8. Bryn

Bryn

Koa walked into the kitchen as I flipped the bacon. He stopped at my side and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you later."

"Hold," I said as he turned. Koa paused. "Sit and eat."

"I really need?—"

I twisted to face him, finding Calix in the doorway as well. He stood there like a sexy poster with rumpled hair, creases on his skin from the sheets, and in nothing but underwear, showing off his sexy lines. Next to Koa, he had the hottest body. Javan and I were kind of soft, having lost the motivation to keep in shape. We were thin, but not hard anymore. There was no more definition.

Koa was the one to beat, but Calix was right behind him. My mouth started to salivate as I looked because damn.

Calix crossed his arms over his chest, his dark eyes trained on Koa. Koa sighed, dropped his bag beside the island and obediently took his seat. I dumped half a dozen pieces of bacon on top of the eggs that sat like two suns over the sausage gravy covered, loaded home fries. Then I slid the plate in front of him, along with a tall glass of apple juice.

A smile touched his lips upon seeing the juice. He was the only one who drank it, and usually only when he was Little but I always made sure he had some in the mornings with breakfast.

Calix stepped into the room and leaned against Koa's back, pressing his lips into Koa's hair. For a minute, he didn't move. Just held him.

"Eat all of it. And you best be eating lunch and staying hydrated at work. Am I clear?" Calix asked.

Koa nodded. "Yes."

"Good. I'm going to take a shower. Be home by five."

"Yes, Daddy." His voice was soft. Low. Feeling properly chastised by nothing more than Calix's tone. Honestly, he could talk to me like that any day.

"That's my good boy," Calix murmured. He kissed Koa's temple and left the room.

Koa met my eyes sheepishly.

"You need to do better taking care of yourself," I said.

"I know. I'm trying."

He was, but Koa wasn't like most monsters. He wasn't like most people. He was a stupidly smart man who owned half the fucking country because of his intelligence. His business was tech, and there was no one who could do what he did.

However, we'd been forcing him to train others and delegate tasks over the last few years because we could physically see the toll it was taking on him. And when man Koa carried far too much stress, monster void Koa began to feel it. When he erupted, thousands died before he could get himself under control again.

Much like a nightmare, he could wipe out an entire city without thinking. Just swallow it whole, leaving nothing but debris behind. Koa once said usually metal structures were left because his monster didn't like the taste of metal. I remembered laughing at the absurdity of that statement.

"Javan and Rue already leave?" Koa asked.

I nodded. "Rue's trying to record everything she can remember about every monster she ever drew. Yesterday evening, she found the first duplicate monster in two different cities—one in China and one in India. Since cameras weren't everywhere, we're assuming there were many duplicates, which makes sense since she's not convinced she created enough individual monsters to account for one of a kind per city."

"She's on the assumption there were dozens per city. But Ryker would agree, you just need the right kind of monster to kill millions at one time," Koa said. "I can eat an entire city block within three seconds—and that's intentionally; not my monster losing control. Over the time it took the monsters to destroy the megacities, we could have done the same. Individually. Especially since people are packed in like sardines. It's not difficult to kill them all."

I hadn't watched the videos since two days ago when we watched it all unfold. We'd bounced between a few channels and had made the erroneous guess that a hundred different cities were attacked simultaneously. We were off. By a lot. Our guess on the number of monsters unleashed in the world was a fraction of the reality. The tally was somewhere in the three-thousands, though we don't have an accurate number there yet, either.

Last night, Javan solemnly announced that the death toll had officially reached a billion. One billion people were dead. That was one-eighth of the world population.

Chills raced down my spine and I buried the thought.

Koa sighed, pushing his clean plate away and chugging his juice. As soon as he got to his feet, I handed him a paper bag and a large jug of water. "Both better be empty when you come home," I noted.

He bowed his head, smiling. "Thank you," he said, leaning in to kiss me. I gripped the back of his neck to hold him there for a minute.

"We're worried about you. Please heed your warning signs, Koa."

Koa nodded. "I'm trying to. I feel like the countdown we can't find is getting closer. The monsters were phase one. "

"We all think that, but you're one man and it's not your responsibility to find all the answers. Silence isn't your responsibility to take out on your own. Understand?"

"Yes." He leaned his head against mine. "I love you."

