who was submissive in the bedroom and liked taking orders.

For Yejun…Actually, Nix wasn’t entirely sure. Probably because the sex between them had always been a mixture of both. He’d physically control Nix by posing his body however he pleased, though he was always careful not to do anything that could cause him discomfort.

At least, not until their last time.

“Yejun’s tie,” Nix said, an image of Lake wrapping that crimson material around his hand coming to mind and causing him to instinctively arch his back as he took West’s next thrust. “You can use that.”

“You’re taking this very far, Songbird,” Lake growled darkly, but that was the only complaint he made. A moment later, the sound of rustling fabric could be heard, followed by the Imperial’s hand appearing over Nix’s head, the silk tie in hand.

Nix presented his wrists. “Make it tight.”

“Pretty sure that’s my line,” West chided, but his heart wasn’t in it. He even smiled down at him and reached to pluck at one of Nix’s nipples.

Lake silently took Nix’s wrists and secured the tie around them, making sure it was tight, but not enough to cut off circulation. Once he was finished, he hesitated, peering down at Nix with a hungry gaze that did nothing to hide what he really wanted to do.

Maintaining eye contact, Nix lifted his arms and then draped them over West’s head, so the binding was pressed against the Demon’s neck. Then, he used that as leverage to lift himself, mouth finding West’s. The kiss was eager and all-consuming, and Nix poured himself into it, cinching his thighs around his waist to cling to him as his hole continued to be pounded through the exchange.

West’s tongue tangled with his, licking fire throughout his entire body. He was just as passionate, the consideration he’d clearly been holding onto for his friends dashed away as quickly as Nix’s dignity had been. There was only this. Only them and all the ways they could become connected.

Nix held on even tighter when West suddenly shifted them, cupping his ass in his palms to lift him off the desk entirely. The new position had Nix’s body sinking down onto West’s cock, gravity helping as he was brought into an upright position.

They both groaned, West easily finding his rhythm again, cock driving into Nix with the same wild urgency. When he pulled away from the kiss and lapped at the side of Nix’s neck, Nix tipped his head to allow him better access.

And then a thought occurred to him.

Nix’s fingers clawed lightly over the base of West’s skull and as soon as the Demon pulled away, he caught his eye and pointedly presented the unmarred side of his neck.

Everything in the room seemed to freeze at once.

Even with his back to them, Nix could sense that both Lake and Yejun had gone on high alert. It was no different from the man holding him, his cock buried to the hilt, though he’d stopped thrusting and gone just as still as the others.

A range of emotions played across West’s face before he managed to say, “Nixie.”

Nix wasn’t going to take no for an answer though.

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