Page 43 of Flirting with Death

"So she could be a demi-god?" She was silent for a long moment, her eyes running down the open page of the book she had in her hands. She chewed on her cheek as she read. I wasn't sure she was going to continue the conversation she had started. "I think I might have an idea to solve this problem of the muse. Tell Sam I'll be back. I have to go back to Fairy for a bit."

She placed the book down on the coffee table and pulled out a tablet. It started to glow and sing the moment she revealed it, and she traced the symbols on the surface, opening a window to the other realm. With a little wave, she stepped through, and it snapped shut behind her. Leaving me alone with Alastor.

He let out a heavy sigh as he tugged his fingers through his hair. Cerberus lifted one of his heads to look up at him, while the other two continued to snore.

"Why have you been pretending the last week?" he asked.

"Would you rather pain and misfortune fall on our heads? My sisters weren't joking when they interfered with my future. If tolerating you will help prevent even a tiny bit of that, I'll do it. My mother said to form my bonds, you are a part of that."

"I'm sure she didn't mean to fake it," he scoffed.

I chuckled. It wasn't a sound of joy; no, it was full of sarcasm. "Oh, you want the truth?" I faced him. "The truth is, your father paved a path of destruction to put the pieces on the board. But you, you let him. You didn't once fight back. Bellamy is right, you are under his thumb and a coward. So I will fake it, maybe for the rest of my life, because letting you in again for real would hurt too much."

"I'm not going anywhere!" He threw up his hands and stepped forward. "I'm fucking here, Lex!"

"You're fucking here? Yeah, but for how long? What if your dad steps in and decides that Sam isn't for you? What if he sends her away the same as he did for Bell and me?" My voice broke, and I hated him for it, that he could still pull emotion from me as if I still loved him.

"You walked away. That isn't all on me. I didn't see you fight for our friendship. You threw in your cards and let it go. So if I'm a coward, then Lex, you are one too." He closed the distance between us. He was seething now, full of the darkness and danger of the Underworld. And fuck me, it was tantalizing.

The blood rushed between my legs, and I stepped back, retreating in the face of my body's reaction.

"Running again, Lexington?" He followed, like a hunter stalking his prey. My cock pressed against my zipper, looking for freedom I wasn't giving it. Not right now, not with him. "Who is scared now?"

"I don't fear you," I ground out.

His eyes dipped to my jeans, and he lifted an eyebrow. "No?"

My back hit the wall, and he boxed me in with his lean body. I could push him back and move away, but I filled each breath with his familiar scent, and it made my feet grow roots as he smoothed his hand over my beard.

"Sam—" I threw up the only wall I had. He had broken down all the others.

"Has made it clear that she is okay with all of us having relationships," he finished my sentence, taking it in the opposite direction and putting holes in my defenses. "Do you think I would betray my love for the pleasure of the flesh? Because I wouldn't. Just as I will never leave her, and in turn, any of the men she surrounds herself with. So, if you are not going anywhere, Lex, you are stuck with me too."

He didn't give me a chance to reply before his lips crashed into mine. Tugging from me lost memories of the need to do this. Of laying awake at night fantasizing about his mouth on mine. They didn't compare to the real thing. Raw and unchecked emotions flew between us. As each of us tried to gain control of the other, because that was what this was about.

His fingers landed on the button of my jeans and didn't hesitate as he popped it open. The slide of the metal teeth of the zipper over my hot flesh, and the touch of his knuckles dragging against my bare skin was enough to make my balls clench.

He fell to his knees in front of me as the fabric of my pants were tugged down my legs. He used them to trap me against the wall. His tongue flicked over the purple head of my dick. Before he pulled me into his warmth, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing around, my tip at the back of his throat.

I tangled my fingers into his perfectly styled hair and thrust my hips forward. I needed deeper. He gagged around me, opening up further, and my head knocked against the wall as I choked him with my cock. His nails dug into my ass, and the breath from his nose as I pulled backward flowed over my damp skin. His teeth grazed my knob, and I cut off his air as I pushed down his throat again. He would be bruised. Good thing Gods healed fast.

I was quickly losing control, as he allowed me to fuck his willing mouth. I wanted to punish him for making me want this. Instead, I shot my cum into the back of his throat as he worked over me with his tongue, teeth, and cheeks. After he took everything I had, he rocked back on his calves and looked up at me.

"Feel better?" he rasped.

"Better than you," I replied. His lips were swollen and red, as if he put on lipstick. I swiped my thumb over the side of his mouth, catching some of my cum that hadn't made it down his throat. Bringing the digit to my mouth, I darted my tongue out to taste myself, and his nostrils flared with desire.

"I didn't say we were done yet," he said, pushing to his feet, he crowded me again. His long fingers dug into my hips as he turned me away from him, pressing me against the wall. He nudged my feet further apart with his as the sound of his clothes being removed filled the space. I heard him stroke himself, and the warmth of his tip pressed against the curve of my ass as he closed the distance again. "Maybe you should fake your resistance? Primal play is appealing, don't you think?"

"If you think acting like an alpha will make you one, I think you might be confused." I knew I was pressing his buttons, and maybe I've taken a page out of Bellamy's book, but when his fingers tightened their hold, if that was possible, and he pressed against me, I knew it was worth it.

"Tell me you want this, Lexington," he replied. "How much you've always wanted this."

I pressed my lips together, unwilling to tell him what he was demanding to hear. Baring myself emotionally to him wasn't part of this deal. "Just fuck me, Alastor."

He nipped my shoulder hard as his nails scraped over my ass. The dual sensations had me arching back into him. He chuckled darkly. "I don't fuck."

It would be better if he did. Emotions always made things messy, and I wasn't lying when I told him I wouldn't allow myself to feel the things I had felt for him in the past. After stealing myself and hardening my heart again, I shoved off the wall, shrugging him off.

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