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CHAPTER 1
Samantha
Lex wrappedhis long arms around me, even in sleep he tried to keep me in his bed. I didn't make a habit of staying a full night in anyone's bed. They might get the wrong idea. It was only about the sex and the release I chased, nothing more, so I slipped out of his warm embrace as the sun barely peeked into the large bay window.
Before he stirred, I had my weapons back in place, along with my clothes. So much for his demigod senses. I could have daggered him a few times by now.
"If you come back to bed, I'll cook you breakfast," he said, his voice adorably sleep-filled, as he tried to lure me back to bed.
I snorted. I was positive he couldn't cook, at least not well. Now if he offered to mix me a drink, I'd believe him.
"Lex, you know I don't do the morning after." I glanced at him over my shoulder. Damn, he was sexy as sin. In another life, I would have crawled back to bed with him and happily ate his crappy breakfast that probably consisted of broken eggs and burnt toast.
He looked more like a God than a demigod, all sleep ruffled. The day old scruff along his perfect jaw, his smile blinding whiteas he flashed his teeth at me. His hazel eyes sparkled as he watched me. I shook my head ruefully. No attachments. Even if they were six foot, walking sex on a stick, dark and handsome demigods. Especially if they were all of that. Mortal boys were easier to shake, and I didn't normally give in to Lex like this. I'd had one too many at the club last night. His club. He'd brought me back to his apartment, over said club, to sober up and not get myself killed trying to hunt some demons.
In the process of all of that, I convinced him sex was a great idea. Although, he was always down for our one-night stands. Which we should probably call something else since it had happened more than once. Booty call. Friends with benefits.
My shirt settled over my stomach as he got up and wrapped his arms around me again. His lips pressed to my neck as he smiled.
"You know I'm no strings attached," he said against my skin. "No pressure."
He dropped another kiss to my shoulder and brushed past me, tempting me more with his body than he had with the promise of food I knew he couldn't cook. I watched his ass as he disappeared into the bathroom. Shaking myself out of the lingering desire, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
"See you at the club, Lex," I called to the closed bathroom door as I headed for the exit.
I had to get home, anyway. My brother would have a fit if I wasn't home by the time the sun was fully up. He and Raiden would be out looking for me the second I didn't walk through that door. He'd always been overprotective, and his best friend had picked up the habit, too. They both annoyed the shit out of me. Once upon a time, before my powers showed up with a vengeance, I had thought that Raiden was my future. I had been so in love with him as a teen. Not that he even knew I existed, being five years older than me.
But that fantasy shattered when my blood revealed me to be the strongest hunter since the original hunter. That meant my existence was going to be spent hunting demons and other evil that went bump in the night. I had still clung to my life, even after my training; my best friend Brook, college, crushes on random mortal boys that knew nothing of my actual personality and only saw the tall, thin, blonde cheerleader with mossy green eyes and not the badass I was.
At least my long legs could get me home faster. I was barely out of breath as I climbed the steps to the front porch. The door swung wide before I reached it revealing Raiden, glare on his face as his attention traveled over my body, not sexually, but assessing for injuries the way he always looked at me.
"I'm fine," I said, as I pushed past him into the dim house. It was so much easier during the week when I could just go back to my dorm. No one waiting up for me and expecting me home at a certain time.
"You're late," he replied as he followed me into the kitchen.
"I wasn't aware I had a curfew, Dad," I shot back at him. Yanking the fridge open, I pulled out the orange juice and put the carton on the counter as I reached for a glass. He beat me to it and passed the mug to me, leaning on the counter as I poured my drink. What I needed was some bacon or sausage and eggs. I eyed Raiden. Could I convince him he wanted to feed me? "Where's Ty?"
"Sleeping. And you don't have a curfew, but it's dangerous out there, and you were gone all night," Raiden said, beating a dead horse.
"I wasn't on the streets," I replied as I took a drink.
He watched my throat work as I drank, and he flexed his fingers as his jaw pulsed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
I grinned over at him. "What do you think it means? I got laid."
He looked away sharply, a dark look passing over his face. I wondered what it meant. Sometimes he acted a little strange, and I couldn't read him. He moved around me and plucked eggs and bacon from the fridge. "Hungry?" he asked, his head buried in the cabinet where we kept our pans.
I sagged into a chair at the kitchen table. No convincing was needed, he was going to feed me out of the kindness of his heart. I grinned over at him halfway into the cabinet. "Yes, I thought you'd never ask."
"I'm sure you worked up an appetite," he replied without looking back at me.
I was silent as I watched him work. He was always overprotective, but I wasn't sure I had ever mentioned having sex to him before, and we texted daily. I mulled over those thoughts as he was content to ignore me. His muscles flexed over his back, his shorts slung low on his hips, caught just above the globe of his perfect ass. The man definitely worked out. I heard enough about how Ty worked him every day, and I knew he had girls hanging around all the time. It used to bother me until I got my head on straight and realized I could never call him mine.
He and my brother had become firefighters. The schedule was grueling, living half their lives at the station. I was sure they had station bunnies, if that was a thing. If it wasn't, it should be, because hot damn, he was the kind of man that should be on those calendars, half-naked, holding a kitty.
He turned toward me, and my eyes caught on the happy trail that led below his waistband. The fluttering in my stomach had nothing to do with the slight outline of his dick in his shorts and everything to do with the food he was bringing me. I tore my gaze away up to his face where they should have been, but it was too late. He caught me staring. An unreadable look crossed his face as he placed the plate in front of me and dropped into the chair across from me.
I pushed a stray hair behind my ear as my face heated in a blush. I wasn't an innocent schoolgirl with a crush. There was no reason to blush under his gaze. "Thanks," I mumbled as I picked up the fork and shoved eggs into my mouth so I wouldn't have to explain myself.
