Page 3 of The Devil's Bargain
“Baby,” he nosed the side of his throat, kissing a spot in the center when Cal instinctively tilted to give him more room, “let’s be honest here, shall we? We’ve been in your head from the start. And you,” he kissed him again and then motioned Aodhan closer with his chin, “have been in ours.”
“What are you doing?” Calix whined when Mercy’s thrusts slowed and Aodhan let go of his own cock to capture Cal by the chin.
The doctor arranged him so he was facing straight ahead, then settled his lips against the other side of his neck, mirroring the placement of Mercy.
There was a hissing sound, but Calix couldn’t glance down at it with his face held in place. He pictured the snake tattoo Mercy had traveling down the director’s arm, realized that it was heading for his left nipple when Mercy slid his palm up his chest to grip him there.
Aodhan started to pump Calix with a frenzy, the fast pace so different from the languid, almost shallow thrusts of Mercy’s cock, his mind momentarily blitzed out.
Electricity buzzed through him and his balls drew tight as Mercy hit against his prostate and Aodhan’s thumb swirled over his slit. They worked his body like it belonged to them, dragging mewls and sobs from him until his protests were distant and forgotten, and all he wanted was to come.
“Breathe,” Mercy suggested one final time, and that was all the warning he gave.
Both he and Aodhan took a deep breath and then buried their teeth into Calix’s neck. They broke skin almost instantly, latching on and sucking once before digging in. It hurt for a second, but then there was a sharper sting around his sensitive nipple.
The snake tattoo latched on and flooded Cal with a rush of endorphins that brought him so high his vision actually blinked out. He may or may not have screamed through his climax, he couldn’t be sure.
All he knew was his orgasm lasted forever, and when it did finally end, something invisible snapped into place at the center of his chest, tugging at his insides.
Binding him to the two men as they continued to bite and fuck him through it all.
Chapter 2:
There were only snippets of consciousness.
Someone whispering something unintelligible in his ear.
Darkness.
A heavy weight on top of him.
Darkness.
Pain where he’d never felt pain before. But where he’d always secretly wanted to.
Darkness.
Longing felt for him.
Darkness.
Pride.
Darkness.
Pleasure.
Darkness.
Pleasure.
Darkness.
Belonging.
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Cal stared at the email, almost not believing what he was seeing. His hacking skills were admittedly not the greatest,but only in comparison to some of the other I.P.F. agents he’d met over the years.
