Page 33 of Ryker

I didn’t look back as I stalked out the door, throwing a murderous glare at Alex before settling back into my cubicle, immediately handing the reins back to Killian. I didn’t want to deal with this shit anymore. He could fucking call the guys and figure out what to say to them. Dick move? Absolutely.

SAMAEL

This had been going on for years. As if someone had been watching and planning from the very start. As if Primrose was his city and not ours. A deep roar erupted from my throat as I threw another chair against the wall, wood splintering. I had stopped asking Brent for guys. There was no reason to demolish my workforce to relieve my worries. But I hadn’t had one clue as to who the fuck wanted Jenny dead – who knew our secrets. I didn’t know who had delivered the lungs. I didn’t know how to update the chief about The Three Terrors without giving us up. And I didn’t know a safe, convenient way to eliminate Slash and Aeron’s foster mothers.

They had families and jobs that would miss them. I couldn’t go the usual route and just go crazy on their asses. But I would have to do something. We were all spiraling, but I hadn’t seen Slash like this in a while. He had canceled most of his surgeries, staying tucked in his office for consults. Even when work was over, he wandered. He drank. He got lost.

Aeron was having a tough time keeping him together – but that’s what happened when the devils returned from their past. And I couldn’t do a fucking thing.

It helped that Killian was around. But something was fucking wrong with him, too, and he wouldn’t talk about it. Something had changed, and I couldn’t figure that out either.

Chief Matthews had asked for a dozen updates and reports on his kid, but I couldn’t provide much other than that he was safe, unharmed, and wouldn’t give up his job. Not that I had asked Killian to leave. We hadn’t even talked about the protective detail bit. Killian just seemed to know, and we left it at that.

But maybe it was time for a conversation.

Because I felt like I was losing my touch.

And I was running out of things to throw.

SLASH

Killian had unlocked something, a chaos of demons that I had locked down deep into my subconscious. My men were aware of my eccentricities which included my wall of toys for a lack of a better term. However, I had never shared my true desires with them. Samael was the closest to it all, allowing me to mark him in a way that no one else ever had.

The tools I used to kill and drag screams from my victims’ mouths were the very same ones that brought pleasure to my lovers in the bedroom. I just hadn’t found a lover who would indulge in the darkness that I wanted to unleash.

Killian’s rabid desire made me wonder how far he would let me take him. My cock thickened between my legs as I leaned back in my chair, trying not to let my mind wander through every fantasy I had been delicately crafting over the years.

Would he let me play for real?

Aeron’s obnoxious slurping of his raspberry smoothie– most definitely on purpose – drew me out of my head and I fought the urge to throat-punch him. My cannibal lover was perched on my desk, legs spread on either side of me as I reclined in my chair. Aeron had closed his food truck for the past few days to annoy me during lunch or keep me sane—I wasn’t sure which. Something I was extremely grateful for but refused to admit.

We had spoken about the tremor in my hand, but I dismissed it. Ignored it. Pretended like it wasn’t a fucking problem. We both knew it would be a problem, but nothing we could do about it now.

Samael was trying his best to find answers. Hopefully, he’d have something today.

Aeron leaned forward, licking the cream off his lips, daring me to try something. The door was locked, but I knew Niles would find a way in. He always did. Not that I cared. In fact, I almost wanted him to find us lip-locked in here. Maybe then the fucker would stay away. Not only were we two of the top bachelors in the city, but I knew for a fact that Niles was now a little terrified of me. We weren’t being careful, but I was kind of done hiding – mostly because of the shit those women had put us through.

As it should be.

I met Aeron halfway with a chaste kiss, but he melted against me, hooking his feet into the arms of my chair and wheeling me forward. I perched my hands on his thighs as I tasted his lips, losing myself in the sensation of Aeron, my favorite cannibal.

“Ryker – did you see that delicious – what the fuck – oh my god?”

Aeron lazily removed himself from my hold and twisted around to meet Niles’ gaze. He smirked and shimmied himself to the ground, straightening his shirt, doing nothing to hide the bulge in his pants. Aeron was the smallest of us three, but he was not a small man, still towering over Niles’ wiry frame.

“Yes?” my cannibal asked mockingly.

“Um—”

“It’s strange that even when my door is locked, you seem to find a way in. That’s a terrible habit you have.” I wrung my hands together like the villain that I was, sporting what I hoped was one of my craziest smiles.

Then, I shoved my hands under the table to hide the tremor as my left hand started to shake. One look at that, and I’d lose my entire profession. I knew what would fix it. But now, I might lose myself to the bloodlust rather than carry it out like the calm and collected serial killer I was.

“You’re fucking Phoenix – like that chef? Or is he fucking you? That’s so not fucking fair.”

Aeron chuckled. “For your information, I get fucked. Usually.” My eyes darkened because he had never fucked me. We hadn’t tried, but now I kind of wanted to see what he’d do if I gave him free rein and access to my wall. He caught my eye and smirked, reaching down to adjust himself.

Niles’ breath caught in his throat.

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