Page 65 of Flirting with Death

Pushing that thought aside, I attempted to thrust into the welcoming heat and velvety softness of Lex's mouth, only to find resistance as his fingers dug into my hips. Bellamy swallowed my frustrated growl before he pulled back. He smoothed my hair off the side of my face, lust glowing in his gaze.

"I've seen the memory of you two before. You like the control he gave you, because you don't have it with your father. But, Alastor, you don't have it with me either," Bellamy said.

I had a feeling that I wouldn't mind as long as I found release. His nails grazed through the soft hair on my chest, circling my nipple, before coming up to rest on my pulse point in my throat. Our gazes locked, only broken when Lex squeezed the tip of my dick in his fist, cutting off my release.

"Fuck," I growled, my hips coming off of the couch. The pain and pleasure mixed, showing me what I did to him. "You will regret that, Lexington."

He grinned up at me before wrapping his soft lips around me again. As I watched, he hollowed his cheeks, building the pressure inside of me again.

Bellamy's tongue traced my pulse point, and I knew he was going to bite me. "Or maybe you will," he suggested.

When his teeth sank into my flesh, the pleasure was swift and hard, a shock shot down my back, tightening my balls and making me cum into Lex's throat. Bell moaned against my skin as if my climax was his own. This didn't feel like regret. This felt like what people thought heaven was. He lapped languidly at the wound he created.

That was when I felt him, inside my head, free to pick out any thought he wanted. He went directly for the memory of him leaving. I let him view it from my point of view, baring my whole self to him and handing over any part he wanted. The pain of the flashback sliced through me as I was a viewer to my old pain.

"Where are you going?" my father's demanding voice came from the shadows, startling me.

I jumped as I turned toward him. "I'm going to see Bellamy."

"You are not."

My feet felt like lead, as they didn't allow me to take another step. Frustration burned inside my chest as flowers bloomed in the surrounding pots.

"I have to. He left without a word. I can't do this again, Father."

He knew what I was referring to, Lex, and when he did the same thing.

He shook his head sadly. "Alastor, you need to let him go. It is for your own good."

"No," I croaked.

My attempts to move my legs in any direction but back inside were pointless. I was a prisoner here with his command.

He sighed and faded back into the shadows. "You'll thank me someday."

I jerked away from Bellamy, the remembered pain too much. Lex was on his calves looking up at both of us, sensing the situation without words from either of us. Bellamy swiped at his bloody mouth, his bright red eyes locked on me.

"You tried to follow," he said.

I refused to lift my gaze to him. What did any of that matter? I wasn't strong enough to go against my father when he commanded me. My attention drifted over Lexington's naked form, basically at my feet and still semi-hard. He could chase the memory from my head and shove it back into that box I had locked it in.

I flicked my eyes to Bellamy. "It doesn't matter. You've said it yourself. I'm a coward and weak."

"That's not—" he started, but I ignored him.

He was right earlier. I might regret this, but only the power he now clearly had over me. He'd just have to get in line.

"Lexington, let's take care of you now," I said.

Without Bellamy's magic floating in the air, the desire that still burned in the depths of Lex's eyes was all real, and I clung to that as I leaned forward to capture his lips. He knew what I was doing, but he let me run. Aiding and abetting my escape from the potent emotions.

I wrapped my fingers around his growing length and tugged. I didn't fuck, but I was going to right now. A groan filtered between us, and I wasn't entirely sure who it was that made the sound we swallowed.

"I want you to fuck me," I murmured against his mouth.

"You don't fuck," Lex replied, coming up on his knees and pushing me back on the couch.

He traded a glance with Bellamy that said things I couldn't read. Maybe if I wasn't running, I would have been able to see what was silently being said, but as it was, I could barely look at the demon.

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