Page 10 of Bellamy
“For what?”
“For turning me down nicely. You could’ve been a dick, but you were cool about it.” He smoothed out his clothing and walked toward the door. Before passing through it, he looked at me over his shoulder. “The last guy I was with broke my heart. That’s why I came to the club tonight, to try to forget him. Thanks for helping me. It was fun.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say.
He left the room, shutting the door behind him.
That could’ve gone so much worse. Despite being a promiscuous, licentious bastard, I never enjoyed hurting people’s feelings. I liked being up-front about what they could expect from me. Sex. Nothing more.
Never anything more.
Evelyn waved at me as I stepped back into the main part of the club. I used to fuck her each time I visited Krave, but that had stopped months ago. I had only fucked males lately. Well, let them fuck me. I hadn’t topped anyone in a while.
“He was a cutie,” Evelyn said, cuddling against a Fae boy’s chest. “But the kid screamed virgin. Totally not your type.”
“Fuck you.” I fought a smile. Thank the gods she wasn’t bitter about me not banging her anymore. Then again, she had her own harem of males to keep her busy.
“Been there. Done that.” She ran her fingers through her dark hair, causing it to sweep over one shoulder. “I’ve moved on to better things.”
“Yeah, right. Like anyone’s better than me.” I winked before turning toward the door. “See you later.”
“Take care of yourself, Bellamy. I heard shit’s getting intense.”
“Will do.”
I exited the club, releasing my wings as soon as I was outside.
“I’m going home,”I told Raiden telepathically.
“Okay, wait up,”he responded. I sensed him leave the club and take flight behind me. He often hung out at Krave until I was finished, and we’d fly home together. With the son of Lucifer, as well as several powerful fallen angels, wanting our heads on spikes, we tried not to go anywhere alone.
My wings glided on the breeze, and I breathed in the summer night air. Over the past year, whenever I had sex, I always felt a bit empty afterward. I suspected the reason… but refused to think on it. I couldn’t.
Raiden and I landed in the grass behind the mansion and walked up the porch, tucking in our wings before sliding open the patio door and entering the kitchen. He immediately darted toward the pantry for a bag of chips.
As the sin of Gluttony, he did everything in excess. He hit the gym a lot, which was a good thing since he constantly gorged himself on food. Pizza was his all-time favorite. But he ate anything, really.
“You’re home!” Gray exclaimed, pouncing on my back.
“Hi to you too.” His tousle of blond hair tickled my nose as I turned to him. “Shouldn’t you be doing this to your mate?”
“Mason’s in bed. I just woke up from my nap, and he’s still asleep. He likes to nap with me sometimes. And he looks so cute when he sleeps, ya know? Didn’t wanna wake him. I kinda wore him out earlier.” The last bit was followed by a mischievous giggle.
“Just woke up from a nap? Great. That means you’re hyper.”
“Yep.” He hugged my neck and latched on like a little monkey.
As Sloth, Gray suffered from sleepy spells. He could only be awake for two to three hours at a time before needing a nap. Less than that if he got overly excited and expended too much of his energy. Caffeine helped him a little, so he guzzled espresso and energy drinks. But that only bought him an extra half hour at most.
“Hey, Bell?” He sniffed me. “You stink. You smell like sweat and ass.”
Raiden choked on his chips as he laughed.
“Yeah? Well, no one asked you, you brat.” I unlatched him from my back and placed him on the barstool closest to me. He grinned wide, his cheeks nearly swallowing his brown eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh.
My brothers made everything better, making me smile even when I didn’t feel like it. Just like they’d made it better thousands of years ago when we were young boys. I’d been so lost. Hollow. They had given me a home—a family—and filled that emptiness in my chest.
“We love you too,” Gray said, all the former playfulness gone.
