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"Danger has found me," he said. "Did you like what you witnessed, my little voyeur?"
The words were stuck in my throat as I stared at him wordlessly, and the girl pushed past me in a huff. Neither of us paid her any heed as she disappeared. Something strange was happening to my stomach, and it flipped over as he stepped closer. I felt like I was in some kind of lusty haze, so much so, I allowed him to reach up and brush my hair from my face. My breath caught in my lungs as he trailed his hand down the side of my neck and lightly over the swell of my breasts. My whole body lit up beneath his touch, and I was sure I'd sell my soul to him if he would continue to touch me.
"Cat got your tongue? No matter, I don't need you to speak to feed," he whispered, making the words sound like a lover's caress.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew that my reaction was wrong, that it wasn't actually me. But still, I leaned into his body, like a magnet drawn to metal, unable and unwilling to fight the pull.
He leaned forward and ran his nose along my neck like he did in the club. Only this time, open-mouthed passionate kisses followed in its wake, spreading little wildfires through my veins. He stroked my lust into a blazing fire between us, making me seek the friction my core was craving. I pressed against his thigh and rubbed myself against him. A moan fell from his lips, and his teeth graze my skin sending shocks of pleasure straight through me. His hand came up and wrapped around my neck, adding a little pressure, only slightly cutting off my air.
"Your energy is so bright, pure," he groaned. "I could live off of you. Lock you up and only need you as sustenance for the rest of my life. Would you let me, love?"
Alarm bells went off, and I pushed them away. I wanted whatever he was going to give me. I hummed my agreement as his fingers brushed the bare skin between my shirt and pants.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" a voice demanded, yanking me out of my desire and filling me with a sort of horror as I realized I was almost begging a demon to fuck me. Still, I throbbed between my legs as he jerked back, his eyes focused on whoever interrupted us.
"Feeding, bugger off," he said with a wave of his hand.
"Get away from her." The threat was obvious in the tone of voice. It was a tone I knew and loved at one point. I slowly shifted away from Bellamy, my body still screaming for release. Raiden stood at the opening of the alley, looking like an avenging angel with the streetlight cast behind him. I could almost picture wings on him.
"Raiden," I gasped. He was going to get himself killed. Terror replaced the desire, and I rushed for him. I had to get him awayfrom here. Avoiding looking back at the demon prince, I pushed at Raiden's chest to get him to move. A stone wall would be easier to move, as all of his attention focused behind me. "Come on, let's go."
CHAPTER 3
Raiden
My heart triedto claw its way out of my chest as soon as I saw Samantha in his arms. My Sammy, in the fucking arms of a demon. I thought the demigod was bad, but I'd take that knowledge over a demon. Usually I had my dragon under control, but at that very moment, it wanted free. It wanted to teach this demon why they never messed with dragon-kin and what belonged to them.
I snapped my gaze to Samantha as she pushed at my chest. Her face was frantic as she tried to save me, or at least that was what she probably assumed she was doing. The demon grinned at me over her shoulder, and a low growl erupted from my chest with a puff of smoke out of my nose. I could smell the stink of royalty on him. This was the demon prince. And not only was he causing chaos, no one mentioned he was also an incubus.
"Rai—" she said as she shoved at me.
"Stay away from her," I growled as I pointed at the demon, already angling away from him. The rolling heat in my belly made me want to launch myself at him to make sure that he never went near her again.
"Or you'll what?" the demon laughed. Completely unafraid of me, he waved me away like I was nothing more than a buzzing fly.
He should be afraid because if he touched one more part of Samantha's body, I would separate his hands from his body one finger at a fucking time. I would start a war with my actions, but I wouldn't give a shit. Dragons were hoarders and that included anything they found valuable. They tucked away their treasures for only their eyes. It took so much restraint not to toss Sam over my shoulder and lock her up in the safety of my room.
"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," I replied. Then I allowed Samantha to tug me away from him. "What were you doing?"
She ducked her head and hid her face in a sheet of her white-blonde hair, remaining silent as our legs ate up the sidewalk between the alley and her dorm room. Even in the darkness, it shined like moonlight, or like the stars that held Orion's spirit. This girl had always been my kryptonite, the one girl I couldn't have, and the only one I could even think about when I touched myself or was rarely with other women. I hadn't always lusted after my best friend's little sister. It all started after she came back from her training when she was eighteen. She had blossomed into a woman overnight, and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her, wondering how I had never noticed before.
"Well?" I pressed.
"I was releasing some tension," she mumbled, rubbing at the back of her neck.
"Do we need to revisit our conversation? I know some guys—"
"Oh god, no," she said, burying her face in her hands before pushing her hair away from her face and meeting my gaze. "I don't know what happened."
The defeat in her voice had my heart thumping inside my chest painfully. I wanted to ease her embarrassment and horror. "He's an incubus. It isn't your fault."
"How would you even know that?" she asked.
I swallowed. It wasn't like I could tell her I was a dragon shifter. She might kill me on the spot for being a type of demon, at least a monster from Tartus. "Your brother has taught me some stuff." I shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. The longer we chose not to tell Samantha about me being a dragon-kin, the harder it got. It would almost be a relief for her know, no matter the consequences.
"He should leave you out of it, you're mortal," she grumbled.
The words would sting if I was actually human and wasn't the one that taught Ty everything I knew. He wasn't a hunter like her, but he had skills that could get him out of situations if needed, and he knew what I was. Handy with fire fighting since fire didn't do a thing to me. I could go into even the worst blazes to save people.
