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My breathing was coming quicker, and the gentle touches became more frantic as I sputtered on the food I had forgotten to chew.
“Kitten?”
A yelp fell from my open mouth as Daemon took over, leaving me to freak out inside my head. A few blinks later, Aeron pulled me into his lap as he rocked me, fear evident in his expression. Samael looked lost, and Slash looked pissed as fuck.
I missed something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Daemon?”
I nodded. “Killian’s losing it. It’s not good.” I knew the answer to the problem, but Killian would never forgive us if he woke up in a mental hospital.
AERON
After walking Killian up to bed, I joined the other two in Samael’s basement. Brent had been pretty scarce, and I wondered if that was on purpose. Slash was leaning against a table, arms folded over his chest, that thin line across his face as Samael crowded his space, sucking on his neck.
"What do you need?” Samael asked softly. Slash tensed and I sat forward, wondering if I was going to witness one of the moments where Slash truly let go. Samael usually took charge but I had seen Slash slowly losing touch with himself, craving control that only Samael could give him. Knives weren’t really my thing unless it involved making food but I had no problems watching.
Samael let his hands fall to Slash’s waist, fingers digging in until Slash let out a little gasp. “I’m fine.”
“You haven’t been fine for a very long time. What do you need?”
I licked my lips in anticipation when they broke apart, Slash’s eyes darkening with a need that hadn’t been present for a while. Samael gave him a silent nod as our resident killer brandished a smaller version of his favorite machete.
Slash wasted no time as he ran the blade along Samael’s shoulder and across his neck before quickly swiping downward. The fabric of Samael’s shirt split open, revealing the mass of tattoos and scars he had acquired over the years. My eyes widened at some of the newer scars as I realized that this hadn’t been the first occurrence.
A hiss fell from Samael’s lips as he continued to hold onto Slash, a trickle of crimson traveling down Samael’s chest. Slash stared at it as if he were inspecting the descent of his madness, making another small gash on our protector’s chest.
“Mark me, sweetheart.”
Slash jerked at the name but continued his small cuts, chasing the little scarlet rivers with his tongue. Unable to hold back, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, stroking myself as I watched. Samael’s eyes had darkened as well but he stood still, allowing Slash to take what he needed. It wasn’t until Slash straightened up that Samael smashed them against the wall followed by a dominant kiss.
I moaned as I watched muscles tangle between the two of them. Demons and passion fought for dominance as Samael demanded Slash’s submission. Slash clung to our protector as Samael roughly opened their pants, his grin widening until I could only liken the expression on his face to that of a monster.
My monster.
Samael placed a hand on his own chest before dragging it down, coating his palm with his blood. The realization of what he was about to do hit me, heightening my need for release. Slash let out a wanton groan as Samael used that hand to stroke them, wrapping those fingers laced in crimson around their cocks.
This wasn’t the angle I wanted but I was content, watching Samael’s muscles tense and release until their mingled groans erupted into the basement.
Not to be left out, I hastened my pace and threw my head back as my release coated my hand. God, that feels fucking amazing.
Slash slowly melted into Samael’s touch as they came down from their high, a low groan vibrating through the air. Samael pulled away with a sigh. Slash’s eyes looked a bit clearer, although they still looked like mean sons of bitches. I might eat people, but those two fucking killed for a living.
“Have you called Chief again?”
“No. Haven’t even looked at my phone.” Samael grimaced when he pulled it out, eyes widening. “Goddamn.” He redialed the number, his brows furrowing with regret as Chief Matthews’ worried voice filtered through the phone. Samael’s voice hardened as he cut his boss off. “Chief, fuck. Yes. He’s fine. I’ll update you tomorrow morning. No, you can’t speak with him. He’s resting. If you want to talk to him, you call him.”
Samael ended the call abruptly, squeezing the phone tightly into his hand. I stepped off the last step and approached both of them. “You’re going to regret that, aren’t you?”
“Probably, but it doesn’t matter.”
His cell phone vibrated in his hand, and he whipped it out, confused. I leaned forward, recognizing the number but unable to pinpoint where. Samael answered it. “What?” Annoyance radiated through Samael’s tone, but the growly voice that filtered through the speaker erased all that.
“I suppose I spoke too soon. I thought a mere reminder would bring you all out of your funk. But I realized that you completely neglected the chances I had provided before taking your precious little boy. I can’t even believe I had thought of giving you a chance. I’ve thought about it and don’t understand the hesitation.”
Samael’s knuckles whitened as he clutched the phone. Slash's entire body had tensed, and I was standing across from them, wondering what the sudden change in development had been. Finn told us we had to up our game not even thirty minutes ago. Now he was telling us that he hadn’t realized… what exactly?
“I know those lungs haven’t been touched. And Casey is still alive. Focus. The next time I call, someone better have died.” The line went dead, and we stood around, stunned. Finn had done his homework. He knew things he shouldn’t fucking know. My immediate reaction was to seek out Brent, but I was pretty sure Samael wasn’t stupid enough to discuss everything around him.
