Page 8 of The Devil’s Bargain (A Devil to Die for #3)

Aodhan excused himself from the meeting, barely making it to his office in time, cursing his pod all the way.

His dick was unleashed and in his hand before the door to his attached room was even closed, a moan slipping past his lips to cut through the otherwise silence of the space typically only used for power napping between lengthy surgeries.

He should have known Mercy wasn’t going to be capable of lasting the day.

Of course he’d already abused his power and summoned their Third to the hospital.

It wasn’t out of character, and Aodhan felt a bit dumb for expecting a peaceful afternoon.

The bond was still fresh between them, and Calix was too new to wielding their connection.

He couldn’t control the flow of things as well, and desire poured through, seeping into Aodhan’s side of things, practically drowning him in insatiable lust.

He had half a mind to storm Mercy’s office, only it was on the other side of the hospital, too far for him to safely reach before someone took notice of the massive hard on in his pants.

Or, in his palm, as it were.

“Fuck.” He stroked himself roughly, squeezing too tightly until there were small bursts of pain to accompany the onslaught of intense pleasure.

He could feel the way Mercy and Cal were writhing with their own bouts of sensation, felt the sparks skitter through their sexy detective, and the attraction Mercy experienced witnessing it.

Aodhan sent a burst of his annoyance through the bond, gritting his teeth when their First’s answering amusement hit him next.

“Asshole.”

A flicker of cocky daring came next, almost giving Aodhan pause. It was as though Mercy knew he’d just cursed, even though there was no way he could have. That was their damn director, though, always too aware. Too clever and insightful.

Until Mercy, no one had ever been able to read Aodhan so clearly. Take him apart so thoroughly. There was no way of hiding a thing from him, something Aodhan found both fascinating and frustrating all at once. There was no freedom in being with someone like Titus Mercer.

But that was okay.

Freedom was overrated anyway.

Phenomenal orgasms and having someone to take care of him for the rest of his life? That was the dream. A dream he’d, admittedly, been unaware he’d even harbored until Mercy came around and showed him.

A dream he was now busily teaching Calix.

Good Light, Aodhan was going to get them back for this later. He had another important meeting, even more so than the one he’d just abandoned, that couldn’t be missed in ten minutes. If he didn’t find relief before then, he was going to have to walk around hard for the next hour and half.

With a growl, he tore off his multi-slate, setting it down sharply on the top of the dresser, before clicking the button that would dial his First. Mercy, the bastard, let it ring four whole times before finally answering, a knowing drawl to his tone.

“Yes?”

“Don’t ‘yes’ me,” Aodhan hissed, hand still fervently working himself. “Put me on speaker.”

“What ever for?”

“Mercy.”

“Little killer.”

He bit his tongue to keep himself from cursing, knowing full well that’s what Mercy was trying to get him to do. If he fell for it, he’d be the one punished later at home, and his mood was too sour to not get his chance to do the hitting and biting.

“Please,” Aodhan switched tactics, because two could play at being manipulative fuckers if that’s how Mercy wanted to do things. “If I don’t come soon, I’ll have to go out like this, and then everyone will see—”

“No one is allowed to see what you look like when you’re aroused,” Mercy warned, voice dipping dangerously low.

He whined in response, sensing how close he was to getting his way. “Put me on speaker then. Help me get there so no one else has the chance to see what you do to me.”

“You think you’re so clever, little killer.” There was a pause and then a moan, the sound distinctly Calix’s. “You both do.”

Aodhan listened as hard as he could to the wet sounds and asked, “Is he blowing you?”

“He’s choking on my cock, yes,” Mercy confirmed. “Listen closely. This will be you in a few hours.”

He shivered at the threat, realizing punishment was in his future after all, but before he could think up a way to get himself out of it, the sounds grew louder. Mercy had switched his device to speaker, and now harsh breathing and the squeaking of chair springs echoed through the line.

Aodhan could picture it vividly now, Calix on his knees, pleasuring Mercy with his tongue and those pretty pink lips. He’d be good at it, careful, attacking Mercy’s cock with the same determination and drive he approached everything with.

Their detective didn’t realize it, but he was actually a very astute individual.

He was intelligent, insightful, and driven, even if Cal would deny it if asked.

