Page 64 of Flirting with Death

"Okay, Rai, I need the bathroom and a good shower," Sam said as she leaned back from him as far as she could.

He went to move with her again, and she laughed, pressing him back into the couch.

"You are not the only guy here," she said. The smile with her words took the bite out, but his arms stiffened around her like bands as his brow crinkled.

"I can't."

"You can't what?" She stilled, finally sensing what we did.

"My dragon won't let me. It is the same feeling I get when he demands a trinket or treasure I find."

"He has officially claimed her and sees us as competition to your claim," Bellamy said, his voice was completely unbothered and relaxed as he lounged in the plush armchair. Of course, he would be unruffled. He'd had his tension worked out of him.

"Just give it a little longer," Lex replied. He moved to his fridge and pulled out a can of soda before looking over his shoulder at us. "Want one?"

I watched him as he reached in and grabbed three more, like a dangerous dragon in his apartment was normal for him, and he wasn't as hard as I still was. The popping of tabs as the others opened their drinks filled the space, and I shifted on my heels. A flower sprouted up next to Lex's cactus, and I angled my body in front of it to block it from the rest of them.

Bellamy rolled his head in my direction as I moved, his eyes locked on me. "Could you block your thoughts? Or do you not care that you are sending me your mental continuous objections about this situation?"

"Sorry," I replied. I wasn't sorry one bit, and the fact that the corner of his mouth tilted in a half smile told me he knew that.

"Rai, I'm yours, babe. But I'm also theirs. Kindly tell your dragon that," Sam said.

Her hands framed his face, and we all waited for his dragon to refuse. Scales rippled over his skin as a puff of smoke swirled between them, and she lifted her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side.

A squeal tumbled from her lips as he lifted her and moved into the bathroom, sealing us off from them. Then the unmistakable sounds of rough fucking reached us. Guess that was the dragon's answer. It sounded as if they would destroy the entire room. He had her screaming in pleasure, most likely urging her louder to punish us in seconds.

"That went well," Bellamy said. Lex chuckled and dropped to the couch. Both of them looked over at me as I sank into the opposite end of the sofa.

Stretching out my slacks, I gave my growingly painful cock a little space. I was going to blow just from my imagination conjuring images of them in there, most likely beneath the spray of the walk-in shower if we could use the water sound as a clue.

Bellamy clicked his tongue, and I lifted my head to look at him. His gaze went between Lex and me as he slid his tongue over one of his fangs. The thoughts were clearly on his face, even though he didn't say them. My throat worked in a dry swallow as the rushing of my blood in my ears made everything else seem to drown out. Neither of them actually liked me, not really.

But I had taken full control of Lex, and we still hadn't talked about what it changed between us. We were at his home now. That had to change the dynamic a bit.

"Looks like you both need something," Bellamy said, his attention darted from Lex’s jeans to my slacks. "I want Lex to fuck you, Alastor, but I want to control the pleasure."

He shifted in his chair, the scent of hot cocoa filling the space. He flicked his glowing blood-red eyes to the closed bathroom door and grinned.

"They will be awhile," he said, reading my mind. "Let me help."

A single breath in was all it took for our clothing to vanish, leaving both of us completely naked under Bellamy's attention. He inhaled, his canines poking out and resting over his lower lip.

"Lex, show Alastor what it feels like to lose that control he loves," Bellamy ordered, and Lex shifted to face me.

Anticipation had my cock bobbing between my legs as more blood, if that was possible, flooded the appendage. He crawled toward me, pausing an inch from my lips.

"This changes things," he whispered, then he pressed his lips to mine. Pressure built in my chest as our lips slid against each other as if they were made of silk. His beard rubbed along my chin, and I allowed him to deepen the kiss as he tilted my head up to his.

He was right. This felt different. Maybe he didn't hate me. Maybe there was a thin line between love and hate, because this single kiss felt like that. A tightrope between us, and if we fell off the wrong side, we'd end up in hate instead of love.

When his fingers wrapped around my length, I groaned into his mouth. Then he stroked me, squeezing slightly, his palm running over my knob. It brought back the memory of making him submit to me, and Bellamy's chuckle met my ears as he picked the thought out of my head.

"Show him what it felt like last time, Lex," Bellamy ordered.

His voice was closer now, and I blinked up at him as Lex pulled back. He threaded his fingers into my hair, his nails grazing my scalp, as he tilted my head back. He kissed me, but he laced it with retribution. His teeth nipped at my lower lip, and I tasted blood. He groaned against my mouth, his tongue dipping to sample the coppery tang of it.

Lex stroked me. I could feel his breath against my skin, maybe the soft touch of his tongue, but it was teasing instead of satisfying. Then, as if they planned it, Bellamy took my mouth, dominating me with a kiss, while Lex sucked me into the warmth of his. It wouldn't take much to reach my climax, but the demon bent on punishing me knew that, and the second I got too close, all of this would stop.

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