Page 103 of The Hitman's Prince

I grabbed him around the throat and pulled him closer. He gasped, sucking in a breath to test my hold, which I quickly tightened before he managed too much air. His nostrils flared, and his jaw went slack in the gorgeous way he had about him when he was ready to come. Five days and he was ready to lose it all from nothing more than a loose grip around his throat?

Fuck, he was perfect for me.

For us.

“Take off your clothes,” I said, his own eagerness building enough arousal that I wasn’t more than minutes away from finishing myself off. “Get the lube out of the drawer and get yourself ready.”

“I don’t need prep,” he snapped, a stark change from our early days together both in limits and in boldness.

“You do if you’re taking two cocks up that slutty little ass of yours,” I countered, brow arched in doubt. “Now do as you’re told, dog.”

A shudder tore through him and he made quick enough work of his clothes before reaching into the desk for the lube. His fingers lingered over the other items in the drawer, stare flickering up to me before he snapped open the lid on the bottle and poured the slippery liquid all over his fingers.

Orion pushed two fingers into himself and Caspian made a keening sound around Jacob’s shaft, then a sudden burst of cum shot out of his dick like a fountain, splattering against his stomach as he buckled in two. He was almost tight enough to milk me dry, but I fought back my orgasm as he rode out his own.

“Look at you,” I whispered, trailing my fingers through the cum on his stomach, smearing it down to his hips and up to his chest. “What a little princess. Spread out and filled to bursting.”

I pulled out of him, patting my hand against his gaping hole before stepping back from the desk.

“Are you going to come?” I asked Jacob, who was still working leisurely at Caspian's throat.

He shook his head, brushing his fingers over Caspian’s throat. Jacob was like Orion in the way he liked things harder and like me in the way he sometimes needed both. He was a perfect middle ground sometimes, a counterbalance in others. Watching Jacob gently pull out of Caspian’s throat, bend down and kiss his swollen lips with such tenderness, I knew if it weren’t for them, Orion and I would have self-destructed long before the Moores ever had a chance to try and overthrow me.

Beside me, Orion prepped himself unhurriedly, like he wasn’t worried in the slightest about taking two cocks up his ass, and I imagined that was my fault. He’d seen the other bottle in my desk drawer. He knew what was coming, and I imagined the anticipation was killing him.

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I asked, shoving him down to his knees. I fisted his hair and smacked him on the cheek with my dick, tracing it across his mouth before shoving it into his mouth. “Do you taste him on me?”

Orion made an indecipherable noise in the back of his mouth, so I fucked it down his throat while Jacob helped Caspian off the desk. He was better at aftercare than me, good for the small things, and he tucked Caspian in a blanket in front of the fire, but Caspian shrugged out of it. He sprawled out in front of the fireplace and propped himself up on his hand, stare dark and focused on the three of us. For as much as the edge Iwalked with Jacob and Orion wasn’t for him, he did like to watch.

“Priest.” I gave one last thrust into Orion’s throat. “On your back.”

Jacob was still half-dressed, and he lay down on the floor of my office, his cock slick with Caspian’s spit and hard enough to split a log. He gave a slow stroke, then stilled and waited.

“Go make yourself feel good,” I said to Orion, pulling out of his throat.

Orion licked his lips and stared up at me, the weight of thelovein his eyes the heaviest thing I’d ever seen in my life. His lids were hooded, his pupils dark and deep, his lips slick with spit and precum—he was beautiful as a Renaissance painting and far more valuable. He took my breath away at least once a day, so the least I could do was return the favor.

Orion knee-walked to Jacob and climbed on top of him, sinking down onto Jacob’s cock without so much as a flinch. He seated himself fully and rocked back, both of them groaning low and deep. Caspian was close, I realized, in touching distance. Jacob’s fingers stretched toward Caspian and Orion braced himself around Jacob’s wrist.

It was…something.

Taking the other bottle out of my desk, I carefully twisted the cap off and poured a small amount of the sickly sweet liquid onto a rag. I shoved the rag into a plastic bag, hoping it would be enough to minimize theeffects of the chloroform on everyone else. in the room. I took extra lube and the bag, then settled behind Orion in front of the fire. The hair on his neck prickled up when I drew a straight line down his back, stopping at the place where Jacob’s thick cock disappeared inside of him.

“How far is too far?” I whispered in his ear, banding my arm around the front of his chest.

“I would never tell you no,” he said. “Not now.”

“That’s not safe.”

“I’m aware,” he said, arching his neck and dropping the back of his head onto my shoulder. He fucked Jacob slowly, like he was saving himself for me, which I appreciated in a way I didn’t quite have words for.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, since I doubt you’ll remember it all.”

Orion shuddered, and Jacob let go of Caspian’s hand to bracket his around Orion’s hips to steady him for me.

“I’m going to give you enough to make you lightheaded,” I said. “So it’s going to feel like a dream when I fit my dick in here with his.”

I pressed my fingers against Orion’s already stretched rim, hooking one inside. He moaned, hips moving in a jerky circle on Jacob’s lap.