27. Vince
Vince
T he priest was a work of art, with Orion’s handiwork peppered across his back like a newly discovered constellation that was yet to be mapped.
Orion himself, at my feet, brought me more pleasure than I’d ever let anyone know.
He was perfect, and it was too easy to forget the scar on my chest was there because of him.
The guilt of it would haunt him for the rest of his life, and it may have been foolish of me, but I believed he was sincere in his regret.
My father had abused him in horrible ways, and the call on my life was what he’d been programmed to do. I could not—would not—fault him for his obedience, especially when it was the one thing I wanted most from him.
Well, one of the things. I also wanted his body. His free will.
His…
No .
His heart .
“Orion.” I looked at the man kneeling beside me, his weary eyes and his tired mouth. “Would you fuck him if I asked?”
There was barely any hesitation before he answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to?”
His jaw ticked and he swallowed hard enough for me to hear.
Normally, what Orion wanted had no bearing on what I wanted.
For the most part, we were in alignment in the bedroom.
He wanted to be hurt and I was happy to hurt him…
I was my father’s son, after all. But beneath it all, the place where my father and I differed, I carried a respect for the gifts Orion gave me with his submission.
He had an absolute disregard for his own well-being; I couldn’t also cast it aside.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said before he could answer. I knew enough what defying me would cost him. “I don’t feel like sharing.”
His unreadable expression led me to believe me fucking the priest wouldn’t have hurt him any less than if I’d demanded it of him, and for the first time, I wondered if I’d gone too far.
Most of my talk about being greedy and wanting them both, wanting all three of them, had been designed to test the bounds of Orion’s devotion to me.
He’d paid his penance and passed with flying colors.
He’d done it a hundred times over. Now that I had them both in front of me, now that I’d been able to admire the unique perfection of them both, I wondered if it was worth it.
Something shifted inside of me, and my needs changed as quickly as the wind.
I did want to see them together. My two little fuck trophies, sweaty and writhing.
But it would take time because I didn’t want them to do it because they’d been told. I wanted them to want it. I wanted them to be as desperate for each other as they were for me.
“Show him around the house,” I said, brushing Orion’s hair away from his face. I loved him like this, disheveled and needy. “Get something to eat, then take him to the guest room.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked me.
I smiled down at him, cradling the curve of his jaw. “I could eat, Orion. Thank you.”
Something flashed in his eyes and he reeled back, not pulling away, but obviously trying to put space between us. I didn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“Go,” I said, giving him a shove away.
Whatever had unsettled him washed over me, leaving prickles up the back of my neck.
Orion fell onto his ass, and I slid back my chair.
I was still naked from the shower and unless I wanted to parade around that way, I needed to get dressed.
Orion waited on the ground until I was on the other side of the desk, and I stalked toward Jacob, gripping his chin tight in my hand.
“What are your limits, Priest? ”
His pupils dilated, obscuring almost the entirety of his whiskey-colored irises.
“I don’t have any.”
“That’s a blank check you don’t want me to cash,” I warned, hooking my thumb into his mouth, over his bottom teeth and against his tongue. I forced him down to his knees. “Try again.”
He blinked rapidly, head shaking side to side.
“Coprophilia,” he murmured.
I huffed out a laugh. “The proper name and everything. How long did you say you’ve been a priest?”
“I didn’t.”
Behind me, Orion stood. I’d know the creak of his hips, the rustle of his clothes anywhere.
“You clearly have no issue with blood,” I said. I could feel the quiver in Jacob’s jaw, vibrating up my forearm. “And I don’t think you would argue over spit or cum.”
“Or piss,” he mumbled around my thumb.
“Going straight to hell then, are we?” I shifted the angle of my wrist, shoving fingers into his mouth to pry his jaw open wider.
Orion took another step closer and, without thinking, I leaned back toward him, even though we weren’t close enough to touch.
That man was going to be my undoing.
The two of them together, a storm I wouldn’t survive.
I yanked my hand free of his mouth and wiped his spit off on my thigh.
“Go with Orion,” I said, turning away from both of them.
I needed to get out of the office and breathe.
I didn’t need to give them another instruction because I’d already made myself clear.
Tour of the house, detour to the kitchen, final stop in the bedroom.
I’d thought about settling Jacob into my bedroom, but I knew for Orion that would be a bridge too far.
Even Orion, who had shared my bed more nights than not before my attempted assassination, had his own space.
Jacob the Priest would be allowed the same.
I climbed the stairs to my third-floor bedroom, ignoring the pulsing heat of my erection.
Flipping the light on, I went straight for the dresser.
I grabbed a pair of sweats and collapsed onto my bed, covering my face with both of my hands.
It was hard to breathe, hard to focus, and I fought off the edges of a panic attack for what felt like a lifetime, until Orion’s knee pressed into the bottom of the bed and he crawled up between my legs, a plate of fruit and cheese balanced in one hand, a glass of wine in the other.