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“What—what are you doing?” I asked breathily. Samael didn’t answer me as he climbed onto the bed behind Aeron, my cannibal stilling, his breaths coming in heavy pants. My eyes widened as the sound of a slap sounded through the room, Aeron grunting as he lurched forward. I tugged at my restraints, watching as Aeron’s hips began to rock, his head falling back on Samael’s shoulder.

Samael’s lips fell to Aeron’s shoulder, digging in until red trickled down his bare chest. Heat bloomed in the pit of my belly as Aeron’s small movements pushed him farther into me. It wasn’t until Samael sunk into Aeron’s ass that we all slid up the bed, my back nearly upright against the headboard.

A scream tore from my throat as his cock hit my prostate, Aeron’s lips on mine seconds later as Samael fucked the both of us. This was perfect and everything I needed to silence the unrest in my head. The world fell away as Samael pressed up against Aeron’s back, one hand around the front of my cannibal’s throat, and the other gripping the headboard by my head.

Samael pulled Aeron from my lips, those dark eyes meeting mine, full of lust and desire and love. “Ready, killer? I’m going to fuck the both of you. You’ll know that you are mine. That you both belong to me. Regardless of what happens.”

A shuddering breath left me as I clung to Aeron’s waist, leaning forward to grab a kiss from our protector, a man I hadn’t truly known that I was in love with until I had already fallen. “I love you,” I breathed. “I love you, all of you.” I knew Dark and Killian would agree with me.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, killer,” he breathed before granting me a small kiss. Aeron’s eyes were closed as he muttered the same thing, stuffing his face into the crook of my neck.

“Love you, Kitten. Fuck, someone needs to move.”

“Hold on, lovers,” Samael growled as he tightened his grip on the headboard and thrust forward, our mingled grunts of relief and pleasure reverberating through the room.

AERON

My fingers trembled as I untied Killian’s hands from the bedpost. Samael had been rough with him the moment we had stepped into the room that he usually gave me when I stayed at his place. I hadn’t expected to see Daemon but was glad for the distraction. We had fucked him into a slumber, Daemon gladly taking everything we threw at him. He sucked at both of us like a man starved, letting me fuck him until he screamed for mercy.

Samael’s eyes had been black, everything about him just a little off as he dominated the bedroom. We were the most submissive in this strange partnership, and he hadn’t held back, not like he usually did. Worry lingered beneath the surface but catching the little cuts littered across our Kitten’s chest, I knew he could take everything we were giving him.

Which was why I felt no shame as I fucked Killian, hard and fast as I slammed into that sweet hole. Seconds later, the cold sensation of lube slid between my cheeks as Samael readied himself behind me.

He hadn’t fucked me in a while and never with Killian, not that I was complaining. I tried to ignore it, focusing on my Kitten in front of me, but when Samael slid home with a powerful snap of his hips, I let out one embarrassing moan as I nearly fell on top of our fourth. He screamed out in pleasure as I hit his prostate, cumming all over our stomachs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

I moved to pull out, but Samael grabbed my hips and put up a punishing pace that dictated our rhythm. Succumbing to his motions, I let him guide us through another orgasm, Samael’s release bursting through me as his fingers gripped my waist with bruising intensity.

I’d be sore tomorrow… but Killian? That kid was going to be walking funny for days.

“Why?” I whispered to Samael.

He was propped up at the head of the bed, gathering Killian into his arms as I undid the ties. His look had softened somewhat, but the darkness lurking beneath them was still there. “We have a fucking problem.” I waited for him to sort through his thoughts as I climbed onto the bed and snuggled into Samael’s side, draping Killian’s legs over my lap. “One of your mothers is dead.”

“I bet it was Talia.” I didn’t hate myself for not caring, but the way Samael tensed told me that was not the reaction he needed. “How did she die?”

“The same person who killed Jenny. And the guy who was after me a few years ago.”

“Wait… what?”

My eyes drifted to the sleeping form in our arms. We carried on a dangerous life, but it was becoming increasingly clear that it was dragging Killian into it. Jenny had been close to us – but Talia? That was a little too fucking close for comfort.

“Someone’s after us, and if they figure out about Killian, I—”

Something in Samael seemed to break, and he shuddered against me. He didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew. If someone did something to Killian, we’d risk it all. I wasn’t sure how we got to this point, but Killian was the only person who understood us. Who loved us for who we were in our entirety, even if we did scare him a bit.

“What’s the plan?”

I searched Samael’s eyes, waiting for his answer as I always did. But there was no answer this time. And that fucking scared me.

SLASH

Now that she was sitting up and awake, my job was done. Unfortunately, I still had questions. So, I shut everyone else out on the pretense that Casey shouldn’t be bothered by too many people, and that I needed to check her out a little longer. Niles seemed suspicious of my intentions, but he left me to my devices, which was good because I was so close to slitting his fucking throat for lying to me.

She avoided my gaze as I double-checked her vitals, making sure she’d stay alive. I had perfected my craft, but checking again never hurt anything. Casey hadn’t offered any additional information besides the occasional sob caught in her throat, silent tears pouring from her eyes. I almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

But it wasn’t because she had lost Talia. Not in the slightest. It was because I hadn’t been there to watch someone rip Talia apart and the horror that would have befallen Casey’s face. That was what I felt bad about, and my sick as fuck self was just a bit jealous.

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