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While still seated deep inside of me, he rolled us over. Holding himself above me, he thrust into me, his pace frantic and seeking. Pinning me in his gaze the entire time, when my eyes dropped shut, his hand was immediately on my jaw, commanding me to open them.
It was like he was joining our very souls. Something inside of me tugged toward him, as if he was absorbing part of my essence and giving me part of his. Obviously, it was all in my head,because although he had a mythical cock the size of legends, he was very human. It was enough to send me into another climax, with him right behind me as if he was only waiting for me to lead the way.
We collapsed together in a heap of sweaty body parts. He dropped a soft kiss that was nothing like his lovemaking on my lips and then dropped next to me.
"That was—" I started. Did I have words?
"The best you've ever had?" he asked, finishing my sentence, already acting like the Raiden I knew and not the dom he became with sex. I liked both versions.
"If I say no, can we do it all over again?"
He chuckled and moved only his head to look at me. "You're insatiable."
"Maybe just a tiny bit," I said, holding my fingers a small distance apart.
CHAPTER 33
Alastor
There wassomething tantalizing about the incubus. It was his natural draw, the snare that he unconsciously put out. I studied him as I pretended to work. My father had sent me to collect the Prince, as a favor to the King. But I was sure there was more to it than that. First, my father gave the horde all of those souls so that they could procreate, and now he was assisting the Demon King with something so mundane as bringing his spare home.
There had to be a catch, something in it for the King of the Underworld. Some favor he planned to cash in on, eventually. But if there was one thing about Hades, it was that he played the long game. He didn't get caught in the small things in his drive to his end goal. In that way, I was just like him. I saw the path to Samantha's heart, and I would take it, one step at a time, even if the universe could fall down around me as I did. There were no pit stops, no distractions, like my old friend currently sprawled out on the couch across from me.
So even if he was tempting, I pushed the thought aside. I had never given in to him in the past, and I wouldn't start now. Not with my love hanging in the balance.
"See something you like?" Bellamy asked, lifting a sardonic eyebrow my way. His tail tapped the side of the sofa as he angled his eyes up to mine.
How did he do that? He hadn't even been looking at me to know I was studying him.
"It's okay," he said with a shrug. "I have that effect on people."
He continued to use the knife to clean beneath his long nails as I stopped pretending not to look at him. I openly watched him as he ignored me. I didn't have many regrets, but the way our friendship ended was one of them.
"Why did you stop talking to me?" I asked as the silence stretched between us.
"I'm not getting all emotional and sappy with you. I'm only here because I don't want to sleep on the street."
I rolled my lips between my teeth and tried to focus back on my laptop. If he didn't want to talk it out, who was I to force him?
"But now that you brought it up," he said, swinging to a sitting position on the couch and pinning me in his gaze. "Why didn't you come find me? Why didn't you care enough to ask that question back then?"
Anger simmered in his glowing red orbs as he flayed me alive.
"It was better that way," I replied, keeping my tone level, detached, unemotional. The laptop snicked closed and went flying across the room, crashing against the far wall before I had even blinked. Bellamy was in my face, his crimson eyes burning with hatred for me. I held my hand up to placate Cerberus before he could get involved. He settled his heads back onto his paws as he watched me for any sign I wanted his help.
"It was better that way," he snarled my words back at me. "For you. And your prick of a father. You could dispose of ourfriendship with no work on your part. Of course, you preferred that to the alternative."
"You're right," I admitted. The words held no emotion. I couldn't show him any, not with my father's orders still ringing in my head. "Who would want asparehanging around?" I knew the phrasing was cruel, yet I couldn't stop the horrid syllables from exiting my mouth as soon as I put them together.
He sucked in a breath and rocked back on his heels. "Spare?" he spat. "I guess your father didn't have the foresight to realize that when Tristan never returned, it would be my place to rule the Horde."
The sneer that lifted his lips, pulling his dark blue lips over his sharp teeth, held all the resentment I knew he had for me. I didn't placate him or make things better, because there was no future friendship for either of us. Too much damage had been done, and my father would never truly allow it.
"You are such a coward, Alastor, completely under your father's thumb. What will you do when he commands you not to see your Samantha? Because although she is a descendant of a Goddess, she is not even a demigod, she is so far removed. We both know what a stickler of the rules he is, not that he follows them himself." He backed up, letting me breathe again, as he punched me repeatedly with his words.
"I will do anything for love, Bellamy," I whispered.
"Yeah? Well then, I guess that tells me where I stood," he snarled.