Smiling, I kissed his lips again. "Love you, too. Go. Be good."

With a crooked grin, he turned, picked up his bag, and left the kitchen. I remained still until I heard the front door close, then I went back to breakfast. I split the remainder of the food between two dishes, placed hotplate covers over them and set about cleaning the kitchen.

Calix joined me at the sink, knocking his hips into my ass as I bent over to add the few plates into the dishwasher. Grinning, I stood and turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

He shrugged. "You can't expect anything less when you put your ass on display for me," he teased, handing me a glass from the sink to put in.

"Mmm," I hummed, narrowing my eyes. We finished loading the dishwasher, but before he could get too handsy, I shoved him toward the island. "Eat before it gets cold. This isn't one of those meals that's good reheated."

Sighing in exasperation, he took a seat. I joined him, sliding the plates over. Calix linked his ankle with mine and we ate in silence. I've loved this man since we met; since the moment I laid eyes on him. It was one thing to know he was mine through a profile and another thing entirely to see him in person.

Since we started focusing on Silence (and ORKA before they were exterminated), Javan and I got less time with Calix. We understood. We encouraged him to find his Little since it wasn't a role Javan or I could get into and Calix needed that. Up until this last decade, it had been going okay.

We loved Koa. It wasn't about that. There was no doubt in our minds at all that he belonged here; he was our husband without question. But he took up a lot of Calix's attention now because he was almost always Little when he wasn't at work.

For a while, it started to put a strain on our relationship. Something we'd tried to keep from Koa, but failed and Koa tried to rectify it himself, intentionally alternating Big and Little days.

It had worked quite well for several years, until recently when Koa began stretching himself too thin and it began affecting his monster. He needed the Little time because in that state of mind, he didn't have the cares or stressors that Big Koa had. It helped his monster relax, not feeling the man's breaking point getting closer.

As if Calix knew what I was thinking about, he said, "It's his Big night."

I shook my head. "I think we all know he can't be having many Big nights for a while. Taking a chance on him eating the compound is counterproductive to why we moved here."

He snorted. Then sighed.

"It's all right. I feel like this is a mantra we've all been chanting lately, but this won't last forever. And when it's over, we'll be able to live our happy lives like we'd been in the process of building."

Calix didn't argue, but I knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing we were all thinking but refusing to say out loud in case it turned the universe in that direction. This wouldn't last forever. We always spoke as if we were going to come out victorious, but it was just as likely that we were going to fail and all die. Or worse.

He pushed his plate away and turned in his stool to face me. With his hand between my legs, he gripped my stool and pulled me close.

I grinned as he rested his chin on my shoulder, pressing his lips softly to my neck. "Should I chastise you for not finishing your breakfast like you would Koa?"

Calix snorted. "I wouldn't mind being chastised."

His low voice made me shiver. His hand still pressed to the stool between my legs and while he wasn't leaning toward my junk in any way, my dick enjoyed his proximity. His heat. The way he just licked my ear .

Feigning flustered, I sighed and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "What do you want, Calix?"

His growl was nothing short of monstrous. Before I truly comprehended his movement, he had me off my chair and onto the countertop. I laughed, but his mouth covered mine, swallowing the sound. One of his hands went to my lower back, pulling me forward while the other hand rubbed over my cock through my shorts.

It hadn't been that long since he'd touched me, but from the way my body jolted to life, you wouldn't know that. I groaned into his mouth, gripping fistfuls of his shirt. His lips released mine and he trailed down my naked torso with his tongue and sharp teeth.

"You're brave to cook bacon without a shirt," he said, licking my skin.

I tangled my hands in his hair, guiding him further south. If he was going to tease my cock, he was going to suck it. "You know I don't feel that kind of pain," I muttered.

While my skin felt normal as far as skin went, it reacted to anything that burned with heat as if it were made of rubber. It was a strange feeling when something like hot bacon grease spattered over me and all I felt was the greasy wet feeling. Also, I didn't ruin clothes this way. I considered that a win.

Calix pushed me back so I was prone on the counter and yanked off my shorts. I wasn't wearing anything underneath because I rarely did. As soon as they were discarded, he licked up my shaft and I groaned loudly, a shiver of pleasure racing through my body. My dick wasn't quite hard, but it was chubbing quickly.

