Page 10 of Saint (Demons of Foxglove Grove #3)

He’d thought they’d put up more of a fight. After witnessing their bond all these months, no one understood the dynamic between the Demons better than Nix did. It wasn’t sexual in nature, came more from a place of feeling like family than anything.

Yet there was Lake and Yejun, less than ten feet in front of him, making out like they were old lovers separated for years.

Nix took pity on them at the last second and started them off simply with kissing. He hadn’t anticipated them taking it this seriously, even if the start had been awkward. As soon as they’d found their bearings…

“Is it weird of me to say this is sort of turning me on?” West’s voice cut through Nix’s thoughts and he glanced over to find the other Demon’s head tilted to the side, his eyes locked on the show.

Yejun lifted a hand from Lake’s hip and flipped West the bird, but he didn’t pull away from the kiss. His tongue drove forward, chasing after Lake’s as the two of them dueled for dominance. That was the only thing that made this sloppy. The obvious bid for control and the hesitancy whenever a part other than their lips met.

But West wasn’t wrong. It was…hot. Exciting, even. Nix felt a rush unlike anything else and it sort of scared him.

Was this why the club used sex as a weapon? Why they insisted on keeping films as blackmail, and why dominating someone else in the bedroom was seen as a testament to the level of power they held?

When he’d first arrived here, all of that had sounded like something out of a bad pornography, yet here he was, getting hard as he watched two men he’d also been intimate with swap saliva.

Mostly against their will.

Nix was fucked up, but that revelation wasn’t going to cause him to back down. He hadn’t started this to lose his conviction at just a kiss.

“June,” the nickname felt foreign and strange coming from him, but Nix forced himself to keep his cool, “put your hand in Lake’s pants.”

They both froze, and Lake pulled away first, turning to Nix who merely shrugged. When it became apparent he meant it, Lake reached to undo his dress pants.

“No,” Nix shook his head, “Yejun can do it.”

Yejun exhaled, the sound coming off more pissed off than anything. “You’re really choosing to take out your anger this way, Firebird?”

“I haven’t even begun yet.”

He made another sound but then quickly unsnapped the button on Lake’s pants, dragging the zipper down with the same lack of finesse. Yejun didn’t still until he’d cupped Lake through his black boxer briefs and the other man hissed.

“Before either of you think of lying about this not working,” Nix said, “I’d like to point out if you were able to give each other hand jobs before, clearly you’re not averse to one another’s touch. But if you need extra help, feel free to imagine it’s me you’re touching.”

Both Lake and Yejun seemed keen to that suggestion, and the latter started to move his hand, gently at first, massaging Lake through the thin cloth material in an attempt to arouse him.

“Kiss again,” Nix ordered, watching Lake’s cock come alive under Yejun’s persistent hand.

Lake took the initiative, leaning forward to capture Yejun’s lips. He bit at him and then grabbed onto his neck, hauling him forward while grinding against his palm at the same time. There was no denying he was horny now, lust getting the best of him as he used his best friend for pleasure.

Nix had never been more grateful that he wasn’t the jealous type. There were no negative feelings about this. The opposite, in fact. He shifted on his feet, aware that he was in danger of leaking through his pants, but unwilling to set down the multi-slate and stop filming to remove them.

He knew what that felt like, to be held by Lake and forced to take whatever he was willing to give.

To have all of Yejun’s passion aimed his way, those skilled fingers working their magic. Fingers that had slipped beneath the waistband of Lake’s underwear and pulled that needy cock free. They were working him in short pumps, Yejun paying extra care to Lake’s sensitive tip, as though he knew exactly where the Imperial liked to be touched most.

Those hand jobs they’d exchanged in the past must have been epic for him to recall tiny details such as that, and any lingering guilt—though small—Nix may have been feeling for making them do this vanished.

Suddenly, Yejun dropped to his knees, tugging down Lake’s pants and underwear to expose his entire front and ass.

“What are you doing?” Lake asked, which was good, because Nix had completely forgotten how to talk.

