CHAPTER
TWELVE
Good.” Talos chuckled, and then his face twitched. “Ah! We also have paperwork you still need to sign for the transfer of funds from your father’s estate. I’ve taken the liberty of making you another appointment.”
Seymour’s phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket, startled to find he had a new calendar appointment and texts from a contact that hadn’t been there before.
It was Talos with a little TV emoji.
Cute.
Sariel remained silent, his expression blank, but his halo and wings were fully visible now. His skin had a bit of a wiggly look to it, and his grip was firm as he pulled Seymour close.
It was a far cry from how he’d defended Seymour against the twins before, but Seymour had a feeling that even an angel might have trouble fighting a crazy robot god thing and his equally crazy king boyfriend.
It was the thought that counted, right?
“You will also need these,” Talos continued, and more texts came through. “I took the liberty of checking on the hooligans who fled from that nasty little club. Follow them. Find my brain.Quickly. Failure will not be tolerated. If you disappoint me, Iwillerase your very fucking existence from?—”
“Darling!” Zolrya fussed from where he was stretched out in bed with the metal man version of Talos on top of him. He bucked his hips impatiently and whined. “What is taking so long? Aren’t you done yet?”
“Coming, my love.”
“Not without me, you’re not!”
“Never, my sweet beloved.” Talos smiled warmly, his screens floating toward Zolrya to join him and the metal body. “Are you all right? I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long. Tell me. What can I do?”
“I have a headache, and I tire of this.” Zolrya sighed and waved his arm dramatically. “It’s far too noisy in here. I want them to leave.” He flicked his fingers toward Seymour and the others. “Besides.” He flashed a wicked grin. “It’s been hours since you were inside of me.”
Talos returned the lascivious smile with one of his own. “Is that so, my beautiful little harlot? Hmm? Do you need to be filled again?”
“Yes, please.” Zolrya purred sweetly. “Iachefor you, darling. Please, you have no idea how much I need you. Make me yours.”
“Oh, I will, my love. Until you’re trembling and dripping…”
“Yes!”
“Screaming my name to the heavens…”
“Please,yes!”
Day meowed in distress and covered her eyes.
Seymour turned around quickly, having a pretty good idea of what Zolrya and Talos were up to and wanting to be far, far away from it as fast as possible. He had no doubt Talos would make good on his terrible threats, and he honestly felt sick to his stomach. He had been hoping this meeting would mark the endof the whole working for monsters nonsense, but now it seemed he was in deeper than ever before.
“Okay, so what now?” Seymour grumbled. “We’re not just gonna stand here and listen to them fuck, are we?”
“Why not?” Vilanos teased. “They’re quite acrobatic.”
“So very flexible,” taunted Absolis. “Talos can change out parts of his anatomy as well.”
“To give the king whatever he wants.”
“Whateverhe wants.”
Seymour groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Enough with all this bein’ weird and pervy for, like, five seconds. I need to?—”
Zolrya moaned.
