“Fuck,” Baz rasped. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he buried himself deep between my legs, ready to come. Nemo, however, grabbed Baz, pulling him out of me suddenly. I whined, feeling robbed of Baz’s orgasm, but not a second later, Nemo’s thick cock pushed into me. With Baz between us, I’m sure the perspective was confusing. It could very well look like he was fucking Baz instead of me. Something that wasn’t lost on him.
As Nemo slowly sank into me, Baz groaned, unable to stop his orgasm. His cock flexed against my stomach. Nemo’s teethground together, and his knot already started to swell against my entrance. When Baz made a few more filthy noises, Nemo’s cock began to vibrate. I whimpered, my entire body tensing. I wouldn’t be able to take much of this.
Nemo bent over the both of us, caging us in. Then he pressed his palm to Baz’s head, shoving it down into the bed beside mine.
“Who exactly does he think he’s fucking right now?” Baz laughed. Nemo’s thrusts rocked the entire bed, smacking it into the wall roughly. I couldn’t respond. The vibrations made me mutely claw at Baz’s back. I felt Nemo’s growing knot pop into me. My body beared down in it, pulling a deep groan from Nemo.
I was at the whims of the vibrations, and trapped on his knotted cock when an orgasm was wrenched violently from me. Every attempt to gain control was a lost battle. Tears streamed down my face. Warm liquid gushed between my legs, coating Nemo’s cock. He growled, lunging forward. He ripped Baz’s shirt down, his teeth locking on his bare shoulder—ready to mark him.
“Careful,” Baz said, the angry tone back and absolutely lethal. Nemo ripped his teeth off Baz and sank them into his own forearm, unable to control the urge to mark a mate. He broke the skin until rivulets of blood slid down. I felt Nemo’s orgasm in my soul as his knot swelled. Every whine I gave elicited another groan from him. I clawed at Baz’s back, whimpering in his ear while the other man spilled inside me. Baz shuddered, his cock growing heavier on my stomach.
Finally, Nemo removed his teeth from himself. The bite mark was deep and bloody.
“You gonna keep my head shoved in the sheets all day?” Baz asked. Nemo took a deep, recovering breath and then lifted off both of us the best he could while still buried between my legs.His eyes dragged down Baz’s back as I felt the knot tug when he moved.
“You gonna move?” Baz asked.
“Can’t,” Nemo panted. Baz snorted at him before kissing me. A small satisfied groan pressed against my lips before he rolled off the bed. He took the condom off, pulled his pants back up, and walked back over to the table and chair, legs wobbling. Without any grace, he fell into the chair. The table, chair, and Baz nearly toppled over. Baz was left grappling for purchase, quickly trying to right everything.
Nemo laughed loudly, genuine entertainment lighting up his face. Then he pulled me into his arms, settling in bed beside me.
“Drink,” he whispered, pulling my head closer. My teeth sank into his muscle, my tongue laving at his chest. I felt his cock jerk between my legs as blood pooled in my mouth. A wave of exhaustion pulled at my consciousness as I drank. After just a few sips, I pulled back.
“You aren’t full,” he said.
“I’m never full.” We sat in the afterglow of sex, enjoying the quiet pleasure that his knot locked us into. Like this, it really didn’t matter where we were. We could have been back in the asylum or a million miles away. It felt no different in Nemo’s arms, slowly falling asleep after sex.
“I’m still in charge outside of the asylum,” Baz said unprompted.
“What?” Nemo asked.
“I’m the strongest here. Do you need a reminder?” A threat was laced in Baz’s words. Nemo and I looked at each other in confusion.
“Are you mad about the sex?” Nemo asked.
“No. That was … it wasn’t bad,” Baz mumbled.
“Then what?” Nemo asked.
“Fuck,” Baz snapped. “Nevermind. I don’t know.”
“When did you actually care about being in charge?” I asked. Baz didn’t respond. I heard the whisper of pages turning, alerting me that he was done talking about this and was back to reading the journal.
My arms tightened around Nemo, squeezing him hard. His expression was displeased.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked. His hand trailed down my back.
“I’m thinking about Orson not sharing his plans, someone after Baz, and how I know nothing about the world I’m in.”
“Everything’s okay as long as we’re together,” I said. His hand dragged down my back again, comforting me.
“Sometimes it takes more than being together. We also have to work together.” Nemo was looking over my head at Baz, fixing him with a look of concentration.
“Are we not working together?” I asked. Nemo wet his lips, then finally looked away from Baz and back to me.
“I don’t know.”
5
