“What about them? This is my time with you, Aeron. And I want to eat my chef’s food. I want to partake in the indulgence that I’ve been robbed of. Show me what you can do, love.” That last part was a bit too mushy for my taste but the blush on Aeron’s face was priceless. I had watched him submit multiple times to Slash and Samael but never to me.
This would be fun.
Aeron reached into the container and retrieved the meaty flesh, still dripping in blood. It would have to be thoroughly cleaned and whatever else Aeron did before preparing it but I wasn’t above waiting. This would be a moment just for us. Hecarried it to the kitchen island and placed it in the sink there before starting to pull out items he would need. “Talk with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Why all the games, Finn? You’ve obviously been around a bit longer but what’s the point?”
“Primrose was a bit boring. You three were just constantly loving up on Killian and shit. It was time for a change. It was more fun when there was killing and fear and my father was whining about not being able to figure out who The Terrors were. I needed that excitement back and if I told you to just go kill a bitch, you wouldn’t have. So… I started a game.” I thought it was genius and it gave us something to do while coming closer together.
I hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs as Aeron began slicing into Nala’s flesh. It brought back the memories of her when she was alive, silently pleading for relief. My dick swelled in my shorts and I unashamedly reached down to stroke it, moaning as the knife separated pieces.
“Are you seriously getting off to this, Finn?”
Instead of answering him, I reached forward and pinched his chin between my fingers before drawing him into a kiss. Aeron submitting wasn’t on my bingo card and yet, here we were, my loveable cannibal leaning into my chest, silently asking for me. “Just remembering her face. That’s all,” I mumbled against his lips.
“When we cooked together,” Aeron changed the subject abruptly but the redness of his cheeks was obvious. “Was that you or one of the others?”
“The others. I like to eat but cooking is more of a Dark or Daemon thing. I’m not even sure. I’ll ask later.”
Aeron nodded. “And the piercings? You didn’t have any of those when you were with us.”
“Killian fucking ripped them all out. He really liked that fucking innocent persona so all the metal had to go. I’m still pissed about it.” I ran my tongue ring along my lip, the metal clanging with the hoop there. Aeron watched the movement several times before returning to prepping the meat.
“What happens now? Nyla is gone, your father knows who you are, and that third girl—”
“Jade? She’s my ex. The one before you I think. I have plans for her. Don’t get jealous though. I don’t like her like that.” Jade would find out soon enough. “I get all this is confusing. I’m confused too! I went to college, expecting to enjoy my life and then everything was ripped out from under me. My girlfriend, my mother’s death, and R—” I bit my tongue before I revealed that secret.
I wasn’t ready to let them know about Runo. Some part of me wondered if they’d fall in love with his crazy as they did mine and I couldn’t let that happen. Not that they would ever meet. Aeron stared at me curiously as he continued working, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
“I’m just glad I’m back,” I finally said. “And that we get to have dinner. Like a date.”
His cheeks reddened, his eyes sparkling again as his head dipped. Oh, I was going to fucklovemaking him blush as we continued.
“You really thought all of this out, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely. Tonight had to be perfect. Can we have yellow curry? I don’t like spicy.” I jumped off the counter and ventured to the edge of the kitchen, glaring at Brent standing a few feet away. He had heard absolutely everything, hadn’t he? I’d have to tell Samael about his closest guard because I wasn’t so sure Brent was on our side anymore.
“Do you want rice, Finn?”
A devilish smile slid onto my lips as I kept my gaze locked on Brent. “Of course, I do. It has to be perfect, Aeron. Justperfect.”
FINN
An hour later, a beautiful aromatic plate of yellow curry and rice slid in front of me at the table. The juiciness of the meat mixed with the spices made my mouth water and my dick hard as I took in one of Aeron’s masterpieces. The other three in my head were too chicken to even try it, to indulge in our lover’s cravings but not me. After all, I basically had Hannibal as a boyfriend—why would I not at least give his true delicacies a go? Savory juices bled into the rice beside it, carrots and potatoes popping up beneath the sauce.
“Are you going-”
I scowled at him to shut up as I settled a little farther into my seat, picking up the spoon to slide into the deliciousness before me. “I’m admiring the masterpiece. Don’t disrespect themoment.” Shoveling the spoon into my face, I let out a little moan, eyes rolling into the back of my head as I sucked on the metal, pleasure rushing through my veins.
Taking another spoonful, my body relaxed further as the meat melted on my tongue reminding me just how perfect the cannibal sitting next to me truly was.Thiswas the kind of devotion I wanted to see. Heat pumped through me filling my dick as my thoughts trailed elsewhere. My eyes shot open to follow the idea, landing on Aeron sitting beside me in a state of shock and lust that I couldn’t possibly deny.
I didn’t fucking care that we were supposed to be eating or that I had just swallowedhuman meat. The only thing I wanted was Aeron. Right now. Yesterday. Tomorrow. And every day after that. I dragged Aeron’s chair out, straddling his lap all in one move, fucking his mouth with my tongue and moaning again as juices filled my mouth.
Would Aeron give in to me or had this entire past hour just been a fluke of emotions? Without the other three alters to interrupt our moment, I decided to push, grinding my hips against Aeron’s. He submitted to my advances, giving me what I wanted as his arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer.
When a breathy moan vibrated in his throat, I knew I needed more. So. Much. More.
