Page 80 of Devil May Lie
“If we’re doing this, let’s do it,” he conceded, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “I can’t be the only one with their clothes off in here, baby.”
Berga rolled his eyes but started to undress, more careful with his clothing than Madden had been with his own. He even folded them and set them aside, but once he was finished, he didn’t sit down as instructed, hovering instead.
Madden chuckled and stood. “Lay down on your stomach.” He took the plug back as Berga got into position. “This is kind of small. It’s not going to do much in the way of stretching you open for me.”
“I know.”
He quirked a brow. “Did you buy this size on purpose, Butcher?”
Berga nodded as he settled and wrapped his arms around the pillow, spreading his thighs open. “I like pain. But if you go in with no prep I might tear.”
“You mean like when you fucked into me that way?”
Berga grimaced. “It was…”
Madden laughed. “As I recall, you said it wasn’t so bad since it was my blood. That change?”
“I would prefer it if you didn’t bleed,” Berga replied tentatively, as though confused by his own words. “Believe it or not.”
He shifted so that he was kneeling between Berga’s legs and spread his cheeks, letting out a low whistle when he caught a glimpse of his puckered hole. “I’ve been thinking about how tight you are for days, baby.” Madden smoothed a palm over one of his plump cheeks and then smacked him, grinning when Berga hissed but didn’t complain.
His entrance resisted when Madden started to insert the plug, gently at first, still a little worried about Berga’s overall health.
“If I wanted it sweet,” the Butcher ended up growling, “I would have asked your friend Zane to fuck me instead.”
Yeah, that would do it.
Madden shoved the toy the rest of the way in and ground his palm against the end of it for good measure, pinning Berga’s hips to the bed with a hand against his lower back. “Setting aside the fact Zane is a strict bottom, I absolutely dare you to say that again. You aren’t the only one capable of losing their minds from jealousy, Butcher.”
“Then if you want me,” he countered, “I suggest you start acting like it, or—”
He yanked the toy free and then drove it back in hard enough Berga emitted a whimper. “Or?”
Berga shook his head against the pillow. “I don’t remember.”
“Probably something about melting my insides.”
“Probably,” he agreed, followed by a moan as Madden started pumping the toy in and out of him, twisting it as he pulled. “Good Light.”
“Do you always need pain?” He needed to have a better understanding of how far to take things. Giving people what they wanted, becoming the person they needed, was like second nature to Madden. A couple of questions, brief observation, and he could attract just about anyone he wanted.
Though, he never would have guessed in a million years someone like Berga Obsidian would become his target.
Or that he was playing for keeps.
He’d realized that earlier when Berga had still been unconscious and Madden had sat by his side, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Life was so delicate, so fleeting, even for Vitals who were stronger and had faster heal times than many other species. Allowing his whims to guide him had always been his way, but it was apparent that this was definitely more than that.
He was drawn to the Butcher.
He wanted to consume him, bask in his madness. And if he happened to burn in those chaotic flames? It’d be worth it just to have touched the Butcher's fire.
“No,” Berga answered once he could force words past his moaning. “But I like it.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I won’t hurt you.”
He chuckled. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Butcher.”