Chapter 93: #NINETY-THREE

ADRIAN’S POV

TEN MINUTES AGO

I had barely stepped away from the basement door when my phone started ringing again. I glanced at the screen and immediately knew who it was.

Dad.

He just wouldn’t let up, would he?

I looked at Cassian before answering, silently warning him not to say anything in the background until I knew what our father wanted.

"Where are you boys?" Dad demanded the moment I answered, and I could hear the irritation in his voice even though he was trying to keep it under control. "I have been calling all of you, and nobody seems capable of giving me a straight answer. Your mother is worried, Nicholas isn’t answering his phone, and now you’re all suddenly impossible to reach. Tell me where you are right now."

I leaned against the wall and lowered my voice before answering. "We’re fine, Dad. We decided to get away for a few days because everything became too much after what happened with Nicholas. We’re on a short vacation, and there’s no need for you to come looking for us. We’ll be back in a while. You don’t have to worry about anyone, we’re all fine and safe."

There was silence on the other end. This voice came back on, filled with irritation. "You went on vacation without telling me?"

I looked toward Cassian, then answered without hesitation. "It wasn’t planned. We just decided to leave. Everyone is fine, and we’ll contact you when we’re ready to return."

Dad started asking more questions, but I didn’t give him anything useful. I kept my answers vague until he finally seemed to realize that I wasn’t going to tell him where we were. When the call ended, I immediately switched off my phone.

Cassian watched me carefully.

"He’s going to know something is wrong," he said, folding his arms as he looked at the phone in my hand. "You sounded like you were hiding something, and he isn’t stupid."

"I know how he is," I replied, putting the phone into my pocket. "There’s a chance he’ll try to track the call if it’s serious. But I don’t think he would. Not until there’s actual cause for alarm. He may be suspicious now about what happened to Jayden, but let’s see."

We were still discussing what to do next when the sound of a gunshot exploded from downstairs.

Cassian froze, looking around. "What the fuck was that?"

My heart lurched in my throat. Nicholas and the others were down there.

Had something happened?

"Oh shit." I was already racing down the hallway.

I reached the basement first and stopped dead in the doorway.

Nicholas was sitting on the floor and the gun was beside him. Jayden was lying several feet away.

For a second, I couldn’t process what I was seeing. Cassian pushed past me and looked at Roman and Elijah who looked just as distraught. "What the fuck happened here?!"

"Nicholas," I said, dropping down beside him. "Look at me."

His eyes lifted slowly and he looked terrified.

There was no anger in his face, no satisfaction and no sense that he understood what had just happened.

I took the gun away from him and placed it far from his reach.

"You’re okay," I told him, pulling him into my arms. "You’re safe now. Nobody is going to touch you."

Nicholas started crying, his body trembling. "I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to— I just—"

Without thinking, I drew him into a tight hug, letting his tears soak through my shirt. "It’s okay. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault."

The others gently gathered around us, patting him while offering words of comfort.

He had snapped. One look at Jayden, and he probably couldn’t bear it anymore. What had Jayden put him through? I could only imagine how he was feeling now.

He had killed someone. And he didn’t know what to do with that information.

I stared at the blood stains on his shirt and pulled away, refusing to look at the mess a few feet away. "Come on, we should get you upstairs. We’ll deal with this later."

Nicholas didn’t argue as we helped him out of the basement and took him upstairs.

He was exhausted, and the state of his clothes made it obvious that he needed to clean up.

We helped him into the bathroom and gave him privacy where he needed it, staying close enough that he knew he wasn’t alone.

Afterward, Elijah helped him change into clean clothes while I made sure the room was secure.

By the time we got him back into bed, his face seemed to be regaining some of its color.

All of us stood in the room, watching him closely. And I was right at the foot of the bed, making sure he was okay.

Finally, he spoke, "I— I don’t regret it."

I nodded stiffly. "I know you don’t. God knows no one’s asking you to."

With that, I pulled the blanket over him and stepped back. "Get some sleep," I told him quietly. "Nobody is asking you to think about tomorrow tonight."

Nicholas looked at me and for a moment, he seemed as though he wanted to say something. Then he reached out and caught my wrist. "Don’t leave yet."

I froze instantly at the feeling of his hands tight around my wrist. "Nicholas—"

He slowly sat up, conviction in his eyes. "I need you guys. Please."

Roman immediately shook his head. "You should get some rest."

Nicholas looked determined." Please. I need to know you all are still with me. Please. Please—"

My resolve crumbled and I conceded, leaning down and pressing my lips to his firmly.

"We’re here," I murmured against his lips. "All of us. We’re not going anywhere."

Nicholas’s fingers tightened around my wrist, pulling me closer. I climbed onto the bed without breaking the kiss, my knee sliding between his thighs.

Behind me, the others moved in— Cassian on the left, Roman on the right, Elijah settling at the headboard so Nicholas could lean back against him.

"You sure about this?" Cassian asked, his voice low as he ran his hand up Nicholas’s thigh. "We can just hold you if that’s what you need."