“Giving the Firebird what he really wants,” Yejun explained before he brought his face close to Lake’s leaking cock and licked at a bead of his precome. He turned and caught Nix’s gaze and opened his mouth wide enough to take in Lake’s flushed crown, sucking on it a bit before releasing with a pop that had everyone in the room shuddering.

“Do you like this, Nix?” he asked in a sultry tone that Nix felt all the way down to his toes. “Want us to keep going? You’re in charge here, baby. Tell us what you want and we’ll do it.”

He was performing for the camera. This was his way of showing Nix he was willing to do what it took to make things up to him, willing to prove himself through his actions instead of empty promises. It was what Nix had wanted, but he hesitated, momentarily wondering if this was really a punishment at all if they enjoyed it.

It didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that he didn’t care.

Nix didn’t want to hurt them. This wasn’t about making them suffer in the same ways they’d made him. What he truly wanted was to be their equal, to make a stance and show them that he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life pushed over or pinned down.

If Yejun and Lake got off on this too, all the better.

At the end of the day, didn’t that still make Nix the winner?

“You’re so hard for him Lake,” Nix almost didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice as he spoke. “Is it because he smells nice?”

“You think he smells nice?” West’s eyes kept moving between the three of them, as though he couldn’t decide who he wanted to look at more.

“Yeah,” Nix admitted. “Like paint covered in powdered sugar.”

“That’s a very odd combination,” Lake grunted and then threaded his fingers through Yejun’s dark hair, those long digits slipping beneath the loose bun at the back of Yejun’s head. “But yes. I do think he smells good. Not as good as you, but it’s pleasant.”

“Fuck his face then,” Nix stated, his dick twitching between his legs. “He’s got a skilled tongue, don’t you want to feel it? Yejun, suck him off. If he comes for you, maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Lake helped guide his head when he adjusted on his knees and leaned in for it. The second Yejun’s lips wrapped around his cock again, he moaned, eyes slipping shut as he was sucked down all the way in one easy glide.

Yejun buried him deep in his throat and hummed before slowly pulling off, the tip of his tongue lapping at Lake’s slit.

“Damn,” West let out a low whistle, “putting on a whole production, June?”

“Gotta please our fourth,” came the reply a second before he went back to work. Yejun swallowed Lake again, his face changing color as he held his breath and bobbed. His right hand lifted to fondle Lake’s heavy balls, the other slipping behind him to trace the curve of his crack.

Nix anticipated a little resistance when he saw it, but to his surprise, Lake didn’t pull away or try to stop him. The Imperial even widened his stance to give Yejun easier access to his hole.

When Yejun’s middle finger penetrated Lake, Nix felt his own cheeks clench up. Watching the exchange, his body heated and he felt insanely empty. His hips swiveled forward on their own accord, chasing after what little friction his tight clothing provided. If this kept up, even with that small bit of contact, he was going to blow.

The sounds of Yejun suckling at Lake and the Imperial’s heavy breathing was really doing it for Nix, and from the looks of it, West was close himself.

They just needed to last until Lake came, that was all. If they could do that, Nix could move on to the final part of his plan and they could get theirs as well. But they had to wait otherwise—

Lake’s head dropped back and his hand on Yejun’s head shoved him down and held.

Dutifully, Yejun swallowed down the Imperial’s orgasm, the movements of his throat causing both Nix and West to groan.

Nix barely even waited for them to finish. The second Yejun pulled off of Lake’s softening cock, Nix dropped the multi-slate to the desk and immediately started to undress. “West.”

The other Demon didn’t need any more prompting than that, tugging his shirt off as he practically stalked toward Nix. Once he’d reached him, he lifted him onto the smooth surface and helped him strip out of the rest of his clothing.

As soon as he had him naked, West yanked his thighs apart and fit himself snuggly between them, taking Nix’s mouth in a brutal kiss.

Sensation exploded within him and Nix clung to the Demon, his aching dick rubbing against the larger one protruding from West’s open pants. He hadn’t bothered removing them, but that was all right, so long as his cock was free and Nix had access to it, that was all that mattered. The two of them weren’t going to be filmed, and he’d shut the camera off before he’d put the device down.

