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"Why aren't you fighting back?" she asked confusion coloring her face.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter," I replied. Well, I was a fighter too, but I didn't want to fight this.
"You're insane," she said. “I know you killed a girl.”
A gasp parted her lips as I brushed my errant tail over the swell of her ass. The dagger fell away from my skin enough for me to feel the sting of the air as my blood beaded at the cut. It only lasted a moment before my skin healed itself.
"I am, and I haven’t killed anyone," I said as I flipped our positions and pressed her against the brick wall of the building. I pressed my hips into her softness, wanting her to be aware of what her actions had done to me. Probably not the reaction she was looking for. Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to her tense jaw. If I could, I would take my time with her, show her the pleasure I could invoke. But that wasn't my purpose. "Love, you are tantalizing to my senses. I just want a taste."
My tastebuds exploded as I dragged my tongue along the side of her neck. This woman in my arms was a sexual being, a match for my needs. Her skin bled with her desire in the same way mine craved to feel it given to me. It made my head spin, as I was lost once again in the scent of blueberries and vanilla that must be her body wash. But what really made me dizzy was the rising lust in her. The meal she was tempting my incubus with was almost too much to resist.
The dagger clattered to the floor as her hands came up to my chest. I expected her to shove me away, but her fingers curled over my skin. Lifting my head, I met her green gaze, the silent pleading in their depths for me to take from her sent me crashing into the need to have her. Slanting my lips over hers, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She met me in a frantic battle for control. There was no real mastery in desire, not once you were at this point.
This hunter was the first woman I hadn't needed to use my powers on to get to this point. She wanted me as Iwas. Something in her craved the demon in me. It made my movements feverish as I pressed into her, needing to get closer. She responded by threading her fingers through my hair, devouring me with her mouth. Soft moans were mixing in the air, and I wasn't sure who they came from. Her hands reached my horns, and she wrapped her hands around them, the tips of her fingers exploring the ridges up to the points.
My tail snaked around her waist, tugging her even nearer, as I ran my palms over her exposed stomach, pushing the top over her perfect mounds and exposing her flesh to the cool air. I could feel her nipples brush my chest as I explored. My cock jumped in my pants, ready to be free as well.
A throat cleared behind us, followed by three low growls. Breathing hard, I took in the hunter's swollen lips and desire filled eyes. I locked the image away for later, if there was a later. Then I turned toward Alastor and his beast.
"You're interrupting," I scowled.
"Evidently, but I'm sure that Samantha would kill you if she was in the right frame of mind," Alastor replied dryly.
I wanted to scream 'That is the point!' Instead, I pasted on the smirk that was expected of the fuck boy prince of demons I was.
"She didn't seem to mind," I murmured as I glanced back at the hunter, Samantha. She had gained her senses and held her dagger again. Her shirt was sadly back in place, but the flush to her cheeks and the red puffy lips told the story better than I could. She wanted me.
Before I could blink, our positions were swapped, and she pressed the dagger to the center of my chest. With a gasp, I pressed forward into the tip, drawing my blood on the tip.
"Do it, hunter," I whispered. Something flickered in the depths of her eyes, and I spun her around, slamming her into the brick wall. "Too slow," I sneered.
"Bellamy, stop playing with the girl, you need to go home," Alastor said.
"I'm not usually one to play with my food, but there is something about you," I said to her as I lowered my face to the crook of her neck again. Pressing a soft kiss to the flesh beneath my mouth, I pulled away. I guess I wasn't getting either thing I wanted tonight. Not with Alastor, the God of boredom, arriving. Pushing away from her, I stepped back, not taking my eyes off her. I said, "I'm not going back. You'll have to kill me."
CHAPTER 9
Samantha
Shit.
What the fuck had I been thinking?
Not once, but three times I'd given into the demon's temptations. The small confines of my dorm room could barely contain my pacing as I wore a hole in the floor. What would have happened if Alastor hadn't shown up? My fingers got stuck in my tangled hair as I tugged them through the strands. At least it wasn't Raiden that found me. I would never live that down.
It was just past two in the morning, I could leave and go back to Lex. Two times in one night would be out of the normal for us, but he was clear about the no strings. Would he know why I was there? Would he care? I wasn't using him any more than I had in the past, right? I still needed to ask him to help me hunt the demon because apparently I wanted to strip off my clothing the second he was near.
Mind made up, I snagged my light jacket off of the desk chair and scooped up my keys as I headed toward the door. I didn't fear the night, even with the possibility of running into the demon; maybe a part of me hoped for that scenario. Besides a group of drunk coeds, the campus was silent, and my thoughtswent back to the prince. He had wanted to share me with that vampire, and still I was like fucking putty in his hands. That was dangerous, he could kill me like that, and he could have done so tonight.
Maybe I needed Raiden with me, even if it was only to stop that reaction. Sure, my awareness of my brother's best friend was at record highs, but I could deal with it until I finished this mission, and then we could go back to normal. Falling into a light jog once I entered the industrial area, my legs ate up the distance in a couple of minutes. The banging of the door as my fist hit the surface echoed in the club beyond the metal.
In a few minutes, the door swung wide, and Lex stood on the other side, black silk pajama bottoms slung low on his hips. Damn, he was hot. How did I get so lucky? The light dusting of hair that led beneath his clothing made my mouth water. Water dripped from his hair, and I noticed a towel in his hand. He had been showering. The muscles across his chest flexed as he silently held open the door, no questions asked.
We were in each other's arms in seconds. I wasn't even sure we locked the door behind us. At some point, we ended up in his bed. We discarded our clothing across the club as we made our way here, at least mine was. But I didn't care. I collapsed back on his bed, my eyes closing with exhaustion. Finally.
Sleep claimed me, and I gave in to the darkness. I was vaguely aware of Lex pulling me into his warmth as I drifted away. The heaviness of a blanket followed the sensation. But that was all I remembered until I was being blinded by the light coming in his floor to ceiling windows that faced east. Stretching, it reminded me of all the positions we had been in the night before. The bed was empty and cold on Lex's side of the bed. Crap. It was certainly morning, and I was still very firmly in his bed. This was against our rules, at least the ones I followed.
One, don't get attached. Two, never, ever, fall asleep. Three, leave the bed before he did.
