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A honey gold eye peered around the corner, followed by an ocean gray one, timid hands holding onto the basement frame.
I let go of the man in my hands, watching as he flopped to the ground in an unconscious heap. Killian’s eyes darted to the lifeless form and then back to me. Fuck, Brent was not getting a raise.
I couldn’t even imagine what kind of damage control I was going to have to do now that Killian had stumbled his way down here—Aeron was going to kill me when he found out, and Slash… he was a loose cannon. He might find a way to revive my ass and skin me alive. Growing up with Aeron and Slash had made me immune to their reactions to the carnage I left behind. Knowing that Killian got off on the violence wasn’t enough for me to actively draw him into our world. I still didn’t truly understand the man I loved, and the mixed emotions swirling around in Killian’s expression weren’t helping.
Fuck.
Killian stepped forward, his arms awkwardly at his sides as an unnatural grin overtook his lips. I stepped back, trying to figure out what was going on in that mind of his. Who was winning? Because it surely couldn’t be Killian—could it?
The bloodlust in his eyes as he stepped over the crumpled mess of limbs, standing inches from me, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed up at me, was a look I never thought I’d see. I expected fear, anguish, disappointment—hell, anger would have worked. The darkness we had seen a few days ago flickered in his eyes, that grin widening with promises I wasn’t even sure I wanted to indulge in.
It was almost as if his alters had meshed to create this new shield of a personality that included Killian’s innocence mixed with Daemon’s darkest desires. My head tilted slightly as I observed his interest, my heart beating a little faster at the fantasies running through my mind. Memories of Killian in my bed at the resort just over a month ago brought back to life everything I wanted to do to him. He might be fragile but seeing this wouldn’t break him. Right?
Selfishly, I told myself that it wouldn’t.
He looked like a fucking wet dream in my basement amidst the carnage, dressed only in my shirt, one of the sleeves hanging low and revealing his bare shoulder. I bit back the irritation that he was walking around my house like that, letting everyone else feast on what was mine.
Killian leaned into me with another wicked smile, and my breath caught in my throat. I had always been the dominant Alpha. I took charge. I ran things. People followed me. But I was at a loss for what to do now.
Aeron had mentioned that we needed to slow down whatever the fuck we had going on, and I couldn’t agree more. The problem was that no one had told Killian, Dark, or Daemon any of those things.
“We shouldn’t,” I finally mouthed to him, my voice breathy with anticipation. I had definitely jerked off to one or more scenarios where my killer found me down here—both of us turned on, a replay of sorts of our first meeting. Only this time, I’d be able to see the lust in his eyes. Unfortunately, Killian was fighting his own demons, and as much as I wanted to play out a fantasy, I cared about his well-being a whole lot more.
“Why?” He snuggled in closer, making me very aware that the blood spatter drenched into my clothes was now rubbing against his chest.
I bit back the groan as my dick thickened in my pants. I wouldn’t deny that I was a sick bastard, but fuck, I couldn’t do it. I gripped his arms with my bloodied hands, pulling him off me, every bone in my body screaming against my actions. Seeing him with that wild smile, dark eyes, and blood on his shirt was not helping.
He huffed at me, a smirk playing on his face, but he made no move to get closer. “Don’t tell me what I fucking need. I’ve been trying to get your damn attention all fucking weekend.”
I didn’t fight the groan this time. “I know.” I let his arms go, resting my hands on his waist as my fingers dug into his skin. He arched toward me, his eyes flashing even darker. “I fucking know.” Killian placed his hands on my chest, his tongue darting out to lick my jaw. I jerked toward him, and in response, he just smiled.
“Then do something about it.” I wanted to. I really did. I think he could see the turmoil in my eyes because he added, “Forget the others. I’m here. Right now. And I want you.”
“What?”
I had never been at a loss for words in my entire life but fuck if Killian hadn’t just stolen them from me.
“Samael, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me until my knees are weak. Fuck me right here, right now.”
“Here?”
He licked his lips as he followed my gaze to the body not even six feet from us. A giggle came from my killer as he turned back to me. “Fuck yes.”
KILLIAN
~ A few moments prior ~
Darting across the hallway to escape the two guards Samael had sicced on my ass since Friday night was a feat in and of itself. Lucy bounded between my legs, rubbing herself against my calves before crying out to be fed. She quieted as I patted her head but I knew that wouldn’t be enough to silence her forever.
There had to be someone watching the numerous security cameras in here; my whereabouts would be revealed shortly; however, I couldn’t stand being constantly watched.
I recognized a few of the men from the three-day vacation up north including Brent. It was odd how often they popped up around a corner or across the hall as if they had always been there. Still, I needed a reprieve. A way to be outside my room yet far away from the public eye.
Samael hadn’t explained much, just that they were here for my protection, which didn’t make any sense. Was I in danger? Was Samael in danger and, therefore, me by proxy? None of my men had explained anything since the incident, as we were calling it. I zoned out and found myself in Samael’s arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. I’d never know why he felt safe, but he kept away the demons better than the other two.
And that darkness creeping into my mind wasn’t a new thing. I just hadn’t noticed how much of my life it had taken over until Friday night. Several moments from this weekend were a blur, and while I usually attributed it to Dark's or Daemon’s erratic behavior, none of us could remember anything. Little pockets of time escaped us, but having already scared my men once, I didn’t want to add to their load. I also didn’t want to end up like my mother, stuffed into a mental institution with no one to lean on.
What are we doing out here? It’s much more comfortable in Samael’s bed.
