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The tip of his tail ran along the seam of my jeans, and it was my turn to moan. New fantasy unlocked. What would that feel like?
"Lookie what I found," a voice from behind me crowed. "The hunter, so far gone for our prince, she wouldn't be hard to kill."
I knew that should make me back up and turn toward the demon that uttered the words. It should make danger pulse through me, but it didn't. It was Bellamy that twisted from under me, making it clear he was only against the brick wall because he wanted to be there, not because I was actually strong enough to keep him contained.
"What a kind gift you've brought us, Prince Bellamy," another said as I panted like a dog in heat behind him.
"Can we have our fun with her first? I've never fucked a hunter before," the third said.
A niggling of something attempted to break free, but my body had other ideas as I molded myself to Bellamy's back and ran my fingers over his stomach. His hand landed over mine and held me still. I pouted as I attempted to break his hold.
"She isn't a gift for you," he said.
"No?" The first canted his head to the side. "I think my friends and I will make that decision, Spare."
"You'll have to go through me," he growled. The sound sent moisture pooling between my legs. I knew I should be concerned, but it was like something was blocking my genuine feelings.
"Oh, no worries, we have more friends," the leader said.
A sharp whistle rent the air and pierced my ears. Then a horde of demons came into the street. Some from rooftops, some from the dark alleyways, they just appeared. More demons than I had ever seen in one place in my entire life, and all I had for protection was a Demon Prince that should be on their side. My body betrayed me as I mewled helplessly against him. I thought I was insatiable earlier, but now it was different. It was clearly magic controlling me.
"Very well, but I am going to have her first." Bellamy twisted in my arms and backed me against the wall. "Stay right here, love, nod if you understand. I'll be right back," he whispered against my neck.
Some sense of danger seeped through the haze of lust that had taken hold of me, and I nodded once. I leaned into the wall like I could become one with it. I didn't trust myself not to throw myself at him again if I moved. And he had commanded me to stay here, so I would.
He was brutal in the way he fought. He didn't bother with a weapon, his nails and strength were enough to tear through them. Bodies littered the ground. Some demons were clearly inpain, while others lay motionless. As he cut a path through them, he transfixed me with his skill. He was his own army.
It was intoxicating in a way that differed from the artificial lust that pulsed through me. He was more than my match. From the start, he had been toying with me. He could have killed me if he wanted. What did that mean?
My scream sliced through the air as arms yanked me away from the wall. A vampire dug their fingers into my arms as they exposed my neck and tore into my throat. Searing pain tugged me out of the fog and right back into my body. I couldn't reach for my dagger. They pinned my hands against my side. This was how I was going to die.
CHAPTER 35
Bellamy
She waslimp and lifeless in my arms, her throat badly damaged, and I wished I could kill the bastard that did it to her all over again. I didn't know where else to go, so when I entered the hotel lobby with blood still dripping from Samantha's neck. The screams did not shock me, I just ignored them. A professional man attempted to step into my path to the elevator until I leveled my blood-red gaze at him.
A man rushed ahead of me into the elevator and attempted to shut the door as I approached. My foot caught between the doors before he could find success. I kicked it open; luckily, I didn't break it in my determination. He huddled against the wall, hands raised as if I was going to murder him.
"Penthouse," I snarled, looking every bit the monster he thought I was. When he stood motionless, I slowly turned my head toward him. "Now."
The man scrambled to do my bidding, and the last thing I saw before the doors shut were the flashing lights of mortal police. Maybe Lex at the club would have been the better choice, but I knew Alastor could heal her. He brought life to thingson the brink of death, and if the hunter's shallow breaths were anything to go by, she was almost there.
"Bellamy, we should—" Alastor's words cut off the moment he turned toward the elevator. He froze momentarily, his eyes going wide, as Samantha continued to lose her life's blood all over the entryway. "What happened?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion as he crossed the space between us. He snapped out of the shock that had grabbed onto him, coming to life again.
"We don't have time for that. The mortal police are here already, and they will be up here in minutes," I replied. "Fix her."
Cerberus approached the three of us, sniffing the ground where her blood dripped. My legs gave out, and I fell to the floor, with her still cradled against me. Alastor followed. He reached out with his hand, and I saw the telltale light of his magic as it ghosted over her throat. Samantha gasped out a painful sound, followed by a scream that tugged at my cold, black heart. The wound knitted itself closed, the vampire's venom had no chance against a God's power.
She tensed in my arms as his magic flowed through her, checking for other injuries. When she sagged against my chest, breathing slowly, I finally let out the breath I had held.
"She will be okay." Alastor stood up and wiped her blood along his pant leg, his hand still stained red with it. "She needs to rest for a little."
With a nod to let him know I understood, I rose to my feet and moved to the couch. Dropping to the soft surface, I nestled her against my body. She let out a sigh as she seemed to snuggle closer. It calmed me to feel her breath ghost over my chest, and I tightened my hold on her.
Half the police force barged into the apartment a few seconds after we had settled into the sofa. Alastor turned toward the door, fake surprise painted across his face.
"Police, put your hands up!" one of the gun welding officers barked.
