I fought another squirm as I watched Miko bend over the guy he was doing, latch onto his hair with a fist, and yank his head back. The guy had two black eyes and a cut lip, but this didn’t disguise the fact that he was feeling no pain, except maybe the kind he liked a whole lot.

“You wanted my cock. Rear back, fuck yourself as I fuck you,” Miko ordered.

“I’m not sure Miko is the soul of kindness and consideration,” I murmured, struggling against the squirm as his fucktoy did as ordered and that shit got hotter.

“Christ,” Abel grumbled.

When he got what he wanted, Miko gave him his reward. Bending deeper, yanking his hair so his neck was arched unnaturally, he bared his fangs and sunk them in to feed.

His toy came immediately, bucking violently on the table even as Miko kept thrusting.

I bit my lip and lost the fight against the squirm.

“See I might have to take the hit of askin’ one of the staff to get us some lube,” Abel griped.

I tore my eyes from the screen and smiled down at my man.

“Don’t act like you don’t want that.”

“Told you, I’ll fuck you however you want. I try to take your ass though, baby, might have that shit in my head and I’m thinkin’ you might not like the results of that.”

I dipped closer. “I’ll see what I can do to keep your mind on me.”

“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Give me that! Fuck yeah!” we heard coming from the direction of the screen. It wasn’t Miko’s voice, seeing as Miko was groaning an unmistakable groan that his partner made clear he liked giving to him.

I watched Abel’s eyes frown even as I knew my eyes kept smiling.

Abel shook his head.

I bent deeper and touched my mouth to his before I turned in his lap to look back at the screen. I caught Miko pulling out none too gently and shoving the guy off the table. With his jeans around his thighs and after what just happened, he didn’t have it in him to do much but throw a hand out to break his fall.

It was then I stopped enjoying what I was seeing.

Because the guy didn’t go for his jeans. He rolled to his ass, lifting his eyes to Miko, and the look on his face was chilling.

Worship.

Sycophantic adoration that was not healthy in the slightest.

That guy would die for Miko. That guy had taken a beating from Moose, and even though Abel had wiped that memory from his mind, he was still battered and bruised and had taken what he’d just taken, then was tossed aside perfunctorily, not even being given a kiss.