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“You really think Killian would submit to me like this? Daemon, I’m not stupid. I know that the darkness he harbors is different than yours but I also recognize that deviant twinkle in your eyes. You switched the moment I stripped off your shirt with my blade.” His voice dropped a few octaves as he crawled back onto the bed, prowling toward me like the predator that he was. “Now, you have a choice. Lube or this?” He swiped a hand through the bloody mess covering my torso as he hovered over me.
He's not actually going to use your blood as lube, right?
I swallowed, watching him brush his fingers together, smearing my blood across his palm. Was I ready for that step? My body was. Hell, I was harder than I had been in forever just thinking of this man fucking me using the results of my pain had my back arching toward him. This was a dangerous development in our relationship.
Slash moved slowly, wrapping his bloodied hand around his cock as stroked himself, keeping his gaze locked on mine. “Like this, Kitten? You want me like this? Coated in your blood. Pumping into that sweet hole as I drag those wanton cries from your lips?”
A moan tore from my throat as his hand returned to my chest, gathering more of that scarlet liquid before stroking himself again. I widened my legs, giving him room to move in between them but that wasn’t what he wanted. He flipped me over, massaging the globes of my ass as he thrust against me.
“You aren’t ready to see the monster behind the curtain, Daemon. You think you know us. You think you’re in love with all that we are. However, there’s so much you don’t know.” Slash bent over me, licking just behind the curve of my ear before nipping at the bud. “And yet, that’s what makes this all more intriguing. Just like we don’t know who you are either? What kind of monster are you, Daemon? Hmmm?”
Slash wasn’t asking for an answer. He was searching for comfort and someone to silence his demons, to take what he was offering without complaint.
I pushed back against him, testing his restraint. Two seconds later, he was prying my ass cheeks apart, smacking his lips as two wet fingers rimmed my hole. My jaw locked as painful pleasure shot through my veins, Slash roughly fucking me open. I stuffed my face into the pillows, fingers curling into the sheets to silence myself knowing that Samael and Aeron would not approve of what was happening in here.
Not to mention those ladies at the door had no business knowing what we got up to.
Too soon or maybe not soon enough, the thick head of Slash’s cock was prodding against my hole. The lack of prep meant that every new inch sinking into my ass stung but I welcomed the intrusion, pushing back against him until I was on my hands on knees, his hips flush with my ass. We stayed in that position for several seconds, his cock throbbing inside my greedy hole, his hands perched on my hips with a punishing hold.
“I need your limit, Daemon.”
My gaze dropped down to the once white sheets, my chest starting to ache from his cuts. And yet… I wanted to know what it was like for this man to lose himself to me. Even if just a little bit.
“No limits,” I responded.
“You really want to give me that power, Daemon?”
“I trust you, Slash.” And I did. I always had. I trusted him not to kill me because he was in love with me.
You realize he had been in love with that ex-girlfriend at one time too, right?
Had he? Or was he just… with her?
Slash leaned off to the side and then the delicious feel of his blade dragged across my shoulders. A small nick just below my neck had me lurching forward, Slash using my momentum to pull out and then slam back in. I howled with the impact, tears pricking the edges of my eyes as my fingers curled a little tighter into the sheets.
“You bleed so prettily, Daemon.” His lips covered my newest wound, sucking the flesh until I willingly gave into Slash’s control. He fucked me ruthlessly, nicking me every so often and then sucking at the cut until I was fully sobbing from the pain and pleasure all mixed up in a chaotic ball of emotion. Sweet relief shot through my veins when I finally came all over the sheets, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
I couldn’t even fall to the mattress, Slash discarding the knife and slamming into my ass a few more times before exploding inside of me. When he collapsed on top of me, I didn’t attempt to move. Time passed slowly as I focused on his breathing, sleep slowly overtaking me from the exertion of our impromptu fuck.
A warm cloth touched my back and I realized I had dozed off, startling awake to find Slash stuffed in a pair of pants as he attended to me. “Just cleaning you up. I shouldn’t have lost myself. I should have been more careful.” He rolled me over and grimaced, before gathering me in his arms and sitting me in the armchair beside the bed so he could change the sheets.
I shrugged, trying to ignore the whine of protest from my limbs. “You’ve never apologized before. I just… I mean I should have guessed that you had a knife kink. That’s the scars on Samael, right?”
Slash nodded, readying the bed before he returned to me. When he tried to pick me up again, I slapped at his hands. “I can walk.”
“I know you can, Kitten. I know.” God, he sounded so tortured. “But that was a lot, even for you. Let’s get you into the shower.” I didn’t protest this time as I curled up in his arms, Slash walking into the bathroom and setting me on the edge of the tub. “Sometimes, it helps bring me out of my head. We both get off on it but it’s not supposed to-”
I had never seen this man so fragile before as I reached up to cup his cheeks in my hands. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it. I liked it.” We all did.
“And you’ve never bruised and bled so easily. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, Killian, but something about you helps dispel my demons.” His head dipped to the open cut on my chest, his tongue running across it, his entire body settling as relief ran through him.
I checked in with Killian and Dark, but strangely, we were all content. Slash thought he was getting rid of his demons, but I knew he was saving us from ours.
DARK
I had to cover up as I climbed out of bed the next morning, knowing full well that Aeron and Samael wouldn’t approve of the damage Slash had done to my body. They’d see it soon enough, anyway. We weren’t mentally stable enough to be doing shit like that, but the look that Aeron gave me when I entered the kitchen told me that he already knew, and when Slash all but sucked on the bite mark he had left on my shoulder, I realized there wasn’t any point in hiding it. However, I made sure to choose a shirt for work that covered it because fuck if I was going to explain that shit to any of my coworkers.
Stumbling into work, I was met with the same questions—about my relationship with Phoenix, if we were still a thing, if I was still dating the others… etc. Even after I made it to my cubicle, I was still on edge, waiting for someone to corner me with questions I couldn’t escape. It didn’t help that I was saddled with Gary as a cubby mate, his eyes focused on the back of my head. We – me and Daemon - had stuffed Killian into a safe pocket. He hadn’t panicked or fallen apart… yet. But he acted in ways that didn’t make sense, and I was terrified. Daemon had agreed to try to figure out what was going on.