My hands remained in Calix's hair, gripping him tightly. Not to force him down, but to ground myself. He grinned up at me, his tongue teased the crown of my cock and then licked down my length. When he reached my root, he sucked one of my balls into his mouth.

I tried to keep the jolting pleasure internal and not shout, but fuck, I was weak for my balls being sucked. He rolled it in his mouth, using his tongue to apply pressure and pin it to the roof of his mouth, sucking softly. Releasing it, he took the other into his mouth and repeated the movement before massaging it until I was moaning continuously.

Calix spread my legs, then shoved them open wide. We were a family of free for all—everyone enjoyed every position. My ass clenched in anticipation. I wasn't sure if he planned to fuck me or finger me, but either way, I was definitely here for it.

He brought his tongue over my balls again and then dropped to my taint, pressing against my prostate, and then into my crack. I choked on a groan, and my hips came off the counter, though he roughly pinned them back down.

His dark eyes met mine as he licked his finger. The heat in his look was consuming, I could feel it throughout my body. With his eyes locked to mine, he brought his finger down to my hole and pressed. I gasped when he broke in.

With a smirk, Calix brought his head to the tip of my cock and wrapped it in his mouth. With a gentle, continuous suck, he moved his finger deeper into my ass. Deeper.

I shuddered under him, unable to hold still as he teased. Acting like this was our first time and he was breaking me in, his finger came out, replaced with two. I grunted and then gasped again when he gripped the base of my dick in a tight fist, swallowing my length into his mouth. My legs strained to hold myself still for him.

His mouth came off me. "So good," he growled.

"Stop teasing me," I grunted. "Please."

He chuckled, a deep dark sound that did nothing but make my blood sing. His eyes were lust-drunk and filled with hunger. I was trapped in his gaze as he lowered his mouth to my cockhead. He barely touched it with the tip of his tongue when he shoved his fingers in deep.

I jolted with a grunt, relishing the feeling of him. Reflexively, I pressed my ass toward him while my eyes rolled, my body arched, and my limbs shook. When he swallowed around me, his mouth became a vise for a single second, I mimicked his swallow.

This man was looking to make me scream.

He curled his finger and white-hot pleasure streaked through my body like electricity. I clenched my jaw tight, trying to force the sounds and words to stay locked inside. His fingers moving against me, rocking inside intently with his fingers curled and pressing firmly, never giving me a minute to take a breath had me losing my battle.

A string of nonsense left my mouth as I lost myself in the pleasure he fed me. In response, Calix started growling, a sound that made me turn to fire.

He wasn't even sucking me anymore. Just pressing soft, feathering kisses to my cock and licking up the solid stream of pre-cum I felt dripping down my dick.

Even I heard when my noises became desperate. Near-sobs filled the kitchen as I gripped his head tightly.

"Come for me, Bryn," he growled, his tone low, sensual, and one of the sexiest fucking things I'd ever heard. "Fill my mouth with everything in these heavy balls, husband. Make me choke."

I grunted. His mouth closed over my dick again, taking me deep. I tried to plead, nodding frantically. My hips rolled, despite my best efforts to hold still. Calix pulled me to the root, locked the top of my dick in his throat, and started growling.

The vibration tore through me, settling in my balls as if there were a fucking toy pressed against them. They drew up tight, my moans mixed with words I wasn't sure were coherent. He eased off my cock, sucking hard like a goddamn shop vac on the way up my shaft. Once at the top, he swallowed me down, pressed his fingers firmly inside me, and that's all I could take.

I erupted with a loud stream of sounds as he slid up my dick again, increasing the suction and hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed around me. He sucked me so hard, I swore I could feel it in my brain. My body shuddered beneath him and shook almost violently until I reached the point where the tank was fucking empty.

Then I collapsed against the countertop with a smack , my body having arched as if I were possessed. He released the pressure on my prostate, then slowly pulled his finger out.

I hissed and shuddered, but remained motionless otherwise. He continued to lick at my cock, capturing every drop as if he were on the brink of dehydration, then kissed along my pelvis and over my thighs.

"I love when you do what you're told," he said, dark eyes looking up at me as he licked his lips, his mouth glistening with evidence of my orgasm.

I wanted to flip him off. Truly I did. But my hands were just too heavy right now. Calix chuckled, dark and delicious.

Fucker.