Indulgence

[Mature Content]

Slamming Willow into the wall, Callum slid his fingers around her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her shiver. He kissed her like he was starved for air, his lips rough against hers, teeth grazing as her laughter melted into a gasp. 

The dim hallway of the hotel was a blur— the walls were a mess of shadows and bright lights as they stumbled their way to the door. Nathan was just behind them, his hands roaming Willow's hips, his lips brushing against the curve of Callum's neck. 

"Here," Nathan murmured, holding a half-full glass of wine. 

Willow tilted her head back, baring her collarbone. With a slow, deliberate motion, Nathan poured the wine along the delicate curve of her throat, letting it trail down the valley between her breasts. Without hesitation, Callum followed the trail with his tongue, the taste of tangy grapes and her skin mingling into something intoxicating. 

Nathan's chuckle vibrated close to his ear, low and warm. Callum turned, his lips finding Nathan's, the faint taste of wine transferring between them as their tongues slid together. Nathan's grip on Callum's waist tightened, pulling their bodies closer. 

The soft click of the door unlocking was followed by it swinging open, and they tumbled into the room, their kisses becoming more desperate. Callum and Willow backed into the space, tearing at each other's clothes with wild urgency. Shirts landed on the floor, followed by shoes kicked off in careless directions. 

Nathan trailed behind, his eyes dark as he watched. His hands came around Callum's chest from behind, his fingers brushing over his nipples and pinching lightly. 

A sharp gasp escaped Callum, his body arching instinctively into the touch. 

"Nate," Willow said sharply, her voice firm. 

Nathan stilled. "Yes, dear?" 

Willow turned her gaze to him, her brow arched. "Did I permit you to play with Callum?" 

Nathan's jaw tightened, but he stepped back, dropping his hands. "No, ma'am." 

Willow's lips curved into a smirk. "You're right," she muses. "I didn't. Now step away from him and get on your knees." 

Callum watched with fascinated interest as Nathan, despite his broad shoulders and towering height, sank to the ground without hesitation. His head was bowed, his posture submissive. 

"You've had him properly trained," Callum remarked cooly, unable to keep the note of amusement in his tone from slipping through. 

Willow's nails trailed lightly over his chest, scratching just enough to make his breath hitch. "What can I say?" she purred. "I like 'em quiet and obedient." 

Callum smirked, "Oh, so you're that type of top."

Willow's fingers slid lower, and lower, inching closer to where Callum wanted her hand the most. "Is that a bad thing?" 

Callum tilted his head, his gaze meeting hers with a challenging glint. "No. Do you think that I'm a prude?" 

Her smirk deepened, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. Her tongue flicked out to trace the shell of it, and she tugged at his earlobe with her teeth, just enough to make him shiver. 

"Quite the contrary," she whispered, her voice laced with seduction. "I can tell exactly how dirty you can be." 

The words sent a ripple through Callum's chest and pulled something loose in the corners of his mind. 

Suddenly, it wasn't Willow's sultry tone filling his ears, but the distant sound of hushed laughter and murmured voices. His vision blurred, and he saw Prince Edric sitting in a grand chamber, a woman straddling his lap. Her body moved in rhythm with his, while another knelt beside them, her hands and mouth bringing them both to the edge. 

Callum—Caelan—stood in the corner, his jaw tight as he watched the scene unfold, unable to look away as he stroked himself in time to their movements. Edric's gaze lifted, locking onto him with a smirk. Their eyes held as Edric's head tipped back, his lips parting in a guttural groan as he came. The sound reverberated through Caelan, hot and suffocating as his own desire overwhelmed him, sweeping him into an intense orgasm.

Callum jolted as the memory faded, his pulse pounding in his ears. His chest tightened, the shameful heat in his body colliding with the icy pit in his stomach. Why did that memory surface now? Why Edric? 

"Callum." 

Willow's voice snapped him back to the present. He blinked, the vivid memory fading as he found himself back in the hotel room, Willow's hands sliding over his chest. 

She pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him with a sly smile. He dragged in a shaky breath, grounding himself in the soft scent of her perfume. Her fingers tugged at the waistband of his boxers, and when she finally freed him, her eyes lit with delight. 

"You're full of surprises, Mr. Pierce," she teased, licking her lips. 

Callum was so turned on, he felt feral. It wasn't just the memory itself that tortured him; it was how vividly it had surfaced, unwelcomed and all-consuming. His past life had always lingered in fragments—faint whispers that faded in the light of day. But this? This felt like being dragged under. He rushed into bed with two strangers to stave off thoughts of Micah Liu, now Callum was thinking about the intern's infuriating, evil and conniving asshole of a boss.

The memory was a nuisance. And the worst part was the raw, undeniable truth buried within it: there had been a part of him—Caelan—that wanted Edric. 

Callum swallowed hard, his throat dry and focused on Willow. Her red lipstick was smudged, courtesy of him. "I've never done something like this before," he admitted, his voice husky. "But I think I have a thing for group sex." 

From his position on the floor, Nathan let out a soft snort, clearly amused. 

Willow tilted her head, her dark curls brushing her shoulders as she leaned down, her lips ghosting over his ear. "I knew you were someone who knows how to have fun."