All Chapters of Rough Mercy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You don't have a say in this, bitch.” Cole bent down. He hooked his hands under Zach’s armpits and hauled him upright like a sack of grain. Zach’s boots dragged, kicking up gravel as Cole propped him against the car and held him there with a hand flat on his chest.“I said get up," Cole growled. "You don’t get to hide on the ground. You face it. Like I had to.”He removed his hand and Zach swayed, but remained standing, his back against the steel. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his cheeks above the silver tape.Cole’s gaze travelled down his body. “You took something from me,” he said as he reached for the bottle he’d set by the gym bag. “You took the idea that my body was mine. That it had dignity. You turned it into a joke. A thing for you to push around.”He stepped close as he poured a stream of the liquid over the fingers of his right glove, soaking the leather.Zach’s eyes flew open. He stared at the glistening glove, then at Cole’s face. H

They stripped him at the altar. The village elders didn't even look at his face as they did it. They ripped the linen tunic down the centre and pulled his trousers to his ankles. They left him naked and shivering on the cold stone while the torches spat and sputtered in their iron brackets.León's eyes were bloodshot. He had been begging and crying since they dragged him away from his house, where he was having a peaceful sleep after a day of toiling in the sun. To think he woke up to a scene he had dreaded from the moment he heard whispers from the women about a sacrifice for the demon kings who protected their village.While he was trying to find a way to escape, even though he didn't know how he would achieve that, the priest said words in a language León didn't understand, and the air changed.It thickened and grew heavy. León's breath came in short, shallow gasps. His hands were bound with rope that bit into his wrists, and he couldn't cover himself; neither could he hide the way

Finn's throat worked around him, and a low moan vibrated through León's entire body as his hips bucked helplessly. He was close already. It had been too fast the first time, and it was quick now, but Finn's hand pressed down on his hip, holding him still, and the pace slowed.Finn pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth, and León sobbed at the sudden loss of heat.“Not yet,” Finn said, his voice rough, his lips red and wet. “You come when I say you can come.”León's chest heaved. Finn was just looking at him, waiting.“Say it,” Finn commanded.“Say what?” León asked with a frown. His frustration seeped through. He wasn't even trying to hide it. “Say 'I'm yours.'” Fyre traced the edge of the cuts on his chest, and León gasped. “Say it, little one. It's easier once you do.”Nikolaus squeezed his hand. “We've got you, bird. Just let go.”Draco's cool fingers brushed León's cheek, turning his face toward the silent demon's silver gaze. In those endless eyes, León saw no judg

Draco's mouth left his lips and travelled across his jaw, down his throat, pausing at his pulse point. The demon's tongue pressed flat against it, and León's hands tangled in that dark hair, holding him there. Draco's breath was cool, his lips cool, but the trail they left burned.Draco's tongue traced a path through the sweat and the residue of blood, cleaning him with a reverence that made León's eyes sting. The cuts stung where they were touched. Draco paused at his nipple. He circled it once with his tongue before he drew it into his mouth. León gasped, and his back arched involuntarily. The suction was gentle, almost teasing, and Draco's hand came up to cup his other side, thumb stroking the sensitive skin, giving equal attention.“Draco,” León whispered. The name felt strange on his tongue because he didn't know if he had the right to use it.Draco's silver eyes flicked up to his, and something in them flared. Approval, maybe, or hunger.His mouth continued downward, dipping int

He wrapped his hand around him, then around the cool, smooth metal. His thumb brushed over the barbell, feeling the small, perfect spheres at each end. Noble hissed as his hips jerked minutely into the contact.“Christ, Nob,” Princely breathed, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He stroked him from root to tip, his thumb passing over the piercing again. The sensation was foreign and electric under his palm.Noble’s head fell back as a low groan tore from his chest. “Yeah. Just like that.” His hands came up, and he fisted in his hair, elbows pointing out as he surrendered to the touch. The muscles of his abdomen stood out, tensing with each pass of Princely’s hand.Princely watched his friend come apart with a simple stroke. The power of it was dizzying. This was Noble, who never flinched and who laughed everything off. Now he was shuddering, his breath coming in ragged pulls, because of Princely’s hand on him. The frustration that had coiled in Princely’s gut all night transfo