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He curled his hand around mine and squeezed, his eyes still shut. "No. I want more than sex."
His words shocked me. I knew he had been feeding me and getting to know me, but I guess I didn't put it together. "What kind of more?"
"Your mind, heart, soul," he whispered as bright blue eyes, like two sparkling sapphires, glimmering in the sun, blinked open so full of emotion it knocked me back a step as it hit me square in the chest. They were so full of emotion it was like having a window directly into his soul. "And then your body."
He wanted to consume me, to have all of me. It should terrify me, as a zip of electricity settled fully into me, I should run fromhim not stand here and wait for it. This man felt with his entire being, and I was positive he loved the same way. It took my breath away as I watched him.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips as my gaze traveled over his three-piece suit. He was so put together; it was almost frightening. As much as I wanted to climb up his body and have my way with him, I wanted to respect his wishes, too. So even though I could see the outline of his impressive length, I turned my attention to the bubbling water.
"Can you handle it from here?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to say something that would push him either way. "I'll be just outside the door if you need anything."
After he crossed the room and the soft click of the door latching closed flowed over to me, I shed the remaining piece of clothing. Then sank into the delicious bathtub. The bubbles and warmth flowed into me as I relaxed. I almost died tonight. The reality of that crashed into me, and my shoulders shook in a silent sob. I had thought I was invincible, the strongest and fastest hunter to be born in thousands of years, but I wasn't. I was weak.
What if it hadn't been Bellamy that had held me in his arms? What if it had been a different incubus? They would have raped me and ensured any demon that wanted a turn had one before they killed me. The difference between him and the others was stark in my mind. I painted him in color while they were all still black and white. Good and evil. I had to face the fact that if he wanted me dead; he had multiple opportunities. The conflicting emotions were almost too much. The single acknowledgment had shattered my entire worldview, where every demon was one step from being evil.
It wasn't true with the Prince of Demons, no matter how much he wore the armor pretending to be evil, I could seethrough it. If I had been wrong about him, what else was I wrong about?
CHAPTER 37
Alastor
Cerberus leanedinto my hand as I absently petted him. The sounds of the softly sloshing water held my full attention. All I could picture was my Goddess's perfect shape, concealed in the high bubbles. I was still hard inside my trousers, and keeping my ass glued to the seat was my only saving factor. If she had acted on the promise I saw in the depths of her eyes, we would both be in that tub right now. I might be a God, but I wanted her, and I've denied myself multiple times.
My fingers slipped beneath my tie, and I loosened it, unbuttoning a few buttons so I didn't feel as if I was choking anymore. Sometimes being the image of my father was exhausting. The gulping of the bath draining told me she finished. The water had probably become tepid with how long she was in there. She swung the door open, towel drying her hair, dressed in the hotel's robe.
"My clothes are ruined. I hope you don't mind I stole the robe." She moved further into the room, and all I could think was that she was completely naked beneath that fabric. A fluffy blanket with arms was the only thing that kept her soft hips from my view.
"I'll have new clothes brought up." As I stood up, her eyes ran over me, and I wondered what she saw. Did she see a God on the edge? Because I was dancing on it. The only real question was which way would I fall. I tugged my fingers through my hair as I picked up the room phone with my other hand. Glancing at her, I asked them to bring up a set of pajamas in her size, and her eyes widened, her mouth making a cute little oh shape.
As soon as I hung up, she spoke. "How did you know my size?"
I lifted my brow, rubbing my hand across my jawline, and settled back in the plush chair. "Nothing magical, I'm afraid. I noticed the tag on your shirt and figured that would be a good size, if not a little baggy."
A surprised-sounding laugh came from her, and I wanted to make her laugh some more. It was warmth and sunshine in my world that had seen little of either. Not that I hadn't felt warmth from my mother and father. I had, but this was different. This didn't hold the weight of expectation, of rules to follow, it was free.
"I thought you were some expert at knowing sizes just by looking at a person," she said with another laugh. "Or it was a special 'God knows everything' power."
I scoffed. "I think the only one that would try to pass themselves off as knowing everything would be Zeus. He would love that power over mankind, to make them think he knew all the thoughts of every single mortal. Honestly, that power would be exhausting, especially with all the mundane ideas people have each day. I don't think I'd even want to read minds."
"So check on the 'does not read minds' box." She acted like she was checking a box as she sank onto the sofa closest to me. She reached out and ran her fingers through Cerberus's fur, and he angled closer to her. One of his heads had its tongue hangingout in a look of pure happiness. It was exactly how I would feel with her hands on me.
"I can't do much in the means of power," I admitted, just to see her response.
"No? What can you do?" She leaned forward, the robe falling open a little, giving me a peek at what I had denied myself.
Yanking my gaze back to hers, I met her knowing stare. Had she done that on purpose? "Flowers," I said, trying to shake the haze of lust from my head that had settled over me. "I make flowers grow, like my mother. I can bring life to things on the brink of death."
"Like me? I was almost dead, wasn't I?" I wanted to lie to her and tell her it was only a flesh wound. It felt like I was crushing something inside her by admitting that if Bellamy had hesitated and not brought her here, she would be in the Underworld by now receiving her judgment. "Just tell me, rip the Band-Aid off."
I swallowed and focused on the fake fireplace in front of me. "You were moments away," I whispered.
She was on her knees at my feet in the blink of an eye. Her small hands rested on my thighs, and the touch burned through my veins. "You saved me."
"No, Bellamy did, you know that already," I replied.
"Both of you saved me. You could have refused to help." Her fingers tightened on my leg as it hit her.
My fingers smoothed her wet hair back before gliding over her soft cheek. "No, I couldn't have."
