Hearts Under Fire by Kelly Wyre and HJ Raine

and then gently grip the bump of Adam’s balls. “...working back here.”
    “ Oooh yes, Sir and Master, please...” Adam’s spine curved in an arch, head back toward Daniel, chest toward Tristan, and knees spreading wider.
    Tristan chuckled evilly and bent to press a very light kiss to the front of Adam’s throat. “Oh, I think we could make this work,” he said, tone nonchalant as his other hand came up to stroke Adam’s arm.
    Around the men, the lights dimmed and the white spotlight over the play area gradually faded to blue. Interested patrons gathered at the tall tables near the catwalk, one of the best vantage points for enjoying the show. Beyond the main stage, someone cried out in earnest, and Daniel looked up to see Ellis walking away from a stiff-backed Clark. Since Clark wasn’t watching, Daniel put the bartender out of his mind and turned all his focus on Adam.
    When the boy arched again, Daniel murmured, “Nice.” He moved forward, keeping his right hand on Adam’s balls as his left grabbed a hip bone. Daniel pressed his chest against the sub’s back. He kissed and let the edge of his teeth scrape along Adam’s shoulder, each kiss moving toward Adam’s throat.
    Adam bit his lip and let his head fall to the side. Tristan let his hands travel down to Adam’s thighs, squeezing. “So hard already, boy. Hm. Maybe not such the professional tonight, then. More just a pretty sub playing to our mercy?” The lilt in Tristan’s voice made the words playful, but the husk of the tone made them a teasing taunt. Adam shivered.
    Daniel’s cock filled, and he worked his deliberate way to Adam’s throat. “No marking?” he asked, suddenly aware that if Adam was a professional, he might not want to show up at a client’s bruised. He set the edges of his teeth against Adam’s pulse and waited for the answer.
    “Answer him, boy,” Tristan said with an edge to his voice. He moved down to press his teeth around an abused nub of skin, and Adam tensed in anticipation.
    “I’d be honored to carry your mark, Sir,” Adam said in a rush.
    Tristan hummed and bit into Adam’s skin, sucking hard and making an encouraging sound when Adam panted. Daniel bit down as well, tasting Adam’s skin, breath, and pulse. Daniel let go of Adam’s balls. With both hands, he pulled the boy’s hips back and ground up against his ass, so that Adam could feel how his acquiescence aroused Daniel.
    Body rocking, Adam closed his eyes, breath catching on a stuttered moan. He pushed back against Daniel, and his fingers snagged the fabric of Tristan’s shirt. The chain between the cuffs clanked as Adam moved.
    Tristan let go of Adam’s thighs and ran blunt nails up Adam’s sides, red lines rising in their wake. Daniel licked his angry-looking mark twice before backing away to caress Adam.
    “How do you want to be spanked?” Daniel asked. “Held by Master Tristan here while I go at it? Will that work for both of you?”
    Adam worked to swallow and answer, but Tristan spoke before he got the chance. “That sounds like a perfect start, but if I know our boy here, he wants to be over your lap and panting for it.” Tristan laughed when Adam jerked and whined. “And he knows that’s something he needs to earn.”
    “Yes, Master... Sir... please, oh... please...” Adam begged.
    “Pretty little thing, all worked, up,” Tristan said kindly. “C’mere, sweet.” Carefully, Tristan maneuvered Adam’s cuffed hands over his head and behind his neck, pulling the young man closer, but still kneeling down so Adam’s backside was available to Daniel. Adam buried his face in Tristan’s throat.
    Adam’s trust in Tristan made Daniel’s heart ache, however, he felt more longing than jealousy. These two were so comfortable together that he couldn’t begrudge them. He moved to Adam’s side and put his left hand on Adam’s lower back. He gave four sharp blows, two on the right, two on the left side of Adam’s ass. He kept the slaps