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I agreed wholeheartedly, but I had tried words. And it didn’t fucking work. Not when Killian was like this.
Slash stood up, his eyes trained on Killian pleasuring himself, waiting for one of us to make a move, “Look, give him what he wants now. Let him calm down, then we can all talk, all right?”
I swallowed, heat coursing through my veins. My restraint was dissolving as I took another second before approaching my Kitten, my hands settling on his waist. He smirked at me with dark eyes before fisting both hands into my shirt and dragging me into a kiss full of hunger and desire. One of his legs wrapped around my hip and drew me closer so that he could rock his bulge against mine. A small moan slipped through my lips at the contact.
“Fuck me,” he whispered against my lips. “Fuck me right over your last meal.”
I growled at him, my dick leaking at the thought. This kid had somehow mastered our darkest, most devious desires. My eyes flashed, and I knew I was about to lose it with this kid if he didn’t stop trying to push me over the edge. “Kitten, you… we need safe words.”
He giggled, releasing my shirt, and his hands dropped down to the hem of my pants, one hand slipping straight for the prize. As he stroked me, I arched into his grip. “Don’t go soft on me.”
This side of Killian always unnerved me when he decided to take control rather than submit to our dominant whims. I was more than turned on by it, but the darkness he kept locked away – was pure chaos. I leaned in to capture his lips in another sweet kiss before I roughed him up a little – but froze when I heard his stomach growl.
“You didn’t eat this morning?” He wriggled in my grip, but I held him still. The innocent look in his eyes was back, and he whimpered. “Why not?” Killian made no move to answer as he vainly tried to pull me closer. I took a small step back, just out of reach. “Samael has more than enough food in his house. Have you been skipping meals because you don’t have money?”
He whined like a child, the innocence fully evident on his face. Confusion washed over me. I thought the innocence was Killian, but as we spent more time with him, I began to think it was just a ruse. Neither Dark nor Daemon had appeared, yet Killian enjoyed every bit of this twisted darkness. He tilted his head to the side, biting his lip. “I just forgot, okay? I don’t want to talk about food. I want to fuck.”
“And you need to eat.” I grabbed his neck and began massaging my thumb over the crux of his collarbone. He arched into my touch, his mouth pursed in desire. I wanted to swallow that look, but it would have to wait. “When’s the last time you ate?”
“Yesterday. Morning.”
“Fucking hell.” I glared back at Samael, wondering how the man hadn’t figured out about Killian’s lack of food issue.
“Fuck first. Then I’ll eat. I promise.”
I roared at him, pissed off, but I couldn’t deny that I needed release just as much as he did.
KILLIAN
Aeron was being gentle, cautious. I didn’t like it. I wanted to make him angry, to make him fuck me into the table until I couldn’t feel my limbs. At first, I was ashamed that he had found out I hadn’t eaten, but his anger would serve my purpose. It had to. We needed to be fucked.
K isn’t acting like himself. What the fuck is going on?
Hell, if I know. We need to have a serious conversation.
I brushed them both off, licking my lips like a man starved as I hooked my ankles around his waist and dragged him close, my hands dipping to his pants. One deep breath later, I ripped the zipper down and unearthed his dick, hard and pulsing in my grip. I watched Aeron slowly lose his resolve, his breath coming in shorter pants as his eyes darkened in desire. A devious grin spread across my lips as I realized I had won.
He pulled from my grip, yanking me from the table at the same time and flipping me around, forcing my bare torso to the cold metal. A shocked gasp slipped through my lips as he placed his feet between mine and spread them, forcing my ass higher in the air, the cold brushing against my nearly exposed and needy hole. Aeron pressed himself against me, his bare dick thrusting against my ass, only the thin fabric of my boxers separating us. I moaned at the contact and braced myself against the table, desperately trying to hide my grin.
If he knew I was enjoying myself, he’d stop and try to talk. And who the fuck wanted that?
My boxers made their way to the floor as I trembled in anticipation. His hands cupped my ass, kneading the skin in between his fingers. I arched with a quiet, pleasured scream, gripping the edge of the table for purchase as he roughly stuck two fingers into my hole, my dick going from half-mast to instantly rock hard in seconds. The soft stuff had gotten me off once upon a time. Not anymore.
Maybe you’re a little crazy, K. We went from being terrified that he was going to kill us to demanding he fuck us?
My skin bristled at the word – crazy. I wasn’t the crazy one – they were. I was just the one saddled with these alters – but I’d address that later. Everything was going to happen later. Right now, we were going to get fucked.
You know that the others are still in the room, right?
I blinked a few times, wondering if I cared. If anything, it made this moment that much hotter. A third finger was inserted, Aeron pumping with a pace that was going to make me cum before he was even inside me. “I could fuck you right now. You’re so fucking loose. Would you want that, Kitten?” Aeron’s voice was unnaturally gruff, and I rocked against his punishing rhythm, nodding enthusiastically as his fingers brushed that sweet spot.
“I’m… stop… want you inside… no.” I tried to squirm from his touch, but he just fucked me harder with his fingers. I felt the all too familiar heat build up, my balls growing heavy with the need for release. I gripped the table even harder, my knuckles turning a blinding shade of white as I grunted, my release spurting in milky streams against the metal. Fuck. This wasn’t the release I wanted.
Aeron chuckled behind me, pulling me back against his chest, his hand wrapped around my neck as he placed soft kisses on the curve of my neck. “And now I’m going to fuck you, Kitten. Would you like that?” I had no words. He would fucking bruise me if he tried to fuck me now. But the way he stroked my neck and his other hand slowly started to pump my spent dick told me he had other plans. “Kitten, Samael has told me you’ve been holding out on us.”
I froze in Aeron’s hands, eyes glued to the table.
He bent me back over the table, his hand wrapping around my front to gather up my release. He stroked several times before leaving me bereft of pleasure seconds before two fingers were swirling around my rim, opening me up for him.
