Chapter 8 SLASH
SLASH
Tuesday Morning
I rolled over, groaning as my muscles stretched and popped from this morning’s rough shenanigans.
After Samael left, I dragged Aeron back to bed and fucked his brains out, loving the way my fingers dug into his skin hard enough to bruise.
I needed my blade but that wasn’t a line I crossed with my loveable cannibal.
We all had our quirks but that wasn’t one of his.
Aeron gave back as good as he got, bruises littering my shoulders and arms from where he held me, and a bite mark at the base of my neck.
I was going to show that shit off like a brand.
Instead of wanting to hide our connection, I found myself wanting to taunt it to the public.
We were already dangerously close to being found out that I almost didn’t care because why couldn’t a serial killer have cute shit like dates and movie nights too?
There would be time for that.
I’d have to settle for these late-night rendezvous or in this case, early morning ones.
My gaze traveled to Aeron, draped over the edge of the bed. He had taken Finn’s dismissal harder than Samael and I, confused between his love for Killian and his distrust of Finn. The fact that Gwen’s lungs were now neatly quartered and wrapped in the fridge told me that Aeron had made his choice.
The way he had submitted to me a few hours ago also told me what headspace he was in last night. I hadn’t witnessed that kind of submission in years. He hadn’t craved that kind of attention for a while. He also didn’t need to be sleeping while I was sitting here with all these bruises.
My leg whipped out to plant its foot in his naked behind, the guy falling over the edge with a thud and a loud groan. “Do I need to be somewhere? Because if not, I’m going to eat a bitch.”
I chuckled and rolled over to the edge, leaning over to caress his face. He blinked a few times and then glared at me through squinted eyes. “You wouldn’t eat me, babe. But I can’t be the only one hating my life right now.”
Aeron giggled before the sound caught in his throat.
“Fuck you, Slash. My dream was just getting good. Why are you awake? Is it Finn?” The hope in his sea-green eyes was adorable.
When Finn surfaced, I was sure that our connection to Killian had ended.
It hadn’t though. The dynamics had just shifted.
“It’s not Finn. Samael texted and said that Chief Matthews knows who’s living in his house now, though.
Which means that we’re in for a shit show, a breakdown, or more dead bodies.
I couldn’t tell you at this point. Is it sick to be a little excited?
” Samael had been right last night. I had enjoyed killing my foster mother and I wanted that kind of high again, a certain kind of high that could be had by joining Finn on one of his little adventures.
“Although, that has to wait. Niles called me in again so I have to fucking explain what a sabbatical means.”
He twisted his head to glare at me and I felt the hatred in his eyes for the job I was supposed to have quit already.
His lips pursed and I thought he was going to call me out on it before the conversation took a left turn.
“Fuck me real hard so I can pass out and not think about anything before you go.”
My heart whined a little for my cannibal, my fingers running down the length of his jawline and then his chest as I stared at the new artwork on his flesh from Samael’s handling a few days ago.
I thought I was rough. Aeron really needed to eat something if I was being honest. Over the past week, I had seen him eat three times.
He hadn’t even attempted to reopen his food truck either.
Samael and I kept putting that conversation off but it was getting to the point where I was starting to get worried. “Aren’t you already worn out?”
“Which is why I’m asking.” I met his tired gaze, realizing just how much this was all fucking with his head.
At times like this, Aeron usually would have run off on a bender and found someone to fuck up before eating them.
Cooking was his peace, even if I didn’t understand it, and besides Gwen’s lungs, Aeron hadn’t even touched his fridge since Killian had stuffed his face full of Jenny’s lungs. I couldn’t blame him.
A deep sigh left my chest as I wrangled him back onto the bed until he was draped across me. One of my hands slipped around the back of his neck before pulling him into a kiss. “I think I can squeeze in a good fuck but I’m not going to be gentle.”
The understanding smile that spread across Aeron’s weary expression didn’t warm my evil heart the way it should have.