Freeing the Slaves.

His lips curled up into a crooked grin. "It is."

His tongue lapped out over his lower lip and his eyes fluttered shut when he felt the Fallen's hand grip him.

Zakhar wasn't planning on waiting long after the Fae left. Nor was he going to be gentle. He'd have to go an entire mating season without his Mate; he was damn well going to make sure Belial made up for it as soon as he could.

"Well, we cant have that," Zakhar responded sarcastically.

The Rus took a minute to reach onto the bed for his Pet's tail before kneeling behind the Irishman. His backside was purposefully pushed up into the air for the Fallen to see. He slid the plug in slowly, twisting it slightly for Coilean's pleasure.

"Goodbye Belial."

Both Lycan walked towards the door, swaying their hips a little and grinning at the Fallen over their shoulders. Coilean's tail swung a little with the exaggerated movement of his hips.