“Dullahan said to check the hit list. Do it,” Lorcan said, putting his hands on the table around Viktor, forcing him to lean further forward as their bodies touched shoulder to hip.

“You have it bad,” Viktor said, beginning to type on the computer. “I thought it was him under your spell, not the other way around.” Viktor looked over at me and winked. Lorcan ground his teeth and grabbed Viktor’s hips.

“You don’t know anything,” Lorcan said. One of his hands shifted forward, grabbing Viktor’s hard cock in a tight grip through his pants. Viktor groaned, his typing momentarily stopping.

Yeah, I had no idea what was going on here. Whether some of them were fucking, all of them were fucking. Who was in charge, or what any of them were really capable of.

However, I was starting to regret saying I wouldn’t fuck Lorcan a moment ago because I really wanted to. I was trying to be good though. Things were tricky with Dullahan here–my luck all out of sorts. I couldn’t just pretend I wasn’t being held captive and hope it all cleared up on its own. I had to take charge a little, at least.

“Don’t stop typing,” Lorcan demanded. Viktor began doing what he was told as Lorcan stroked him through his pants. Lorcan leaned in and flicked his forked tongue out, dragging it up the side of Viktor’s neck.

“You taste terrible,” he said before licking him again with greed. “Fucking disgusting,” he murmured hotly against his skin. Viktor didn’t seem to mind at all that the incubus was telling him how bad he tasted. The only thing he seemed concerned about was waiting for the next lick, along with the next rough stroke through his pants.

The door made noises as it was unlocked and started to open. Lorcan and Viktor scrambled away from each other in a wild panic as Dullahan came in the door. Dullahan walked in and stilled, his eyes flicking around at the two overly suspicious men who were panting and finding creative ways to hide their erections behind chairs.

Dullahan closed his eyes and sighed, sounding tired. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Quietly, and with extensive sneaky skills, I began to creep towards the still-open door while he was distracted. Dullahan popped his eyes open and glared at me as he slammed the door shut and then locked it with a key.

He looked back at the other two men.

“Did you two—”

“No!” Lorcan blurted out. His eyes wide and the sclera once again white.

“...Look at the hit list?” Dullahan finished and Lorcan’s face drained of color. Viktor barked out a laugh and strolled over to the laptop.

“Yes. Lacey’s on there now, number four. Right under all of us,” he said suggestively, turning to give me a wink.

“Who’s number one on the list?” I asked in curiosity. Viktor scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“The obvious choice. They lack creativity and don’t bother to apply any intelligence in their decisions.”