“You’re evil, Nixie,” West growled as he tore his mouth away, only to deliver nips down his chest. He captured a nipple between his teeth and rolled it, applying a bit of sting to the bite, until Nix was writhing from that alone. “Using me against my friends.”

“You know that’s why I approached you from the start,” Nix teased. He’d entered West’s room alone under the guise of being curious about classical music. Of course West had figured out what was up.

He chuckled proudly. “You fit right in, babe.”

“Actually,” Nix slid down the desk until his ass bumped against West’s cock, “you do.”

“Hold on,” West began to protest, but Nix shook his head.

“Don’t need to. I’m still opened up from when you fucked me this morning.”

Both Lake and Yejun made sounds akin to a whimper behind him, and Nix grinned at that reaction.

“Definitively one of us,” West said. “Ready for me, Nixie? Let’s make them watch and regret ever wronging you, yeah?”

“Man, fuck off,” Yejun lost his cool.

“Planning on it.”

Nix arched his back and cried out as West plowed into him so deeply, he felt his cock bump against his lower stomach. That first thrust was brutal and unyielding, forcing his body to stretch too quickly. “Too much! Slow down!”

West chuckled above him, tightening the grip he had on his hips so he could yank Nix’s body across the desk to meet his next brutal thrust.

It sent stars exploding in Nix’s eyes and he squeezed them shut, gasping and writhing, unsure if he was trying to escape or impale himself even further on the savage Demon. There was no embarrassment this time. It didn’t matter that he was being watched by Lake and Yejun, that they were seeing him come completely undone for their best friend.

Nix wanted them to see.

Wanted them to know what they were missing.

When had he become so contemptuous? He was angry, more so than he’d realized, and that anger had manifested itself into this. Into his willingness to undress and debase himself in front of them, all so they could feel badly for mistreating him.

In a way, he supposed he was also using West, similar to how the Demon currently fucking him with a frenzy had accused him of doing. He was not so subtly telling the others, “Look what happens when you treat me right. Look what reward you get”.

The real kicker?

Nix didn’t even feel bad about it.

“Can I let one of them hold your wrists down?” West asked, staring into Nix’s eyes as though he could read his thoughts. He probably had an inkling of what direction they’d taken, was no doubt hoping he could convince Nix to have a little mercy.

“No.” Nix wasn’t ready to give this up just yet. To give up the feeling of power. It was the first time in a long time—maybe even his entire life—that he was feeling it, that he was discovering what it truly meant to have total control, and he was going to cling to it as long as possible.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to take their play to a more aggressive level. That’s when it was the best between them. When West hurt him just a little and Nix could bask in the endorphin high that bit of pain always brought.

He was aware control was a fleeting thing, maybe even a false thing. And not just with West. Each of the Demons was remaking Nix in the image they wanted.

For West, that was a lover who enjoyed rough sex.

For Lake, that was someone who was submissive in the bedroom and liked taking orders.

For Yejun…Actually, Nix wasn’t entirely sure. Probably because the sex between them had always been a mixture of both. He’d physically control Nix by posing his body however he pleased, though he was always careful not to do anything that could cause him discomfort.

At least, not until their last time.

“Yejun’s tie,” Nix said, an image of Lake wrapping that crimson material around his hand coming to mind and causing him to instinctively arch his back as he took West’s next thrust. “You can use that.”

“You’re taking this very far, Songbird,” Lake growled darkly, but that was the only complaint he made. A moment later, the sound of rustling fabric could be heard, followed by the Imperial’s hand appearing over Nix’s head, the silk tie in hand.

Nix presented his wrists. “Make it tight.”

“Pretty sure that’s my line,” West chided, but his heart wasn’t in it. He even smiled down at him and reached to pluck at one of Nix’s nipples.

Lake silently took Nix’s wrists and secured the tie around them, making sure it was tight, but not enough to cut off circulation. Once he was finished, he hesitated, peering down at Nix with a hungry gaze that did nothing to hide what he really wanted to do.

