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Samantha wantedit rough right now. I could see it in the tension she was holding in her body. As soon as the door to the VIP room closed behind us, I pushed her against it, crashing my mouth into hers while my hands pushed and pulled at her clothing. There was something about seeing her in the demon's arms and flirting with Alastor that made my blood boil, and I wanted to show her she was mine. Not that I could ever say it. No strings, right?
That was the stupidest thing I had ever promised. But it was probably the only thing that kept her coming back to my bed. Her fingers tore at my shirt, and we broke apart long enough to remove both of our tops. I squeezed her breasts in my hands, tweaking the nipples with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, and I broke away to feast on her perfect orbs. Her fingers tugged through my hair as she held me against her chest.
"Lex, fuck me," she groaned as I tugged at her skin-tight pants.
Her weapons clanged on the floor as I removed her clothing. I brushed my fingers over her pussy and could feel how ready she was. If I didn't do what she said I knew she would marchout of this room naked and demand that Alastor finish the job, or hell, even that dragon she had with her tonight. I wouldn't let either happen, because I was a greedy son of a bitch, and if I could keep her all to myself, I would.
She found my jeans and released the button and zipper; they slid on their own to just above my ass. My boxer briefs were straining over my cock, ready for her heat. She ignored my jeans and pushed at the band of my underwear, freeing me. Her fingers curled around my length. She stepped out of her leather pants and lifted one leg up to wrap around me, urging me closer to her core. I dragged my mouth along her skin and thrust into her. Her head fell back as she cried out.
It was like coming home, entering her. A part of myself that was missing clicked into place. My soul knew hers. I felt whole. The part of me that ached when she wasn't around was soothed. It was stupid to fall for the girl that didn't want strings, but I had.
"Harder, Lex," she moaned.
"Anything for you," I mumbled into her skin as I slammed into her. My balls tightened, and I pounded even harder into her, shoving her against the door with each stroke.
"Yes," she cried. As she clenched around me, my seed spilled. I pulsed into her repeatedly as we both rode that wave of pleasure. She dropped her leg, and I stepped back, slipping from her warmth, shoving myself back into my boxers and securing my jeans like she expected. She dressed quickly and then pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Thanks."
Then she slipped out the door without a backward glance, and I was pretty sure my heart dropped into my stomach. I drove my fingers through my hair and swore. What the fuck was I doing? There was no future in this. My fist connected with the closed door, and a crack splintered the wood. She was tearing me apart.
Fake it, I berated myself as I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath before heading back out into the club.
A perfected smile spread across my face that would fool most people. If fucking Alastor wasn't here, not a single soul under this roof could guess the turmoil I had locked inside. He rode my heels back to the bar.
Samantha was across the dance floor, acting as if nothing just happened between us. It burned a hole in me.
"I thought I told you to leave." I threw the words over my shoulder as I made a drink for a pixie down the counter. I was half tempted to down it myself.
"I've never been very good at following orders," he said.
The smirk on this face reminded me of that fact. Yeah, I knew.
Except it didn't matter to him who was hurt when he didn't, he only cared about himself. Well, that and the elusive search for true love he was on. He was a fool, probably a bigger one than me. True love didn't exist. I would know. The thought tugged my gaze back to Samantha. The dragon she brought with her hovered near as she danced, a scowl on his face.
"What do you want?" I asked, flicking my eyes to Alastor.
"Is it a crime to want to catch up with a friend?"
I slid a glass of liquor down the counter as I made another drink for a different supernatural. "We aren't friends."
"True," he said, dismissing me with his gaze as he looked back at Samantha. His face softened as he watched her. "Tell me about the Goddess."
"Sam?"
When he didn't answer and only watched her with a half smile on his face, I filled a drink and slapped it down in front of him to bring his attention back to me.
"She doesn't do relationships. She isn't your type," I said. The smile slid off of his face as he glanced back at me.
"I understand my father now," he replied.
"Alastor, if you try to kidnap her, I will bring her back."
"Who said anything about kidnapping?"
I rolled my eyes. He wasn't fooling me. If he could read me, I could also read him. The fucker thought he was in love. "I know you."
"Do you think so? Seems to me you think you are too good for us. You left and never looked back. I'm not the person you thought I was."
"You aren't a person at all, asshole." He knew nothing. I couldn't stay in Tartus, under my mom's thumb, it was so stifling. Besides, I had a purpose here, in my club; no one was left out or less, we were all the same.