Hell, the poor guy thought he hated his job, but that was only because he’d never seen the way he lit up while working a case.

Even the last one, which he’d botched on purpose for Aodhan’s benefit.

There was a particular sparkle in Calix’s eyes when he believed he might be close to something, close to answers, that was sexy and raw.

It made Aodhan want to swallow him whole, consume him from top to bottom, and let some of that passion seep into his own bloodstream. He’d lick his bones clean and suck out the marrow for good measure, ensure Calix Valimir became a part of him. Forever.

A prick of unease came through the connection, pulling Aodhan out of his dark musings.

“Sorry, baby,” he found himself uttering, the words meant for Cal, who he’d clearly just spooked. The other guy wouldn’t have known his thoughts, but he’d probably felt the twinge of mania as Aodhan had succumbed to his darker proclivities.

“He’s thinking about eating you up,” Mercy’s gentle tone came then, speaking to Calix as he continued to forcibly face fuck him, a juxtaposition to the easiness of his voice.

“Our little killer is crude like that. When he finds something he likes, his instincts tell him to devour it, so that there’s no chance of escape. What’s that?”

The slurp sound of Cal coming off his cock, followed by a little cough had Aodhan’s balls tightening.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Calix sounded rough.

“No, you aren’t, are you.” Mercy clearly didn’t want an answer, because it was obvious he shoved Cal back onto his cock a second later, groaning loud and long, as if to tease Aodhan.

Bastard.

Asshole bastard fucker—

A chuckle came through the line. “Keep cursing me in your head, little killer. I’m going to have so much fun with you later.”

Aodhan shivered a second time.

And came all over the clean sheets of the tiny bed, he was definitely going to be needing tomorrow after surgery.

Damn it.

“Fucking Mercy,” he grumbled as his dick twitched, the last of his spend shooting from his hole to add to the mess. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, bristling as soon as he realized he had.

“No mercy for you, I’m afraid,” his First teased. “But you will be taking me. All night. Until I’ve beaten both of your holes bloody and raw.”

Before Aodhan could remind him of his surgeries tomorrow, Mercy ended the call.

With a scowl, he stared down at his limp dick, as though accusing it of getting them into this situation.

* * *

Aodhan was a predator. Always had been, always would be.

So he absolutely wasn’t hiding out at the hospital like some coward too afraid to go home to meet his boyfriend's threats.

Not at all.

Not a chance.

Him?

Please.

He—

He jumped in his chair when his multi-slate suddenly rang, heart pounding wildly in his chest, only easing slightly when he saw Calix’s name flash across the screen.

Even knowing it could be a trap, he cleared his throat and tried his best to sound put out when he answered, as though he really were buried in work with no way out.

“Hello, monster mine, what can I do for you?” Aodhan picked up a stack of papers and shook them near the receiver end of his device.

“Are you busy?” Calix asked.

“Swamped.”

“Is it for tomorrow? Mercy mentioned you have an important surgery with the CEO of one of the largest companies on planet.”

Oh, so the asshole did remember.

Aodhan clenched his fist but kept his tone light. “Yeah. It’s a complicated one. I may have to stay here for the night. Sorry I’m not there to ask about your first day back in person. How did it go?”

“Aodhan.”

His eyes narrowed. That…didn’t sound good. “…Yeah?”

“It was only my first day in my new position, and I barely had a chance to review any of the case files.”

“Okay…”

“That means tomorrow is a big day for me as well. You understand, don’t you?”

Aodhan dropped back into his seat, not liking where he thought this was going. “Just spit it out, Calix.”

He let out a breath. “Mercy said, if you don’t come home within the hour, I’ll have to take your punishment for you. I would, but you know how important Bruce’s case is to me.”

“Wow.” Aodhan didn’t know whether to be impressed by how they were tag teaming him or feel betrayed. “You do recall falling for me first, right?”

“Technically…I had a crush on him when I was a teen so…”

“Wow,” he repeated.

“Aodhan,” Calix dropped his tone, “please.”

“I’m regretting taking on a Third.” Still, he was already standing and switching off his computer.

“Even if I tell you I’d love for you to carve an A into my thigh? I’ll even let you lick me clean.”

He paused. “I’ll be home in thirty minutes.”