The living room was empty when Theon walked in. He had six large grocery bags in his hands, three in each. Hos fingers hurt slightly from the plastic handles. He had left Ares and Ryan playing video games in the living room before he went to see Vael. That was about three hours ago.
"I'm home!" He announced.
No response.
Theon walked toward the kitchen area. As he passed the hallway leading to the bedrooms, he heard soft moans from Ares's room. He stopped walking for a moment.
"Oh yes…harder! Yes! Fuck—Yes! Right there!"
"You like my cock that much, slut!" Ares grunted.
"Yes, daddy! Hit me harder!"
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out! You won't be able to walk out of this damn room."
"I like the sound of that—oh!" She gasped.
"You feel it?"
They both chuckled.
Theon shook his head. He knew Ares was being Ares again. His twenty-two-year-old nephew knew nothing other than to party and sleep around. That had been Ares' life since he turned eighteen.
