Slash’s quick debrief did nothing to explain to me Killian’s mental state. In fact, walking into my house, I was even more confused than I had been leaving the goddamn club. Neither of us was sure how much Killian knew or was comfortable with but it was becoming abundantly clear that he wasn’t as innocent as we first believed.
However, the scene I walked into the kitchen further confused me. Slash was right behind me, both of us halted at the entrance as Brent tried to warn us away. It was too late. Aeron and Finn—my guess—were sharing sleepy kisses in between lapping up what looked like it could have been dinner. Rice and yellow sauce were all over the table and floor, my cannibal and my little killer propped up on one of the kitchen chairs.
The scene was strange in and of itself but the fact that Aeron was straddling Killian elicited a few questions.A lotof questions. Aeron submitted to Slash and I but never Killian and never the other two alters. This wasn’t what I expected and yet, watching our fourth thrust upwards, taking control of the dynamic was hot as fuck.
I swallowed a moan as I pushed inside, intrigued as the scene continued, neither of them aware of our presence. Aeron was plastered to Finn, blissed out, his head angled back because of Finn’s grip in his hair. Blood dripped down our cannibal’s shoulder from what looked like a bite, something the fucker learned from me no doubt.
The longer I took in the situation, the more excited I was to get Finn beneath me, especially when my gaze fell on Aeron’s ass, red with handprints that couldn’t have come from anyone other than Finn himself.
Slash let out an appreciative sigh. “I kinda hate Finn, don’t get me wrong but watching Aeron fall apart in his hands is something that’s going to live in my head forever.”
I agreed, 100%. Instead of interrupting, I remained silent, glaring at Brent when he tried to pull me away. I didn’t know what he needed but it could wait. Aeron’s body tensed, Finn letting out a deep groan as they came together, cum dripping from Aeron’s ass in a way that had my cock filling in my pants.
I had always enjoyed watching Aeron come undone but this… this was motherfucking Christmas.
Still, I hadquestions.
Finn planted a soft kiss on Aeron’s lips before pulling back, his head lolling to the side before he caught wind of us. “You guys are back,” Breathless and raspy, Finn looked like a dream. It was strange staring at the mismatched eyes—ones that were usually indicative of Killian—but I assumed that the alters hadn’t had everything they needed to change. I wondered how Finn would explain his eyes or if he even noticed.
Aeron stood up, slipping off of the kid’s cock, both men covered in whatever dinner used to be. Aeron looked like he had been fucked six ways to Sunday and the kid… well, he looked saner than he had in weeks.
Slash beside me started sniffing at the air, “Is that curry? Wait… Aeron did youmakecurry?” Aeron nodded slowly, glancing back at the kid hesitantly who hadn’t stood up, his legs still sprawled open, his cock thick between his legs. “Did youbotheat curry?”
Finn grinned, nodding. “Samael, I know you noticed a few things missing from the crime scene.” His grin widened, almost comically. Goddamn, he looked like a fucking villain. “I was hungry and we needed to eat. So, I had a friend deliver it. It was probably the best damn curry I ever had so I paid my compliments to the chef.” He stood up, unabashed that he was covered in food and cum and still completely naked. His head tilted to the side as he observed us before he chuckled. “Why are you allstaring like that? You’re not allowed to get mad at what I like. You made me this way.”
My brows furrowed in confusion as I stepped forward, Aeron dutifully slipping his pants back on. Finn made no move to cover himself up but a shirt flying across the kitchen—no doubt from Slash—hit him in the face. “Brent’s right outside and you might not care but I don’t want him seeing you like this.”
Finn let out a ragged sigh and slipped it on. “Happy? Great. I have to get ready for work anyway. Apparently, the sick days for such an awful traumatic experience have ended and if I want to keep Killian’s job, I have to show up.” The change from fucking Aeron’s brains out to this haughty version was giving me whiplash. There was still something that had to be answered though. Well, a few things.
“Finn, what did you mean by ‘we’re the reason you’re like this’?”
He cackled, swiping a finger through the curry and sucking it into his mouth. “You all know about the car accident like eight years ago, right? I was watching you three. I knew about your secret then. I didn’t know you specifically but your hunger intrigued me. It was… different, enticing, so veryraw.I wanted more. Being the son of a cop didn’t afford me a lot of chances so I watched you. Aeron… did you really think we justendedup in the same goddamn college?”
Aeron turned to face him, all color lost from his face. “What the fuck?”
“That doesn’t explain us,” Slash stated. “You weren’t there when we met.”
“Wasn’t I? Maybe not consciously but everything was planned. You guys never thought it was weird that you three were the only ones I dated in the last three years? Like there’s never been another body in my bed other than you three since Aeron. That’s it. Well, there’s Jade but I’ve got a plan for her. Like Jenny. I did that shit. She kept popping up at The Revival. I met her once and decided she needed to go. Not important. What is important is that you all thought these were coincidences. They’re really not.” The grin that so easily slid onto Finn’s face was going to be the death of me. Either I was going to kill Finn where he stood or bend him over and fuck him into the table.
Time would tell.
Aeron sagged against the kitchen counter. “So you carving ‘remember’ into your arm was for all of this?”
Finn shrugged. “Sure. I don’t know. I like theatrics. That’s why Dad doesn’t like me and that’s why I tried to tame it down a little before Killian decided it was his turn. You know a lot of this shit is his fault too, right?”
This probably wasn’t the time to push. We were all tired, strung out, and the two I was currently staring at needed a shower. I also needed to have a firm conversation with Brent and his role here at the estate going forward. However, it was rare that we had Finn within our grasp when he wasn’t playinggames and so, I made the executive decision to ask more questions.
“Shower with me, Finn. Then Dark can give me that blowjob you promised.”
FINN
This wasn’t how I planned to end my night but I was more than happy to service The King and learn all about how dangerous it was to kill Nala. However, the first words out of his mouth once inside the shower had absolutely nothing to do with tonight.
“You say you’ve always been around, that you’ve been watching and protecting us from things. Then Killian came along but what’s the point of the contacts?” Samael grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands before dragging them down my shoulders. “Because right now, if you said nothing at all, I’d think you were Killian.”
Horror bled through my expression as I reached a hand up to my face, scurrying out of the shower to stare in the mirror. Sure enough, my mismatched eyes were glaring back at me. Settlingback in my own skin was always such a natural thing that this didn’t make any sense. I gently sifted into my head, unamused by Killian standing outside the drab room that I most definitely locked them all in.
What are you doing?
