My fingers grabbed at his shirt, ripping it down the middle without regard to anything other than the access I needed.Aeron yelped at the motion, grabbing my wrists to halt my movement but I wasn’t having that either. Ripping myself from him, my fingers dove into the curry on his plate—my cannibal’s eyes wide with shock—and then I slathered it on the man’s chest.
He drew shallow breaths as he stared at me, mouth gaping in a mixture of concern and lust, his cock thickening between us at the inevitable game I had planned for him.
I stared at the delectable masterpiece in front of me, licking my lips before diving to taste my cannibal and everything that he was. For a moment, I could feel him staring at me like I had lost my fucking mind, my tongue dragging down his chest and circling his left nipple before sucking on it to draw out one of the most delicious sounds I had ever heard.
And the next moment, his hands had found their way into my hair as he thrust his hips upward, chasing a release I wouldn’t give him.
Not yet.
Not like this.
I hadplans.
AERON
Finn’s tongue dragged down my chest as I gripped his hair, the man slathering me with curry and then licking me clean, using my body as an alternative plate. He moved from my neck down to the edge of my pants and then back up again, driving me up the damn wall with every pass. I needed someone to relieve the pressure in my pants before I combusted, Finn’s detailed attention making it hard to swallow the whines at the back of my throat.
Brent was no doubt nearby, keeping an eye on us like Samael always asked but, in this instance, I wanted him nowhere near this.
Finn was mine to protect, to have, to take apart.
Fuck, maybe it was the other way around.
Because he was driving this show and I craved more of it. Killian enjoyed my dominance. Finn didn’t need it. He didn’t want that. He wanted my submission and I wanted to give it.
Five minutes into this mess and he had me stark naked, leaning back against the table with my cock jutting out, hard as steel. Finn grinned at it like a kid in a candy shop before dropping to his knees, lapping at the precum beading at the tip. I fought the urge to thrust into his mouth, a sticky sweaty mess, staring down at the man who had vowed to protect us in his own twisted, dark way.
I still didn’t understand Finn but the feelings were there. For him, not just the other three alters. He was dark and chaotic, unhinged in a way that seemed to drag me in rather than repulse me. “Fuck!” Having lost myself to the pleasure Finn had been doling out, I hadn’t realized my cock was now covered in curry, Finn staring at me like he had created a masterpiece. Curry was slathered all over his face, his chest heaving as we made eye contact. I don’t think I had ever felt this way with the other three and it scared me.
I also didn’t know how the fuck I had missed the fact that Finn was still fully dressed and I was here, wearing my birthday suit, falling apart in his hands. He looked wrecked though, his hair and shirt tussled, his pants tented with his need for release as well.
My cock hardened even further and I cried out, going to stroke myself when Finn grabbed the base of my shaft anddowned the entire thing. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body shuddering as he came untouched in his pants. For a moment, the only thing I heard was his muffled moans around my cock threatening to upend all my sense of control.
He jumped up to his feet, stripping off his pants with yet another unreadable smile, his release still evident on his cock. Unsure of what he wanted, I stood there, trying to ignore the need to let go, to come. I didn’t know what the dynamic was between us and I didn’t want to ruin it.
I was enjoying this side of Finn and myself.
“Turn around.” I blinked a few times, not sure I had heard him correctly. Even with the mismatched eyes, I could tell I was staring at Finn. When I didn’t move, he slapped my dick, my eyes widening at the contact as a rope of cum exploded from my cock. I didn’t wait for him to do it again as I turned around, my body heating from his touch.
My breath left me as I felt him slap my ass and then start rubbing it, muttering how he loved seeing his handprint there. He stood there for several seconds before his presence disappeared. “Don’t you fucking move, Aeron. Stay right there. Hello, Brent.” My face flamed with embarrassment as I stood there, my hands propped up on the table. When Finn returned, he whispered ‘good boy’ in my ear, a shiver running down my spine.
Then two slick-coated fingers dipped between my cheeks before circling my hole.Did he just grab lube?I was pretty sure for a momenthe was going to fuck me with the curry I made so this was a pleasant surprise.
A finger slipped into my ass, a breathy moan falling from my lips as Finn leaned over my back. “It’s my turn to manhandle you, love.” The rasp of Finn’s voice had me relaxing against his rough prodding. “Would you like that? Being fucked by me, by Finn? Because you blush so beautifully.”
Samael and Slash occasionally talked to me like that in the heat of the moment but never Killian or the other two alters. I couldn’t deny that I loved this version of our fourth. “Yes, fuck me, k—Finn.” My usual pet name for him—Kitten—nearly slid off my tongue but it didn’t feel right. Not when he was the one about to stuff his cock into my ass.
He placed a soft kiss on the middle of my back—something so out of character for him—those two fingers starting a slow and steady rhythm, pumping in and out as I thrust back against them. My cock was weeping as I chased my orgasm but those two fingers soon disappeared and I cried out again, gripping the table with such intensity I was surprised I didn’t break it.
I had never felt this needy before, maybe not even with Samael. I fucking needed Finn at this moment.
“I know you’re ready for me. You like a little pain, don’t you?” He slapped my ass again and at this point, I was going to take whatever he would give me. “I’m nowhere near as strong or rough as the other two but I can promise you one thing.” Heleaned in close enough, his whispered words tickling the edge of my jaw. “I’m unhinged.”
Then Finn thrust in, my howls echoing across my kitchen as he filled me, his wild pace putting me on edge. His fingers dug into my waist as he held on and pumped into me with everything he had, pain exploding on my shoulder as his teeth gripped the bare skin.
If Samael had left bruises yesterday, Finn was going to leave a bloodied mess. And fuck if I didn’t like it.
SAMAEL