Maintaining eye contact, Nix lifted his arms and then draped them over West’s head, so the binding was pressed against the Demon’s neck. Then, he used that as leverage to lift himself, mouth finding West’s. The kiss was eager and all- consuming, and Nix poured himself into it, cinching his thighs around his waist to cling to him as his hole continued to be pounded through the exchange.

West’s tongue tangled with his, licking fire throughout his entire body. He was just as passionate, the consideration he’d clearly been holding onto for his friends dashed away as quickly as Nix’s dignity had been. There was only this. Only them and all the ways they could become connected.

Nix held on even tighter when West suddenly shifted them, cupping his ass in his palms to lift him off the desk entirely. The new position had Nix’s body sinking down onto West’s cock, gravity helping as he was brought into an upright position.

They both groaned, West easily finding his rhythm again, cock driving into Nix with the same wild urgency. When he pulled away from the kiss and lapped at the side of Nix’s neck, Nix tipped his head to allow him better access.

And then a thought occurred to him.

Nix’s fingers clawed lightly over the base of West’s skull and as soon as the Demon pulled away, he caught his eye and pointedly presented the unmarred side of his neck.

Everything in the room seemed to freeze at once.

Even with his back to them, Nix could sense that both Lake and Yejun had gone on high alert. It was no different from the man holding him, his cock buried to the hilt, though he’d stopped thrusting and gone just as still as the others.

A range of emotions played across West’s face before he managed to say, “Nixie.”

Nix wasn’t going to take no for an answer though.

This time, he was going to be the one to choose.

He cupped the back of West’s head and pulled him a little closer, scowling when West resisted. “You promised, remember? You said when you bite me, you’ll give me fair warning.”

“I wasn’t planning on biting you today.”

“No,” Nix agreed, because he’d known that, “but isn’t this better? I’m asking you to. My willingness should be preferable. Unless,” he lowered his voice to a teasing tone, “you want me to pretend to struggle and resist? I could play, if that’s what you need. Either way, this happens now.”

West’s uncertainty didn’t diminish.

“It’s a test.” Lake understood before anyone else, and West’s eyes lifted over Nix to meet his gaze with a partial frown. “He made June and I prove ourselves by filming the video. He’s making you do this for the same reason. Prove yourself.”

Nix almost caved and took the order back, not liking the way Lake sounded. He was clearly upset, holding himself back from putting a stop to this even though it had to have been obvious from the start this was where they were eventually headed.

Lake shared everything with his best friends. Even Nix. He didn’t get to draw a line in the sand to determine how far that went.

Nix did.

“This is my body,” Nix insisted, speaking not only for them to hear, but to regain the confidence he’d been feeling as well. “This is my life. You three may have stolen the course of it, but it’s still mine. The way I see it, we have two options. You either lock me up somewhere I can’t escape, or you convince me you’re going to keep your promise to take care of me. Let’s think of this as till death do us part. You want to keep me? Give me a reason to want to stay. Show me you’ll do what I ask, even if it’s difficult. Show me you’ll put me first.”

He didn’t mean to pit them against each other in the long run. The three of them had gotten this far because of their tight bond, and Nix wasn’t trying to ruin that. But he needed confirmation that he wasn’t going to the one tossed aside if ever there was an argument between them. That even though the Demons had been with each other longer, their feelings for Nix were every bit as strong as the ones they held for each other.

West had already done the most to prove that, but Nix wasn’t satisfied with half-measures anymore. It was as Lake had said. This was a test, and he refused to feel guilty for needing it.

At the end of the day, whose fault was it that he didn’t fully trust them?

It wasn’t his, that was for damn sure.

“Do it,” Lake said, but that only irritated Nix for some reason.

“Shut up,” he snapped. He crossed his ankles behind the small of West’s back, forcing his cock to prod at his insides from the motion. A moan almost slipped past his lips, but he caught himself, unwilling to give in to desire now that he was so close to proving the point that should have been made months ago at the start of this insanity.

