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AERON
Fuck.
That kick had done fuck all to get Slash’s attention, which meant he was planning again. I sure hoped his sights hadn’t fallen on our foster moms, although they deserved every bit Slash would give them. It’s just… it was a lot of fucking attention, and someone was going to start poking around where their nose didn’t belong.
Someone already was.
Killian had hung onto every one of Samael’s words during the retelling of our childhood – an abbreviated version, of course. He didn’t need to know all the gory details and our true kill count. However, I hadn’t thought he would be as intrigued as he was. Funny enough, neither Dark nor Daemon had appeared.
He was completely Killian.
My understanding of the two personalities and Killian was apparently wrong. I thought his personalities protected him from the dark shit, but he seemed unnaturally okay in these situations more often than not. I placed a gentle hand on his back, and he leaned into the touch as Samael finished, glossing over the details of how we got set up in Primrose.
Killian bobbed his head up and down, agreeing. “And then you guys met me.” We all nodded collectively, letting Killian sift through the newest information. “But why me?”
This was a new question.
“You were intriguing,” I began, leaning in a little farther as my lips grazed his ear, and he shuddered against my touch. “I could see the darkness in your eyes the very first time I met you. People say there’s this eerie way that I carry myself. But you seemed to enjoy that shit.”
Killian gasped as I sucked on his earlobe, my arms wrapping around his waist and pulling his back into my chest.
Slash chuckled. “I knew from that night at the bar. I’d been watching you for a while before I actually talked to you. Had to make sure you weren’t as innocent as you portrayed yourself.”
My hands slowly dipped downward, cupping Killian through his pants. He arched into my hands as I began stroking him achingly slow. “You’re already fucking hard, baby. You like our depraved selves, don’t you?” He nodded eagerly against my shoulder as I unbuttoned his pants and then slid a hand down, feeling the pulsing member in my palm.
Samael grinned evilly. “And you nearly fucking nutted in your pants when you saw me kill that sucker. I’m not sure which made me harder – that, or the fact that you kissed my fucking bloody knuckles.”
I stifled my surprise. Killian had done what? That was some hardcore shit. He had watched Samael kill someone and got horny? There was absolutely nothing sane about this relationship, but I couldn’t care less at the moment.
I licked a stripe up Killian’s neck, and he squirmed, starting to whine. “I’m…”
“Kitten, show us how much you fucking love our dark shit.” My other hand slipped up his shirt and fingered one of his nipples before twisting hard, his mouth opening as a pleasured cry fell from his lips.
His skin flushed, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he gripped my arms, falling apart against me. His release coated my hand and his pants, and I smirked, placing kisses on his shoulder.
I looked up at my guys, and while they were actively stroking their dicks as well, I could see beneath the heat. Killian needed help – help that we couldn’t provide. It was only a matter of time before we had to take a step we all had been actively trying to avoid.
DAEMON
We were about to get fucked, like in the bed, into next week. We would be walking all sorts of funny tomorrow, and I was fucking salivating at the mouth. I didn’t even care that Aeron had made me nut in my pants; I was fucking ready for what my two other greedy men were about to bring my way.
Until the universe decided my happiness was the last thing on its list.
I watched as Samael and Slash grabbed their phones, dicks still out, sweat on their brows. My eyes flitted between the two of them, waiting for an explanation. Like, who the fuck had interrupted our special moment.
Samael’s expression changed, sobering before he nodded and stuffed himself back into his pants. He graced my head with a quick kiss before heading outside.
Slash wasn’t far behind. “Shit, really? Fuck.” He grimaced, throwing his cell against the wall before stalking toward the kitchen.
“I can suck you off if you don’t want to go!” I yelled after him. Aeron playfully punched me in the arm, but I was totally fucking serious. I loved sucking that guy’s dick.
Slash reappeared, fully clothed, no remnants of our strange moment left. Even his hair had been neatly slicked back. “Sorry, Kitten. Work calls.”
He ruffled my hair before leaving, my dick still pulsing in my pants, Aeron’s hand very much still wrapped around it. I twisted to him, feeling his dick throbbing against my lower back. “Wanna fuck?”
He shot me a pained look, removed himself from me, and headed for the hallway bathroom. I let out an exasperated sigh, in my own mess, with no guys to take me down from this fucking high.
What’s wrong with them? I thought we were good.
