Page 75 of The Devil's Mercy

“You’re going to tell us everything once we’re done here,” Aodhan swore. “And we’re going to be able to feel every single thing you feel when you do. No more hiding. No more running.”

“Aodhan.” Calix seemed at a loss for words.

Or maybe he was just too busy getting his brains screwed out.

“You tricked me into killing for you?” Didn’t matter that Aodhan would have done it for him simply if Cal had asked. Clearly the other man hadn’t realized that. Yet. They had time. After tonight, they had all the time in the universe for Aodhan to show him all the lengths he’d willingly go to please him. He captured Cal’s chin. “You truly are a littlemonster, aren’t you Calix Valimir?”

If this had been three months ago, he would have shied away or denied it. But he didn’t do either of those things now. In the steadiest voice he could manage, considering he was still being fucked, Cal simply answered, “Yes.”

And damn it all.

If that didn’t prove Mercy had been right to give him those three months of alone time, nothing would.

“You’re never wrong, Mercy,” Aodhan praised, tracing Calix’s full bottom lip with his thumb before pushing in so his flesh rubbed against his teeth.

Instead of moving away from the pain, Cal leaned in closer.

“Open up, Be’urn.” He grabbed his cock and brought it up to those plush lips. Then he met Mercy’s intense stare over Calix’s lithe body. “Let’s claim our Third and bring him home for proper punishment.”

Mercy smirked. “I agree.”

“What about you, little monster?” Aodhan grinned down at him. “How does that sound to you?”

They all knew what he was really asking.

Consent.

Calix swallowed, and just when Aodhan was starting to worry he was about to pull a one eighty on them, he gave a single, curt nod. “I agree.”

“To what?” Mercy demanded.

“To the bond,” Cal said. “To you. To both of you.”

Aodhan was loath to admit it, but the sound of consent was like music to his ears.