Bryson bit down harder and continued to stimulate Kaydon from the front and back. Kaydon shuddered around him until finally Bryson relented the bite.
Kaydon’s shoulders were hunched and stiff, and Bryson kept up the stimulation on his cock.
“Whose are you?” he said, licking the back of Kaydon’s ear.
“Yours,” Kaydon said, his voice pained.
“You’re gonna come again, Kaydon,” Bryson said, thrusting his hips. “You’re going to keep taking me until I’m satisfied.”
Hot liquid ran along Bryson’s hand, and he collected what he could, bringing it to smear across Seth’s fuckable lips, Seth’s tongue reached out to taste him. The rest Bryson wiped across Kaydon’s face, and Bryson shuddered, his own orgasm rocketing through him.
Arms wrapped around Kaydon, feeling Seth breathing so close. Bryson wanted to bask in the afterglow of it all. He had them back.
They were his.
But instead, his mind betrayed him, and Regan was there.
Had he ever left?
Sitting on the end of the bed, the icy-blue-eyed fuck just stared at him before saying,“Remember when you told me about your first kill?”
Fuck off.
“You said Luca hesitated, but you didn’t.”
Bryson shook his head, gripping Kaydon.
“It still didn’t please your old man though, did it? You cut that fucker ear to ear, and Callen still wasn’t happy. But it felt good, didn’t it? Making him bleed. Getting your hands dirty.”
Regan was dead. He was dead.
Bryson tried to bury his face in Kaydon’s shoulder, but Regan’s voice continued in his ear, “Monsters like us don’t get happy endings.”
CHAPTER 26
POLANCO
About an hour prior to dinner, Dario from Vega’s staff delivered three neatly folded stacks of fresh clothes and high-end toiletries in leather kits. Bryson distributed the delivery, his fingers lingering on the buttery soft cotton of a slate-black button-down. All three men held the shirts against their chests, eyebrows raised at the perfect fit of every item.
“Adria,” the three of them said, in unison, after sharing a perplexed look.
Of course, she would get them clothes. Bryson ran his thumb over a designer label. He still wanted to talk to her, but she hadn’t come back to the room.
“Meeting Vega is going to be interesting,” Kaydon said, choosing a casual pair of jeans and a charcoal t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame.
“Do you think we will finally crack the mystery on why he wanted you so much?” Seth chimed in, throwing a white shirt over his head.
Bryson frowned. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know. “Whatever the reason was, that ship has sailed,” he said, voice clipped, indicating he didn’t want to discuss it further.
Vega’s home was a sprawling estate. On the main level, Bryson found that the indoor and outdoor spaces merged seamlessly through archways of hand-painted tile as they weaved from their room to the main living area. Wrought-iron chandeliers hung from exposed beams, while colorful textiles adorned the whitewashed walls. Bryson’s attention settled on a stone fountain. A half-man half-beast water feature that stood in the center of an interior courtyard filled with potted succulents.
He was thankful Dario had offered to escort them, as the many doors and hallways were all but guaranteed to turn the three of them around.
The main sitting space opened to a view of dense jungles through ornate windows framed by heavy wooden shutters, some reaching two stories high. Ceiling fans with woven palm blades rotated lazily above.
Adria and Eric sat together on a large leather sofa while Elena nursed a deep red cocktail in the far corner. Bryson, Kaydon, and Seth settled down opposite Adria, a coffee table of polished mesquite wood between them. Bryson watched as Adria fidgeted with her ring, avoiding his gaze.
She doesn’t trust you because you are a monster. Just like your father.
