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He knew his place.

“If anything happens to me,” I repeated, dragging the blade down and back up to carve a V into his skin, then an A beside it. He gasped, dropping his head back against my shoulder. “You have to take care of them.”

I dropped the letter opener and it clattered onto the floor. I smeared Orion’s blood with my fingers, pulling it from his chest to his throat and then shoving my fingers into his mouth until he gagged. All his muscles constricted, including the ones in his ass, choking my cock.

The sounds he made were always the kind of sounds I jerked off about when I wasn’t with him, so I pushed deeper into his mouth and his ass so he would make more of them. Blood ran in thick rivulets down his chest and stomach, splattering against the financial ledgers and smearing the numbers.

Ruin it,I thought.Ruin my whole life.

Ruin me for anyone else besides you…besides them.

I pulled my fingers out of his throat until he choked and gasped for breath. Pinching his cheeks, I swore, “If you don’t promise me that, I’ll never let you come again, dog.”

He’d always gotten off on the ownership, and now was no exception. Orion’s body gave one valiant jerk, thenhe added cum to the blood, permanently making my father’s legacy illegible.

“Alright,” he conceded, the syllables punctuated through heaving breaths. “Alright.”

I slammed him back down onto the desk, holding him against the wood while I pumped into him once, twice, three more times before crashing headfirst into my own wall of pleasure. The orgasm shook me with a violent force, and I came so hard inside of him that I blacked out in the middle of it. I came to in the throes of an aftershock, my fingernails cutting so deep into Orion’s waist, I’d drawn blood from him again. There was something I needed to tell him. Something I needed him to hear just as much as I needed to say it.

“Pet,” I whispered, pulling him away from the desk and taking us both down to the floor. I was still inside of him, and I wanted to stay there forever, or at least until Jacob and Caspian came looking. I kissed the side of his face, his ear, as many tattoos as I could reach from behind. My hands moved freely across his stomach and chest, making more a mess of him than he’d already done on his own.

“I know,” he said, pulling my hand up the initials I’d gouged into his skin, to the mark of possession, the ownership…the promise. “I know, and I…”

“Kiss me,” I interrupted.

And he used his lips to finish the thought.

Chapter 70

Caspian

Iwoke up with a hot body pressed against my back, a leg thrown over my calves, and an arm wrapped around me so tight I worried I was strapped down to the bed. Panic seized my chest, but then from somewhere in the room I heard Vince.

“You’re fine.”

I let out a shaking breath, settling back into the sheets, and that was when I realized it was Jacob wrapped around me like he had tentacles instead of limbs. Blinking as much of the room as I could see into focus, I recognized it to be Vince’s room, and I found him leaning against the wall casually, legs crossed at the ankle and a mug of something that smelled like coffee in his hand.

“Is it morning?” I asked softly.

“It’samorning,” he answered, a bemused smirk dancing across his face. “You and the priest have been making a habit of sleeping the days away.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“I like it,” he said simply. “It means you’re safe.”

With me.

Behind me, Jacob groaned in my ear and flexed his hips forward, his cock hard and hot against my ass. From his place at the wall, Vince chuckled, taking a drink of his coffee.

“I like that the two of you enjoy each other,” he said.

Another sound from behind me, this one sounding more coherent than the last. He was waking up, and his arms squeezed tighter around me, pulling me against his chest.

“I do enjoy him,” Jacob said, voice thick with sleep. “I also enjoy you.”

That earned a pleased sound, hummed out over the rim of Vince’s mug.

“I want you to know that you don’t need my permission to be with each other. Or with Orion, if…” Vince trailed off, the thought not needing to be said. “Point being, this is only a hierarchy in the ways that matter.”