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And then his dick nudged my ass, pressing slowly in between, the tip catching on my hole. I jerked forward with a gasp, bearing down as he slowly pushed himself in and then paused, waiting for me to catch my breath. Aeron rubbed his hands up and down my back, my ass impossibly full and my dick still throbbing from my orgasm. He rocked against me, his dick hitting that one fucking sweet spot, and I saw stars. Like legit stars. A garbled scream erupted into the air.
Fuck K, Aeron is going to kill us. Samael’s gotten a double orgasm out of you, but not like this…
Do it. Our ‘o’ face is fantastic.
I didn’t address the personality shift that Daemon had just pulled as Aeron continued his movements, and I had to do everything in my power not to melt into a heap on the floor.
“Kitten, Samael says you can do a double. Let’s see if he’s telling the truth.” I could hear the promise in his words, and for the first time, I kind of wanted Aeron to break a promise. Especially when his pace went from rocking gently against my prostate to the bruising speed I fucking loved so much.
SAMAEL
I stared down at my precious Killer, ruffling my hand through his hair, admiring how it slid so easily between my fingers. Sweat clung to his body; remnants of our activities were obvious from the thick smell of sex in the air. The kid would be thoroughly sore the way we had all taken him apart. Watching Aeron fuck him nearly unconscious had released my animalistic side as Killian fell into my arms, demanding more. I couldn’t tell who we were dealing with, but it didn’t matter.
Slash had joined in on the fun, sticking his dick down the kid’s throat until he couldn’t breathe. I was about to beat Slash senseless until I realized that the kid was fucking enjoying the roughness of our desires. Should we have been taking it slow? Absolutely. But there was always a loose screw where this kid was concerned. I would give everything up for him, and I’m not even sure why. He had been a weekend fuck who had gotten off on the darkest parts of my psyche.
Apparently, he was way more than that. Which made him dangerous.
Aeron cuddled closer into Killian’s side, his arms wrapped tightly around the kid’s waist. Slash was passed out on the far side of the bed, leg wrapped around Aeron’s waist and dangling over the kid.
Now, there were even more conversations to be had. Especially with Killian, since I was his protective detail. I had an inkling that Killian already knew. Worse still, I had to find a creative way to keep Chief Matthews from finding my true identity. It had been easy enough thus far. But that was before I was told to hunt myself and my men.
With the addition of Nyla and her big ass mouth, things were only further complicated. The only good thing about all of this was that Nyla was slightly terrified of Killian and his alters, so she wouldn’t do something too stupid. She also didn’t know much of anything which was one of the only reasons she was still alive.
With another lazy glance at the three naked bodies tangled up on Aeron’s bed, I slipped into the kitchen, actively avoiding the fridge. I knew the carton of orange juice Aeron stocked his refrigerator with was safe, but I wasn’t keen on seeing Jenny’s lungs resting on the bottom of the shelf. I knew for a fact that Aeron hadn’t done anything with them, too stressed out about Killian and whoever knew our secret to prepare them or discard them.
Which meant I wasn’t going to find food here. Maybe the deli across the street would have something more appetizing than lungs or Aeron’s favorite snack – finger chips. I choked on my disgust as I swung open the door, the setting sun hitting my face. It was good that I was now on my own case, or I would have been chastised for skipping out on work for the entire afternoon.
Aeron’s house opened to a side street near the edge of Primrose, houses lined up on either side. Most of his neighbors were rather pleasant, leaving Aeron alone aside from the occasional letter to cater. I hadn’t met any of them but Aeron hadn’t had anything bad to say about them. My gaze traveled the manicured block lawns that accompanied each house, one green door, and several layers of brick that made this street look like something out of a contemporary TV show rather than a part of Primrose.
I didn’t hate it, but I much preferred the safety and luxury of my estate.
My face fell as two familiar faces timidly approached. They weren’t quite dressed for the weather, and as their features became clear, a grimace replaced my taut smile. I stepped back, flush against the door, eyes darkening at their hopeful stares.
“Tim – Timothy, is that you?”
I was, in fact, not Timothy. Not anymore. That name died a terrible death the moment I left that life behind. I didn’t answer the younger-looking woman, something akin to fear burning in my chest. It had been a while since I had felt emotions like fear or terror. But these women brought that out of me. They were the foster mothers I had hated the most. There had been a fuck ton of terrible foster homes – I wasn’t going to pretend that we were angelic kids growing up. But these women were among the worst parents. They collected kids like treasures and tried to ‘fix’ them.
Granted, I hadn’t been in that foster home, but Slash and Aeron had. It had nearly destroyed them. A nurse and psychiatrist were constantly trying to ‘help’ them heal from the damage I had supposedly caused. To these women, I was the problem. But it just made everything worse. These women used unorthodox, harmful methods, ‘training’ their ‘evil’ little minds by locking them in dark basements, whipping them until they bled, or playing mind games on children who couldn’t possibly understand why their own mothers hated them.
Aeron retreated inside himself from the physical abuse. And Slash still sported mental scars because of it.
If anything, Slash’s kills were more brutal because of the torture he suffered in that home. The absolute terror in my men’s eyes when I retrieved them from that awful home had gutted me. I should have killed these women when I had the chance. That was their last foster home before we decided to go it alone–together.
“What are you doing here?” I finally demanded once I found my voice.
The smaller woman, the nurse of the family, said, “We… well, we’ve been looking for your… for Vinnie and Jason.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Realization dawned on me. We all had different names at some point, but we shed them like the fucking plague once we left. They felt like brands, ties to a life we wanted no part of.
“I guess they are called Phoenix and Ryker, now? We saw an ad in the paper about Phoenix’s food truck with his face next to it. It wasn’t that hard to find everything else after that. He’s doing so well now, and we—”
I outright laughed at the thought that these women believed they would just step back into my men’s lives as if the past had never happened. “You don’t get to see them. You tried to hurt them. You did hurt them.”
“Timothy, please,” the psychiatrist pleaded. “We just wanted to reconnect.”
My eyes searched theirs, trying to find the lies, and oh, were there lies. It wasn’t about reconnecting. It was about finishing a job. These women had ‘succeeded’ in reforming their children, all except for two. Aeron and Slash. And fuck if they thought they were going to step right back in and use their voodoo tricks on my men. “You’ll have to go through me first.” I sneered at them, folding my arms across my chest.
“What gives you the right?”