“West,” he waited until he had the man’s full, undivided attention once more, “bite me. I need you to.”

“…You aren’t thinking clearly. It’s the lust—”

“You can’t honestly believe I’d put myself through the agony of a claiming mark just because of good dick, can you?” Nix pointed out a bit crassly. “I’m going to get it anyway. I don’t need to beg you to bite me to be fucked.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” West asked. “Are you begging me?”

Nix considered his next words carefully. “I’m begging you to save us.”

Because if West refused to do this now, that was it. Nix didn’t see how he could muster the courage to challenge them ever again, to trust their words when they all claimed to want him and care for him. If West didn’t do this and show him this really was forever, something inside of Nix would shatter for sure.

It was already close to irreparable after what Yejun and Lake had done. So far, West had been the one thing holding them together despite all of that. But if he couldn’t show Nix he could set aside his worry about making Lake and Yejun feel bad and do what Nix wanted even if it made those two uncomfortable then—

West pulled out and set Nix down on the edge of the desk. He retreated a step, and it was all Nix could do to stop himself from reaching out to grab onto him. Though he held himself in check, something must have crossed over his expression, because West covered that bit of space between them and planted a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Relax, babe. I’ll do it. I just have to grab something from my bag first, that’s all. Okay?”

He hesitated but then nodded his head, watching as West ambled over to the door where he’d dropped his backpack earlier. His muscles flexed and he gave Nix a great view of his ass and the hard member still erect between his thighs when he bent down and unzipped it, uncaring about his nude form or the fact everyone in the room was looking.

“What is that?” Nix asked when West returned with a tube of something in his hand. “Sun cream?”

“Better,” he replied, twisting off the cap and tossing it to the side. He settled between Nix’s spread thighs, his wet cockhead bumping against Nix’s lower abs. When that had his breath hitching, West chuckled at him. “You’re the one who put a pause on things, Nixie.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one taking forever and a day to pick it back up.” He motioned at the tube. “Pick up the pace. Whatever you’re planning on doing with that, get it over with already so you can—”

“Fuck you?”

Nix narrowed his eyes, but his heart leaped in his chest when West brought the tip of the tube to the space between his neck and shoulder. He flinched when the cold goop made contact, then furrowed his brow when he started to feel a weird numbing sensation spread throughout the entire area.

“What is that?” he tried to turn his head to see, but West’s fingers captured his chin, keeping him in place as he continued to apply a generous amount to Nix’s body. Once he was satisfied, he dropped the tube and used his other hand to rub the cream into Nix’s skin.

“You’ve just been carrying that shit in your bag this whole time?” Yejun said, an edge of annoyance in his tone that had Nix’s spine noticeably stiffening.

“I mean this in the most loving way possible,” West replied, “shut the fuck up, June.”

Yejun went quiet, but Nix was caught up on that word.

Loving.

Was this loving?

Was asking to be claimed in an office after signing away his freedom loving?

Was the cream West just used on him loving?

What was loving?

“Hey.” West’s fingers on his chin pulled him back to the present. “We protect each other, yeah?”

Nix licked his lips. “Yeah.”

“After this, I promise no one will be allowed to hurt you ever again.” He looked over at the others. “Right?”

“Yes,” Lake and Yejun both said, just the single word and nothing else.

“How’s it feel?” West rubbed a few more circles into Nix’s skin.

“Numb,” he replied. The entire area didn’t feel like anything anymore.

“Good.”

“Did you prepare this…?”

“For you?” West finished for him with a smirk. “Yeah, babe. I’ll make this as pleasant of an experience as possible. Hold onto me, okay?”

Nix nodded and lifted his arms, looping them over West’s head a second time, and took a shaky breath. Despite all that bravado, he was afraid. When Lake had bitten him, the pain had been excruciating. It wasn’t at all something he wanted to experience a second time.

West widened his legs and slipped in closer, tipping Nix’s hips so that he could line his cock up with his entrance. “Ready?”

Not even a little.

He nodded anyway.

And the Demon sunk his teeth and his cock into his body at the same time.