Nicholas shook his head, his eyes dark and teary. "I need all of you. Inside me. On me. I need to feel something that isn’t... that." His gaze flicked toward the door, then back to us. "Please."

I cupped his face with both hands. "We’ve got you. Every inch of you." My thumb brushed over his bottom lip. "Tell us if you need to stop."

Elijah’s hands slid under Nicholas’s shirt from behind, lifting it slowly. Nicholas raised his arms and let it come off. The moment his chest was bare, Roman leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

Nicholas gasped, his back arching into the touch. "Oh fuck."

Cassian worked Nicholas’s pants open, tugging them down along with his briefs. Nicholas’s cock sprang free, already half-hard despite everything. Cassian wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, slow and firm. "Look at that," he said softly. "Even after everything, you still want us."

I stripped off my own shirt and pressed my bare chest to Nicholas’s, skin to skin. My cock strained against my jeans, thick and aching. "Lift your hips," I told him.

He did, and Cassian pulled the rest of his clothes off completely.

Elijah’s hands roamed Nicholas’s chest from behind, thumbs circling his nipples while Roman’s mouth moved lower, kissing down his stomach.

I watched Nicholas’s face, checking for any sign of hesitation. There was none— only need.

"Adrian," Nicholas breathed, reaching for my belt. "I want your cock."

I stood just long enough to shove my jeans and boxers down, then climbed back between his spread thighs. My cock rested against his, both of us hard now. I rocked my hips once, letting our lengths slide together, precum mixing between us.

Cassian reached for the lube in the drawer and slicked his fingers. He moved behind Nicholas with Elijah, one hand disappearing between Nicholas’s cheeks. Nicholas’s breath hitched as Cassian pressed a finger inside him.

"Easy," Cassian murmured, working him open slowly. "You’re tight. Been too long."

Nicholas moaned, his head falling back against Elijah’s shoulder. Roman took the opportunity to wrap his lips around Nicholas’s cock, sucking him down in one smooth motion. Nicholas’s hips jerked, pushing deeper into Roman’s mouth.

I watched them work him open, my own cock throbbing at the sight. Cassian added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching Nicholas’s hole. "He’s ready," Cassian said after a few minutes, his voice rough. "Adrian, take him first."

I nodded and lined myself up. The head of my cock pressed against Nicholas’s slick entrance. I pushed in slowly, watching his face as I sank inch by inch into his tight heat. Nicholas’s mouth fell open, a broken sound escaping him.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," I groaned, bottoming out as my balls pressed against his ass. I stayed still, letting him adjust. "You feel so good around me."

Nicholas’s hands found my shoulders, nails digging in. "Move. Please."

I pulled back and thrust in again, setting a steady rhythm. Each stroke dragged against his inner walls, hitting that spot that made his cock twitch against Roman’s tongue. Roman kept sucking him, head bobbing in time with my thrusts.

Cassian moved to Nicholas’s side, offering his own cock. Nicholas turned his head and took it into his mouth without hesitation, sucking eagerly. The sight of him filled at both ends made my cock throb inside him.

"That’s it," I praised, gripping his hips. "Take us both. You’re doing so well."

Elijah’s hands never stopped moving, stroking Nicholas’s chest, pinching his nipples, whispering filthy encouragement in his ear. "Look at you, taking Adrian’s cock like you were made for it. Such a good boy for us."

I picked up the pace, fucking into Nicholas harder. The bed creaked beneath us and sweat slicked our skin. Nicholas moaned around Cassian’s cock, the vibrations making Cassian curse.

Roman pulled off Nicholas’s cock with a wet pop, replacing his mouth with his hand. He stroked Nicholas in time with my thrusts. "He’s getting close," Roman said, watching Nicholas’s face. "His balls are tight."

I angled my hips, aiming for that spot inside him with every thrust. Nicholas’s whole body tensed. His cock pulsed in Roman’s grip, and then he was coming, thick ropes of cum painting his stomach and Roman’s hand.

His ass clenched around me, pulling me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, flooding his hole with my load. Pulse after pulse, I filled him until it leaked out around my cock.

Cassian pulled out of Nicholas’s mouth, stroking himself fast. "Open," he ordered. Nicholas obeyed, tongue out, and Cassian came across it, some landing on his lips and chin.

Elijah was last, pushing Nicholas forward so he could slide in behind him. My cum made the slide easy. Elijah fucked into Nicholas’s used hole with short, desperate thrusts, adding his own load to the mess inside him.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard.

"Still with us?" I asked, brushing damp hair from his forehead.

Nicholas nodded, eyes half-lidded but clearer than before. "Yeah. Don’t... don’t stop touching me."

I kissed his temple. "We won’t. Not until you tell us to."

Roman reached for a towel and cleaned Nicholas’s stomach while Elijah stayed buried inside him, softening slowly. Cassian pressed kisses along Nicholas’s jaw, murmuring soft words.

If he wanted us to stay with him, we would. For as long as it took.