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I took another peek at Jack, my stomach clenched. "Maybe—"

Cian elbowed me. "You can't say you don't want to punish him after last night." He gave me a knowing look. The man was insane, and I was sure whatever was going on in his head was a mess, but he wasn't wrong. Cian smiled, his blue eyes sparking with mischief.

"Then it's settled Jack will take all three punishments," Finnian said.

"What? I didn’t agree to shit. What about what I want?" Jack argued. He wiggled around on Finnian's thighs.

Fin's hand came down with an audible smack. The sound resonated through the room. My stomach coiled and heat blossomed in its wake. Jack went still as his mouth was left open and his eyes widened to saucers.

"We are over your entitled behavior. Until you can learn to respect us and follow the rules, you have no say," Finnian said. He brought his hand down. "Do you understand?"

Another smack. Jack jerked and his mouth snapped shut as a yelp escaped him.

"I need an answer," Finnian said. His hand came down again pulling a scream that tapered off to a moan from Jack.

I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't and yet I couldn't help myself. I glanced further down Jack's body, his ass was turning bright red as Finnian brought his hand down repeatedly. But what stole my breath was the fact Jack was hard. His cock was an angry red between his legs even as he shouted protest and tried getting away from Finnian.

Jack's breathing changed the more Finnian spanked him. His ass got redder by the second. His legs trembled as he fought to stay up on his tippy toes.

"You still haven't replied," Finnian said.

Jack shook his head, earning him another smack. My cock jumped. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by another man spanking Jack. I would have never imagined it.

"I—I okay," Jack said.

Finnian smacked his ass again. "Not good enough."

Jack wiggled on his lap, his hips moving as he sought out friction against his leaking cock. I wanted to step over to them and wrap my hand around Jack's length and stroke him. Drive him crazy as Finnian spanked him. Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach at the vivid imagery taking over my brain. My cock pressed heavily against the seam of my jeans. This felt like we were stepping over the line I'd made sure to tip-toe along for so long. Something achingly close to relief and excitement settled in the middle of my chest.

Did this mean I can make Jack mine even for a short while?

"Yes, I under—stand." Jack sniffled.

I expected Finnian to smack his raw ass again but instead, he rubbed firm circles over the red globes. "Will you listen to what we say?"

Jack nodded and Finnian tapped his ass pulling out a moan.

"Yes," Jack half moaned and shouted.

"Good boy," Finnian said.

Jack visibly sagged, his soft cries were unmistakable but what caught my eye even more was how Finnian treated him after. He could have made it far more humiliating for Jack. Instead, he'd been focused solely on Jack and his spanking. Even now as he rubbed Jack's ass it was clear to see he was giving him comfort.

"Ronan," Finnian called.

I pushed off the wall and moved toward them and unclenched my fist. It had taken everything in me not to move toward them. Finnian looked up at me and then back down at Jack. Something passed over his face before it disappeared. It was impossible to decipher exactly what it was.

"Take him."

I grabbed the yellow throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over Jack before I scooped him up. His arms went around my neck instantly and he pressed his tear-streaked face against the crook of my neck. My arms tightened around him at the same time my heart skipped a beat. Finnian stared at us for a long while before getting up. "I'm going to get some rest. Cian you're on watch."

"You can have him." Cian pushed off the wall and moved toward us. He smiled at Jack. "What I have in mind would break him right now."

I pressed Jack against my chest and nodded, not sure what to say to that. Cian was crazy and there was no telling what Jack would have to endure from him. He snuggled up closer to me. Tears wetted his eyelashes making him seem even more innocent than he was. My heartbeat was still racing as I made my way to Jack's bedroom.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Jack sniffled and nodded his head. "Yes."

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