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Even with how aggressively Vince took me, it wasn’t enough to get me off. There was something wrong with me that I needed pain or cruelty to get to my own end. It had been that way for so long, I didn’t even remember a time where pleasure for me wasn’t tied to pain. They were one and the same and each sensation equally vital.

Vince must have remembered because he took my sac into a tight fist, twisting and pulling until I saw stars. Precum spurted out against my stomach as sweat fell from his forehead down onto my chest. His hair had grown damp from the workout he was giving us both, hanging loose over his eyes. Another violent pull against my balls, paired with the sweetest pressure against my prostate, and it was the end for me.

Cum splattered against my chest as I came, soiling the shirt I’d never even bothered to get out of.

Possession sparked in the depths of Vince’s eyes, the shadows in the room dancing across his face and painting him in a new and darker light.

He looked like a monster. Like a god.

I mapped the bags under his eyes, the scruff on his cheeks, the loose lines around his mouth when his jaw went slack from the pleasure of being inside of me. Hispace faltered and then he went still, throwing his head back with the most ferocious battle cry I’d ever heard from him. I blinked slowly, eyes falling closed as Vince’s cock thickened and spilled, shooting jet after jet of cum into the deepest parts of my body. Neither of us moved or spoke. I didn’t even think I breathed, but when I opened my eyes again, Vince stared down at me, chest heaving with every inhale.

A monster.

A god.

A prince.

Mine.

Chapter 29

Jacob

Even on another floor of the house, I could hear them together. Some unexpected—and frankly, unwelcome—feeling exploded in the middle of my chest, and I paced the small guest room until it passed. What felt like a lifetime later, someone knocked on the door and I opened it with such a fit of jealousy that I almost ripped it from the hinges. I don’t know which one of them I’d expected it to be, but seeing Orion in the doorway had the feeling in my chest exploding into something that felt a lot like want.

He was beyond rumpled, well-fucked with his belt undone and cum drying against his white dress shirt. He had a half-empty glass of wine in one hand and still wore his shoulder holster, gun hanging loose against his ribs. His cheeks were flushed, mottled pink, and his pupils still wide enough to consume his irises entirely. He let out along breath when I opened the door, stepping into the guest room without an invitation.

He surveyed the space, even though I was certain he already knew the room. He was the one who’d not just gotten me settled there, but had given me a tour of the entire townhouse. The building was narrow since it was in the city, reminding me of homes I’d seen in New York once upon a time. The first floor held the living space and the kitchen, a small bathroom. The second floor was for Vince’s office, his bedroom, and Orion’s bedroom as well. The third floor held three smaller rooms, one of which was mine for the duration of my stay. Judging by the noise from earlier, it was directly above Vince’s, which was going to make my nights long and frustrating if they went like tonight had.

“Are you getting settled?” he asked, voice scratchy from all the yelling, no doubt.

“Vince should invest in some soundproofing,” I suggested.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Are you jealous?”

Instead of answering, I licked my lips and frowned. He took a drink of wine and then held the glass out to me. He’d offered me wine in the kitchen too. I’d turned him down then, but I didn’t have it in me now to say no a second time. I needed to relax or my bones were going to snap. I took a drink and handed it back to him.

“Vince says if you want his cum, I’m supposed to give it to you,” Orion said.

“Where is it?” I asked.

“Where do you think?”

It was a question in that moment…of my desperation.

My depravity.

“What if I want yours?”

The question seemed to catch him off-guard, and he slowly raised a hand to his chest, pressing his palm against his sternum and splaying his fingers out wide over the stain on his shirt.

“Doyou want mine?”

I realized, seeing him there, clothes covered in his own spend and Vince’s undoubtedly leaking down the backs of his thighs, the two of them were some kind of package deal, and for as much as I wanted Vince…I wanted Orion too. The feelings for him were different and far more complicated, laced with competition and confusion, but still want.

So much fucking want.

“Give me a drink,” I rasped, and he held the wine glass out for me. I finished off the contents and dropped it on the floor. The delicate crystal shattered at my feet and I surged forward, grabbing Orion by the shoulders and shoving him backward onto the bed. I didn’t want to kiss him. I wasn’t…I didn’t want that from him, but I buried my face into the crook of his neck and licked away the shared drops of his and Vince’s sweat.