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“Good. Because I don’t either.” Calix held the director's gaze unflinchingly, something silent passing between them.

Slowly, Aodhan got to his feet, partially seeing red for a flash before he could get a handle on it. For once, he was a bit slow on the uptake, but he caught up eventually. He settled an accusatory gaze on Calix when the other man turned to look at him.

“You played me.” His anger was hard to miss, and Cal noticeably flinched when he spoke. “Pull him back, Mercy. Make room for me. Our Third doesn’t want to talk until we’ve performed the bonding ceremony? Okay.”

“Hold on!” Calix yelped when Mercy did as instructed, tugging his body down the bed so that Aodhan could climb on at the front of it and get into position.

He spread his knees and undid his pants, pulling his cock free in front of Cal’s face. “Since you don’t want to use that pretty mouth of yours to confess, I’ll use it for other things. Open wide, Be’urn.”

Aodhan took his head, pressing his thumbs against Cal’s cheeks until he did as he was told and opened. His cock slid in, hard and quick, but instead of humping, he forced Cal down and held him there.

Mercy didn’t scold him for his actions, instead he started fucking in and out of Calix’s ass again, measure pumps that rammed Cal’s face even harder against Aodhan’s body.

Even without his tongue moving on him, his tight, hot mouth felt like velvety heaven wrapped around Aodhan’s length, and he moaned as his crown banged against the back of Cal’s throat with each of Mercy’s thrusts.

It wasn’t long before Cal was tapping his thigh, pressing against him in an attempt to be released.

“Want to breathe?” Aodhan chuckled. “I’m not even mad about the secrets.

It’s the fact that you seem to have forgotten I was here while you were bartering with our First. He agreed to make you our Third in exchange for time, but I didn’t agree to shit.

” He tilted Cal’s face up ever so slightly. “Beg me.”

Calix sputtered and gasped when Aodhan pulled himself free, his forehead whacking against Aodhan’s lower abdomen as Mercy kept driving into him, not even skipping a beat despite the turn Aodhan had taken them.

“As cute as those sounds are,” Aodhan drawled, “that’s not what I asked for.”

“Please.” Cal sucked in a sharp breath. “Please.”

“You answered a question for him, so answer one for me.”

“Yes.”

“Look me in the eye, Calix.”

He raised his head and locked their gazes, lips puffy and parted as he continued to shake with the pummeling of Mercy’s massive cock.

He had one hand braced on the bed, the other clinging to Aodhan’s upper thigh.

There were tears glistening in his gray eyes, and a hint of fear and doubt there that had Aodhan’s cock twitching.

“I’m not about to tie my life to someone who’s keeping secrets,” Aodhan stated. “I’m not like Mercy in that regard. Call me arrogant .”

Cal almost dropped his gaze, it was obvious.

“Tell me what you two were discussing, Be’urn.”

“That’s not a question.”

“Okay.” Fair. “Then I suppose my question can only be,” he leaned closer, “do you want to be our Third or not?”

Calix glared and then made a sound of frustration. “Fine. Fine, yes.”

“You need consent from all three of us for that to happen.”

“Judging by the way you’re acting, you’ve already figured it out. What need is there for me to say it?”

“Because I want to hear it.”

Mercy reached down and pressed his fingers against the brand of his name, causing Calix to howl. “Hurry up, Azi. He’s being serious.”

“I hate you both!”

“Liar,” Aodhan threaded his fingers through Cal’s hair and tugged hard enough for it to sting. “Use that mouth of yours, or I’ll stuff it full of my cock again, and this time I won’t take it out until you’ve suffocated on it.”

“Fine,” Cal repeated. “I played you. Happy?”

Wow.

“You wanted me to kill Sister Grace for you, didn’t you?” Aodhan was…impressed. So impressed, he started feeling something strange that he wasn’t entirely familiar with. Something warm and lifting.

“That’s pride, baby,” Mercy filled in for him, no doubt feeling what he was and catching snippets of Aodhan’s confusion in the mix.

“I know what pride is,” he argued, only for the older man to click his tongue.

“Not pride for yourself. This is vicarious pride. A wholly foreign concept to you up until now.” Mercy pummeled Calix’s hole until their Third was writhing and screaming from the onslaught of pleasure and pain from the irritation to the burns.

“You did so well, even if it was an accident. Making our little killer experience something new.”

How Calix had known about Sister Grace’s involvement with the society, and just how deep his deception went, were both things Aodhan was dying to know.

Later.

“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 little monster , 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.