Page 28 of The Devil's Embrace

Something prickled at his skin, something hot and uncomfortable, making him feel tight. He shifted, trying to work out a kink in a muscle he couldn’t identify. A familiar burn raced down his body, settling in his lower region. With another gasp of dread, he realized he’d gotten hard, his dick straining against the silky material of the pink pants.

The feeling was familiar, instantly bringing back memories of the woods when he’d been cornered by a man he’d thought was Heathe.

Thought then, anyway. The more he replayed those events in his ind, the more certain he became that it wasn’t Heathe that day fucking him with his own gun.

The arousal was swift and all consuming, just like in the forest, and it wasn’t just him and the rest of the party that were experiencing it.

Aodhan pulled him back suddenly, shoving him against the wall in the hallway they’d ended up in when he’d gone to vomit. His body pressed against Cal’s, one hand diving through Cal’s hair, the other grabbing onto his hip as he ground himself against him.

The doctor was aroused, too.

“What’s—” Calix pulled back long enough to force the words out, struggling to turn away from Aodhan’s insistent mouth. “What’s going on?”

“Want you,” Aodhan growled. “So badly.”

“What…” Cal’s lips were captured in a scorching kiss that had his hips rocking forward to meet Aodhan’s.

Wait.

It took all his willpower to shove the other man away, but he somehow managed, clinging to the wall to remain upright. He flung out a hand when Aodhan went to step closer, shaking his head wildly. “We’ve been drugged!”

The purple beverage they’d passed out to the guests. It had to be that. Both he and Aodhan had finished a glass.

“It must be a date rape drug,” he explained, struggling with the need to touch himself and find friction for his weeping dick. Already, there was a dark stain at the front of his pants. He cursed. “I can’t believe this is happening again! This fucking planet, I swear to the gods everyone here is fucked up!”

Although, technically, the drug he’d been given at the reunion had knocked him out, not turned him on. It hadn’t made him desperate for it. Desperate to drop to his hands and knees and beg the sexy doctor with the impossibly pretty eyes to—

No.

No.

“We have to get out of here.” Calix reached for Aodhan’s wrist, but the second he made contact, they both moaned. He found himself back against the wall in a heartbeat, one of the doctor’s knees pressing between his thighs, making him croon.

“This is wrong.” His hands roamed up Aodhan’s back, feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch. “You don’t really want me.”

The doctor’s mouth covered his frantically, his tongue diving through his lips to stroke against his in a domineeringdisplay of false affection. He bit and licked at Cal, as though trying to consume him, only pulling back when he ended up biting too hard.

“Ow.” Cal felt a sting at his bottom lip and when he touched it, his finger came away red.

“You’re bleeding,” Aodhan said, voice impossibly deep. He went still as a statue, eyes staring at the blood for a moment before he planted his palms on either side of Calix’s head and used the wall to push himself away. He stumbled back, gaze sweeping out the doorway, and whatever he saw in the room had his breath quickening. “You have to get out of here.”

“What?” Calix wasn’t following.

“Go,” he insisted. “You have to leave.”

Oh, right. Because they’d been drugged.

“We both have to.” He patted himself down before recalling that Aodhan had been the one to drive.

The doctor pulled a set of keys from his jacket pocket and tossed them at Cal. “The first door on the left at the end of the hall. That leads to the parking garage. They would have put the car there.”

Calix went to move, but instead of following, Aodhan simply stepped out of his path, as though afraid they would touch and set each other off again. “What are you doing? Come on.”

“No, we can’t both leave. It doesn’t work like that.”

“What are you talking about? Aod—” He caught himself just in time, catching sight of movement over the doctor’s shoulder.

Red Mask—Antitheus—was headed toward them, not seeming any less angry than he had when he’d first caught Calix’s attention.

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