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I'd never reached orgasm from touch alone, but when Samantha was pushed over the ledge for a second time, I couldn't help it as my dick pulsed with the release.

"Oh Gods," Samantha said, clinging to Alastor.

"Technically, only one God," I murmured. She laughed, meeting my gaze with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, that is, if you aren't counting Lex, and he is still part God, right?" she asked with a smirk. Her eyes were on Lex, and she beckoned him with a finger. "Ready?"

"You have to ask?"

We continued like that, Raiden a silent observer to our pleasure until goosebumps covered her skin, and she shivered with cold instead of desire. Then her dragon stepped forward, ordering us all inside.

CHAPTER 21

Alastor

We were in our own world over the next few days. Search for the jewel during the day in the haystack of treasure and find pleasure at night. Her friend always found an excuse to leave us early, and I would not complain. I suspected she knew what she was doing.

Bellamy held me at a distance, still snapping at me for the slightest thing. It was getting old unless we were feeding him with our enjoyment of each other, and I couldn't take much more of feeling this connection to him, yet being rejected.

It was a rare moment alone with him that made me snap. The others had left to get lunch after a long morning of searching. It was feeling useless.

He lounged in the golden throne, his leg thrown over the side, hooded eyes watching me and an indifferent light shining from their depths.

"What?" I asked, dropping the necklace I had just examined. I avoided looking directly at him, but I could feel his keen attention on each of my movements. He was so hot and cold, and I was not going to just roll over and take it any longer.

He shrugged but said nothing. I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye and turned toward him.

"No one is here, just let it out, Bellamy. Say what has been festering in you for the last few years."

"Why, Alastor?" He leaned forward, his bright eyes on mine. "Why didn't you find out why I left?"

"I will not beg for someone to stay in my life that didn't want to be there," I said as raw emotion spilled from me.

I pushed away my memories of his disappearance from years ago. It was so like Lex leaving, and I couldn't do it again. Facing his rejection face to face would have killed me. I heard of his escapades over the years. My heart hardened at who he had become, a fuck boy Prince, who had forgotten all about his friendship. Funny how he had been so annoying at first, clinging to me, so much so that he became a part of my very soul. He might not be my soulmate, but he had always held a part of my heart.

Until he crushed it.

"Didn't want to be there?" he scoffed, a sneer lifting the side of his mouth. "It is so funny that you blame everyone for your pain but the father that creates it."

"What does my dad have to do with you leaving?" I straightened, feeling like my spine was made of steel.

"Everything," he said, throwing his arms wide, pain lacing his words as he added, "He threatened the horde, Alastor. If I didn't break off our friendship, he said he would kill them all. And he could do it. I know because I resisted at first."

"He wouldn't—" I said. My brow furrowed in confusion. I knew my dad was ruthless and would do or say what he needed to get what he wanted, but why would he want Bellamy to leave?

"No?" Bellamy stood and strolled to me, almost as if he were the hunter and I were the prey. "Do you remember back then? When no matter how many souls the demons gained, they couldn't procreate? They couldn't create their families no matter how hard they tried. Then when I listened and gave in to the demands, it was as if magic fell over them and so many demons were created."

I stepped back, shaking my head. But Bellamy didn't stop advancing. A claw-tipped finger ran down the front of my shirt, and I could feel the strength of his pull, the incubus power leaking out recklessly.

"Ask him," he said, swiping his tongue along his lower lip. "He will probably gloat about it."

"You should have come to me," I said.

"Yeah? And what would you have done? You are so far under your father's thumb, he controls you like a fucking marionette, making sure you head down the path he wants for you. I bet he knew about Samantha and your future and thought he could prevent it. Let you have her all to yourself. He probably didn't realize that by pushing Lex out of your life it would put him directly in the line for meeting her, by opening that club. Or me, I never would have gone to the mortal world if we had stayed friends."

It hit me with a clarity I couldn't deny. My father had done all of that, but it wasn't for the reasons Bellamy thought. Because his actions had put both of them in Samantha's life, and then he sent me to join them. He had caused me pain so that I could have my future. I felt lightheaded as the breath left me with a gasp of certainty at the full picture. The only piece missing is Raiden. How did the dragon get to the mortal world?

"He forged us in the fire to strengthen us," I whispered. Bellamy paused. He blinked slowly, the seeping of his magic over my skin halted as if it had never been there.

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