Page 7 of The Devil's Bargain
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
“The promise is that I’ll never let you stray too far from who you truly are ever again,” Mercy told him. “But the threat is one and the same. You aren’t alone now, Calix. You put yourself in danger, and you put us in danger. I won’t allow that. Is that understood? Say yes.”
His nipples rubbed against the sheets with every thrust, and his dick was getting too much friction from where it was trapped between him and the bed, but Cal somehow managed to nod through it.
“Words,” Mercy demanded, nipping at Cal’s shoulder with the same teeth he’d dug into Calix’s neck…at some point.
“Yes,” Cal gave in, waiting for the other man to make a sound of approval before asking, “How long have we been here?”
“Only five days.”
He blinked, certain he’d misheard.
“I would have starved to death if it’d been that long without food,” he said.
“You don’t remember feasting on Aodhan’s cock?” Mercy laughed when he shuddered. “Setting aside the fact there’s enough energy between us to keep us all alive, and the fact that I’m a Connect and your life force is now tied to mine, there’s arguably enough nutrition in Vital come to keep you going for two weeks, let alone one.”
“Why do you know that?” Calix would deal with the rest of that statement at a later date, ideally when he wasn’t being impaled and could think properly.
Before the director could respond, however, Aodhan groaned and slowly came awake.
He stared at Calix, vision clearing before his fingers flexed around Cal’s hand. “What are we talking about?”
“Eating,” Mercy supplied.
The wicked curve of his lips gave him away before he spoke. “Flip him over, Mercy. I’m famished.”
“Wait a second!” Calix went ignored, as per usual.
In the next instant, he was lifted and turned, Mercy lying back on the bed and settling Calix over him. His cock remained buried the entire time, and he didn’t start thrusting again until he’d spread Cal wide and Aodhan had moved to settle between their legs.
Mercy held him as Aodhan’s mouth dropped down over Cal’s dick, and they all moaned in unison.
Chapter 3:
“Confess, little monster.” Titus ran his fingers through Cal’s damp hair, relishing the aftermath of his conquest.
Calix and Aodhan were both sprawled out on the bed, conscious, but just barely. He’d gotten them cleaned off and back onto the mattress with only a little heavy petting in between, which he considered a success. After a week and a half of being locked in this tiny room, they’d burned through most of the excess energy. His Second and Third would rest and stabilize.
Then they could finally go home.
But first…
Titus continued to pet Cal’s blond head as he waited for him to rouse enough to reply. He was seated against the headboard, with Calix on his right, tucked safely against the wall, and Aodhan on his left, an arm dangling over the edge of the bed as he snoozed.
“Tick tock,” he urged, keeping his tone light so as not to spook Cal, even though he knew his good mood could be felt through the bond now connecting them.
Contentment would be a better word for it than happiness. For the first time in a long time, Titus felt completely centered. There was no buzzing from wild energy, or the naggingfear of one day having to take on a Third just to survive. The largest hurdle had been Aodhan, yet his delectable doctor had taken the bait and fallen for Calix with little to no prompting from Titus at all.
Things were looking up, and while he was loath to sour it all, the bubble was going to have to burst eventually. The sooner they cleared the air, the sooner they could let bygones be bygones.
Calix grumbled against the pillow but didn’t open his eyes. “Do I have to?”
“That was part of the agreement.”
He snorted. “Some agreement. You were going to get your way no matter what I said I’d do in return.”
“That’s true,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t change anything. You owe me a confession, little monster. I’m collecting.”
