Page 10 of Flirting with Death

"Your poultices won't heal me, you know," he said, his red gaze catching me like a fly on a web. I could feel it then, his power leaking from his skin, attempting to draw from me. Trying to lure me in.

"What will heal you?" If it was what I suspected, I wasn't averse, and I was the only one here that could help. It wasn't like my father would step forward and volunteer. I stood tall and loosened my tie, shedding my jacket as well. "Do you need skin-to-skin contact?" I asked. I kept my eyes on him as I unbuttoned my shirt, I wasn't exactly sure what would help, but I'd give him whatever it was. He watched me with a look that was full of hunger. At this point, I was sure any warm body would do for him, and I should have thought of it sooner.

I removed my pants, and my boxers followed them to the floor. I stood naked before him, and he trailed his lustful red orbs over my body, heating my blood in the process. This was for his healing, it had nothing to do with my younger urges that I'd buried when he left. Yet, my cock twitched to life between my legs as blood filled it, hardening it and making me feel heavy. It was wrong to feel lust while he lay before me injured. My body didn't care though, and maybe the part of me that was more like my father enjoyed it.

He moved faster than I expected for someone that just collapsed, his claws trailed down my cock, threatening enough to have me jumping in his grip. Then his fingers closed around me. He controlled me with that single touch. His fist tightened and stroked just snugly enough to pull me forward to the bed, closing the distance between us. Or maybe that was a lie, and I went willingly.

"I need your pleasure. I'm not strong enough to fuck you to climax, so this will have to do," he said.

His warm mouth wrapped around my head, his sharp teeth grazed my sensitive skin, and my hips bucked forward, sinking deeper between his lips, hitting the back of his throat. I'd be lying again if I didn't admit that I had thought of this more times than I could count. His nails dug into my ass as he pushed me further into his sucking warmth. I ran my hand down his bare chest, seeking him in ways I only dreamed about. As my palm ran over his length, pushing away his sweats in the same move, he angled into my touch with a moan. I could barely concentrate as his teeth sunk into my flesh, pleasure and pain shot straight through me, and I gasped, my fingers closed around him.

My mouth watered, and I leaned over him to flick the tip with my tongue. He arched his hips off the bed as one of his hands pressed against the back of my neck, while the other urged me to straddle his face. Tasting the tang of him as it exploded over my tastebuds, making me groan. His cock sank to the back of my throat, hitting me there and demanding I loosen my muscles and allow him further entry. He didn't let up with his hand as he thrust against the barrier.

My eyes watered, and I couldn't breathe, and still he didn't let up. While it felt like he devoured me, sucking me dry and demanding more, he lapped a long tongue between my legs, circling my softening length as he brought me back to life. Then he shot down my throat, in never-ending ropes of cum. I worked my throat over him, taking everything he had. When he was done, I finally pulled back and took a much-needed breath.

"That was only the beginning," Bellamy said as I rolled off of him. My cock was already heavy again between my legs. He sat up with less difficulty than before, and I watched as he wrapped his long fingers around me. At the base, there were two identical marks where he bit me, but they were partially healed and didn't hurt.

"You marked me," I said.

He ran his tongue over his tooth with a satisfied smile. "I didn't hear you complaining," he said. "My strength is returning, and since I have you here in ways I've thought about, I'll be doing more than marking you."

I didn't answer, I didn't need to. He easily moved above me, hard against my hip as he pressed his lips against mine.

"If that is what would heal you, why didn't you say something before?" I asked.

"I had to be away from death's door to use my abilities to heal myself. Besides, I was too weak to influence anyone," he said. His hand trailed up my chest as he circled his fingers around my neck. He squeezed lightly, cutting off my air for a moment. "But now, I can take what I want, and Alastor, I've wanted you for a very long time."

He acted as if I would fight him, instead, I arched my neck to give him better access. He couldn't kill me. With his free hand, he spread my legs and pulled my legs up, giving him better access between them. Then he leaned back and wrapped his palm around me.

As he stroked me, his finger played at my back door, his gaze fixated on his handy work. When my balls tightened, he was ready, and he cupped my knob, catching my cum as it burst from me for the second time. He used it to lubricate me, working it into me and following with his cock. He pushed his head in, letting me adjust before adding more lubricant. His pace picked up, and his hand circled my throat again, slowly cutting off my air.

He rubbed the extra cum over my skin like it was a lotion. We would both need showers after this. At the moment, though, all I could think about was the pleasure that had my cock hardening between us, as the blood that was meant for my head found an alternative path. Just as my lungs started to burn, he released my neck, and I filled my lungs with two deep gasps that were half moans before he tightened his hold again. Fire burned from the depths of his eyes as he took his fill of my pleasure. He knew exactly what to do to maximize it.

When I felt him pulse within me, my body followed, and my cock exploded between us. His fingers loosened around my neck, and I dragged a breath in that was full of our mingled scents. Bellamy pulled out, collapsing next to me, his tail circling my thigh as if he was keeping me within reach.

"Does this mean we can be friends again?" I asked as I rolled my head lazily in his direction. He turned his head and studied my face, but something had shuttered inside of his eyes, locking me out. My stomach dropped as his tail let go, and he sat up. I knew what he was going to say before he said it, and I couldn't say that I didn't deserve it.

"Friends? I don't think you know the meaning of the word. I needed to heal, Alastor. All you were was a meal to heal me. A means to an end. You should be familiar with that, though," he said. He pulled off the gauze I had just applied, and my gaze dropped to his wound. The skin had closed, leaving a thin scar where the blade exited, other than that it looked better. Even the skin was blue again. "You use people all the time. Bringing me back was probably a ploy to get into the hunter's good graces. But news flash, she doesn't care about me."

"You didn't see her fall apart when you fell through the portal, and she thought you were dead," I said. I watched him as he climbed from the bed, he didn't even toss me a single look as he snagged his folded clothing from the chair. His sweats were back in place around his hips, and he tugged a clean shirt over his chest. "Are we going to act like nothing happened?"

He laughed but still didn't look at me. "Alastor, having you beneath me, controlling your very breaths, it was exactly what I needed. I'm an incubus, I won't survive without the nourishment of others' pleasure. It wasn't like I had any other choice. I either took what you offered or I lay in that bed dying for a few more weeks as I gained my strength."

"I see." They were the only words I could force through my slowly closing throat. And I did see. He thought I had used him before, and he was repaying the favor. It was nothing less than what I deserved.

"The ironic part of all of this is I went to the mortal world looking for a way to die, and I found a reason to live. In the same body as your soul mate. I have plans for her. Lex and I do. I suppose somewhere down the line you'll be added to the mix, along with her dragon, if she forgives him. But until then, keep your distance."

“Why did you mark me, Bellamy?” I forced the question out, needing to know the answer if he didn’t actually want me, why would he do that?

He flicked his tongue over his teeth, finally bringing his gaze back to me. “I couldn’t help myself, owning the son of Hades is too good to pass up. Don’t you think?”

CHAPTER 7

Lex

She made me wait, and my annoyance grew the longer she didn't come. This was why I avoided my home, my mother played games. The door swung open, and I stood. As soon as she came into view, I said, "Ask the Fates what they know about Apollo's muse."

My mom straightened to her full height, her shadows billowed around her feet as she stepped forward, a tendril reached out across the space and caressed my face.

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