I saw Sylas react to it all, his control shattering as he grasped Velra’s hair and held her tight to his cock deep down her throat. “Yeah… motherfucker… ah!” he yelled out, before ripping from her mouth, then spraying over her breasts.
He fisted his cock and just as I pulled from Lazriel, and he eased from Velra and collapsed beside her, Sylas sprayed the last of his release along the length of Lazriel’s shaft, making him release a sweet purring sound.
“Oh God,” Velra breathed.
Sylas chuckled and collapsed onto his back, stroking her hair and hooking his leg over Lazriel’s waist, gazing possessively at his cum marking them.
Although Lazriel was the most primal due to his nature, Sylas certainly possessed a similar mentality, albeit just not physiologically.
And as I dropped down amongst the three of them, I couldn’t deny that I was above it either.
Nor did I want to be.
Thiswas where I wanted to remain.
With them.
Always.
22
~Ketheron~
It was my day off.
I did not work at Haven Initiative this day.
Time away was rare because I enjoyed my work very much with the Celestial children.
However, Cassius had claimed that I needed to take a rejuvenating break every now and then.
And so here it was.
Under normal circumstances, as had become part of our routine, Cassius and I would take one of our exploratory adventure trips to see a new place in the supernatural world.
Alas, Blackline Protocol was still in effect so that was not feasible this day.
Cassius wasn’t at work either—at least not at Haven Initiative.
He was immersed in another sort ofwork.
Work that worried me immensely.
Work that was essentially this war withPuritas.
Velra had very kindly kept her promise to me, and she continued to inform me of all developments relating to thisunfortunate burden upon the supernatural world—and this new family of mine personally.
It was how I knew that Lazriel had gone to meet with a unit of The Shadowed tomake a drop,as he’d put it. Saiddropwas a vial of Sylas Morgrave’s blood for them to test for the necromantic core transplant. Cassius had accompanied him, much like a sentinel to ensure his safety.
Velra had traveled to the home of Cornelius Martel and Warlow Boyd to discuss the involvement of Cornelius in all of this, specifically that he seemed to have a secret alliance with Remnant. That information had come largely from an unreliable and biased source in Victor Halrow, so it needed to be confirmed. Velra was the most optimal person to see to that, considering her positive relationship with both Cornelius and his husband. Sylas had wanted to go, but Velra had refused, claiming he would “go in hot”, and Cornelius did not respond well to aggression or accusations.
I looked up from the pages of the book that I was studying on my bed at the sound of more grunting and cursing coming from the living room.
Sylas.
He was upset.
Stressed, I believed was a more accurate assessment.
