Page 24 of Flirting with Death

"Sleep might come easier if I spent some of this energy." My tongue circled his nipple before I blew a light breath over it and flicked it again.

His grip tightened, and he threaded his fingers into my hair, holding my mouth to him. "I haven't been honest," he gasped. I lifted my head to look at him in question. "To heal Bellamy, we—" His cheeks pinked, but he didn't look away.

"You?" I was pretty sure what he was getting at, but I kind of adored the blush on his cheekbones.

He licked his lips. "We had sex."

An involuntary smile ghosted over my face as I watched him. "If you think that I'm going to be all judgmental and upset that you had sex with someone else while I'm doing the same thing, you don't need to worry. Besides, it is kinda a hot image, I might add to my imagination for later use." I wiggled my eyebrows at him suggestively. He chuckled and shook his head.

"It was a one-time thing," he added.

"Was it?" Something in his tone told me he would jump at another opportunity. He needed to be honest with himself, because I was sure he believed his own lie. My nails scraped down his abs and along the waistband of his boxers. "Tell me what you did?"

"He sucked—" As my fingers wrapped around him through the fabric, his breath hitched, and he arched into my touch. His length was impressive, even without seeing it.

"Your cock?" I pushed the material down over his hips and moved the blanket away. "Like this?" My tongue darted out to catch the drop of pre-cum that had formed on his knob. He jumped beneath me, but I was just starting.

I circled his cock and sunk my mouth over his hot and hard length. The salty tang of his excitement coated my throat, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as I pulled back, allowing him to pop from my mouth with an audible sound. My palm stroked him as I met his gaze.

"You stopped talking," I teased. His eyes blazed with an unnatural light in the room's semidarkness.

"Come here," he ordered, swiping his tongue out along his bottom lip.

His fingers used his grip in my hair to tug me up. Desire pooled between my thighs, and I had to hold back a moan. Our lips melded together as if he was made for me. As we devoured each other, I swung my leg over him to straddle him. His cock brushed against my shorts right where I needed him most, and I rubbed against him. He clamped his hand onto my ass and urged me to keep moving. The stubble on his chin rubbed against my skin, making it sensitive as we kissed.

When his fingers slipped beneath my shorts and to the apex of my thighs, I shifted so he would have easy access to where I wanted his touch. We were beyond words as we panted, moaned, and groaned against each other. My lips felt swollen beneath the onslaught of attention, but I craved even more. Still, I broke the kiss, shedding my shirt and shorts in quick succession before we were touching skin to skin.

I lined him up and impaled myself on his cock. He filled me completely. I sat up, sinking even lower on him, then I rode him like I was a cowgirl. Love shined from his eyes as his hands ran over every inch of me. He worshiped my body with his reverent touches, memorizing each curve to his memory.

He sat up, his arms coming around me as I bounced on him, taking pleasure while giving it. His head buried into my neck, as he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses against my skin between his moans of pleasure. A light sheen of sweat coated my skin, making me glide against him, and adding sensual shockwaves from my hard nipples down to my core. He held me tight as I shattered. I floated among the stars, almost becoming them the same way Orion had. His touch pulled me back.

Alastor draped me over his chest, both of us sated. His soft fingers created a pathway as he moved them slowly along my spine. We were still linked, and I gingerly slid off of him and cuddled into his side. My eyelids felt heavy as they closed. I knew sex was the solution.

"I love you," I heard him whisper as I drifted away on the stream of dreams.

CHAPTER 15

Samantha

Stretching out my limbs, I felt every inch of Alastor still laying next to me. I blinked up at him as a soft smile spread across his face.

"You snore," he said.

"Deal breaker?" I asked, my voice still full of sleep.

He chuckled. "There isn't a single thing you could do to scare me away. You are my Goddess, and I will worship every strange habit you might have."

"I have some strange ones. You might change your mind." I pushed up, the covers pooling around my waist. "What time is it?"

"Just after nine."

Shock had me leaping from the bed like it was on fire. I yanked on my clothes with lightning speed as he watched me. "What are you doing? We have to go. We wasted a whole day."

"The others are out searching. They left a few hours ago," he said, propping his hands behind his head.

"And you let me sleep?" I almost screeched. "What if they get hurt or kidnapped or—"

He was out of the bed in the blink of an eye, his hands gripping my flailing ones. "Shh, trust your friends and mates. They are stronger than you think. You don't need to protect any of us." He ran his fingers down the side of my face, brushing stray hairs behind my ear. "Breathe, Samantha."

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