Page 21 of The Devil's Bargain
Afraid of making too much noise, Calix opted to lightly lick at him instead of continuing to bob, pulling off enough he could swirl his tongue around his crown and dip against his slit. Teasingly, he lapped at him, like a kitten leisurely drinking milk, his excitement growing every time Mercy’s cock pulsed.
This was meant to be a punishment, a means to make him uncomfortable with a stranger in the room and the chance of getting caught, but instead, Calix felt his worries swept away,replaced by a familiar thrill that rivaled the ones he felt before leaping into the fray on a dangerous case.
Which made him wonder…Was this by design?
Had Mercy actually lured him here to give him a rush, to satisfy his urges so he would be less likely to take unnecessary risks while on duty?
When he’d told Cal to come to him whenever he felt antsy, he hadn’t thought too much of it. The sexual innuendo had been obvious, so he hadn’t bothered considering it further. Now, the statement was starting to make more sense.
His dick, already aching between his thighs, gushed.
Chapter 8:
Aodhan excused himself from the meeting, barely making it to his office in time, cursing his pod all the way.
His dick was unleashed and in his hand before the door to his attached room was even closed, a moan slipping past his lips to cut through the otherwise silence of the space typically only used for power napping between lengthy surgeries.
He should have known Mercy wasn’t going to be capable of lasting the day. Of course he’d already abused his power and summoned their Third to the hospital. It wasn’t out of character, and Aodhan felt a bit dumb for expecting a peaceful afternoon. The bond was still fresh between them, and Calix was too new to wielding their connection. He couldn’t control the flow of things as well, and desire poured through, seeping into Aodhan’s side of things, practically drowning him in insatiable lust.
He had half a mind to storm Mercy’s office, only it was on the other side of the hospital, too far for him to safely reach before someone took notice of the massive hard on in his pants.
Or, in his palm, as it were.
“Fuck.” He stroked himself roughly, squeezing too tightly until there were small bursts of pain to accompany the onslaught of intense pleasure. He could feel the way Mercy and Cal were writhing with their own bouts of sensation, felt the sparksskitter through their sexy detective, and the attraction Mercy experienced witnessing it.
Aodhan sent a burst of his annoyance through the bond, gritting his teeth when their First’s answering amusement hit him next.
“Asshole.”
A flicker of cocky daring came next, almost giving Aodhan pause. It was as though Mercy knew he’d just cursed, even though there was no way he could have. That was their damn director, though, always too aware. Too clever and insightful.
Until Mercy, no one had ever been able to read Aodhan so clearly. Take him apart so thoroughly. There was no way of hiding a thing from him, something Aodhan found both fascinating and frustrating all at once. There was no freedom in being with someone like Titus Mercer.
But that was okay.
Freedom was overrated anyway.
Phenomenal orgasms and having someone to take care of him for the rest of his life? That was the dream. A dream he’d, admittedly, been unaware he’d even harbored until Mercy came around and showed him.
A dream he was now busily teaching Calix.
Good Light, Aodhan was going to get them back for this later. He had another important meeting, even more so than the one he’d just abandoned, that couldn’t be missed in ten minutes. If he didn’t find relief before then, he was going to have to walk around hard for the next hour and half.
With a growl, he tore off his multi-slate, setting it down sharply on the top of the dresser, before clicking the button that would dial his First. Mercy, the bastard, let it ring four whole times before finally answering, a knowing drawl to his tone.
“Yes?”
“Don’t ‘yes’ me,” Aodhan hissed, hand still fervently working himself. “Put me on speaker.”
“What ever for?”
“Mercy.”
“Little killer.”
He bit his tongue to keep himself from cursing, knowing full well that’s what Mercy was trying to get him to do. If he fell for it, he’d be the one punished later at home, and his mood was too sour to not get his chance to do the hitting and biting.
“Please,” Aodhan switched tactics, because two could play at being manipulative fuckers if that’s how Mercy wanted to do things. “If I don’t come soon, I’ll have to go out like this, and then everyone will see—”
