Chapter 13

Clarke's breath stuttered, Bellamy was controlling her body with just his tongue. Making her muscles twitch, stealing the air from her lungs.

When Clarke left Anya, she fully intended to talk to Bellamy about what had made him so mad earlier. But she didn't much get the chance.

Bellamy took her back to their room and reminded her just how much she was craving his touch earlier that morning.

One pale hand rested in his soft brown curls, the other held her breast. His hums of appreciation making her nipples painfully hard.

There was an old rumor that went around on the arc, about how boys used the alphabet to please a girl.

Clarke didn't know what Bellamy was doing that felt so mind blowing, but it for sure wasn't his ABC's.

When she started to clench around air, Bellamy slid two fingers inside her. Clarke's hips rolled forward, her legs and stomach started to tighten.

She was so close when Bellamy gave a soft peck to her clit and pulled back, her hand falling from his head to the bed.

"What the fuck?" Clarke demanded, her body confused and angry at being teased.

Bellamy chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. Keeping away from her center. He watched her as she glared up at him.

Despite her own anger, Clarke saw a hardening in Bellamy's eyes. It was the same kind of look she was use to seeing back in the beginning. when he was stealing his emotions away

Before she could ask him why he was keeping his emotions in check, now of all moments, he leaned forward.

"Fuck." Bellamy uttered, rubbing his forehead back and forth on hers.

Clarke brought her hands up to his biceps, holding onto them, unsure what to say.

Giving her a quick peck, Bellamy moved his couch to her bare shoulder and then to her ear.

"Love you."

"I-" Her own confession being cut short as Bellamy's hips bucked hers.

The head of his cock bumping her swollen clit, as he slid along her wetness, coating himself. Clare pursed her lips together, swallowing a breath.

When his spine started to tingle, Bellamy pulled his hips back. Sliding his tip inside her, Bellamy sat back, his thighs in his grip. He watched her as he fucked into her. The rose color of her cheeks and the slight crease in her forehead while her breath hitch when he bottomed out inside her. She looked amazing, it was all he could do to hold himself back she he could watch her just a moment longer.

He watched one of her small hands break away from their hold in the sheets. It slid down her stomach toward where they were joined. Bellamy stilled his hips, thought it killed him slightly to do so.

Clarke glazed over eyes seemed to focus on him then, he smile softly at the hint of fear her saw. Was she worried he was going to stop right before she got to come?

Bellamy's hands slipped to her hips. Holding her's to his.

Nodding he said, "finish yourself baby. Come on." He encouraged.

Clarke seemed confused at first, but wither she figured it out or just couldn't wait anymore, her hips started to grind up and her fingers slid over her clit.

Bellamy continued to not more, as he watched her get off on his cock. She was breath taking.

"uh god." Clarke whimpered, as her movements lost their rythem.

Bellamy pulled his hips back and she snapped with a moan that would have Lucifer blushing. Her whole body seemed to shut down as he continuously met her hips. Each movement earning him another moan from her sweet lips.

When his release came, harder than expected Bellamy fell forward.

"Shit." Clarke swore into his chest.

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When she was almost asleep, Bellamy pulled out of her. Her tiredness allowed for nothing but a moan to pass from her lips before she rolled over, snuggling into a pillow.

The noise caused his member to flinch, but Bellamy couldn't coax her into another round. Not when he had someone he needed to see. So he snuck out of his room. Taking his hunting gear with him, to throw off suspicion of anyone who say he entering the woods.

He was late, but Bellamy knew Roan would wait for him. This was his meeting after all.

Back in their room not even a full 10 minutes had gone by, from when Bellamy left to when two men dressed to cover their face entered.

Clarke was still dead asleep, not even the dip on the mattress as one of the men put his knee down alerted her to something being wrong. Both men looked down at the sleeping blonde. It was obviously by the way the blankets were laid, that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

Tucking the blanket up and under her back, the larger of the two guys sweep the blonde into his arms.

"Bellamy." Clarke was confused, her tone sleepy.

As soon as she got her eyes open and saw the masked figure, she began to struggle. Afraid for Bellamy's live, Clarke tried to look around the room for him. Calling out his name as she continued to fight whoever was holding her.

The second man, Clarke's hadn't noticed before move so he was in front of her. As her sheet slipped the more she fought, Clarke realized she was basically naked between these two people.

As he rose his hand, Clarke took a frightened step back bumping into the first guy. He still had a grip on her, keeping her between them. A hand came down over her face, Clarke started to fight as she smelled something on their glove.

It was clear Bellamy wasn't here, he would never allow this to happen. A tear fell down her cheek, she hoped to god he was called away and they hadn't killed him.

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"Roan." Bellamy nodded as he approached.

He nodded back, his horse grazing a couple feet behind him.

"You managed to get away." Roan noted, looking over his shoulder, checking for back up.

Bellamy simply looked at him, ready to have this over with so he could get back to Clarke. The fact that he put Miller outside their bedroom door, only calmed his nerves slightly. No matter how much he trusted Miller, the only person he 100 percent trusted Clarke's safety with, was himself.

"I asked you here so we could speak without watchful eyes."

"And I'm here, so talk."

As Roan began to explain himself, Bellamy felt anger rise him him. Same as what happened earlier in the dinning hall. But he waited, crossed his arms to keep himself contained until Roan was done. When he was Bellamy was no more less tense than he was when they started their conversation.

He knew what Roan was saying was truthful, but it didn't make the pill any easier for Bellamy to swallow.

"When all this is done, not a scratch on her." Bellamy reiterated, with a point in Roan's direction.

Roan nodded his agreement, Clarke could come to no harm.

On his walk back into Polas, Bellamy thought over how he planned to explain things to Clarke. He couldn't tell her the full truth, but he wasn't going to lie to her.

He knew she wanted to ask what the fight in the dinning hall was about, but he'd distracted her earlier. He wouldn't be able to keep doing that. Bellamy would tell her what happened in the dinning hall.

flash back

Roan asked to speak with him, so Bellamy watched Clarke walk over to her friends. He caught eyes with Miller in the process, sending his friend over to keep an eye on her.

"She really is something." Roan hummed, watching Clarke walk away.

Bellamy sucked in a breath but held himself back from reacting without thinking.

"What do you need to talk about?" He asked, pulling the princes attention back to him, and off his wifes ass.

Roan smirked, "You really didn't have to tame yourself for her." Bellamy squinted. "You're somewhat a legend to the girls around here. But what I saw of you two last night, Clarke's lucky she's walking this morning."

Both guys noticed, the group around them collecting food on their plates seemed to be moving slower. Others seemed to have no shame fully halting their movements to listen in.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Bellamy's nostrils flaring.

"Last night in the bathroom. The way you fucked up into her- is her pussy as sweet and warm as I imagined it to be-"

Bellamy lunged, attacking Roan with full force. Throwing him and slamming him down into the table behind them.

Roan's fist grabbed hold of Bellamy's collar pulling his face very close. "Storm the fuck out of here, than meet me tonight in the old fire circle."

He felt Bellamy start to pull away in shock. As their eyes locked, Bellamy must have seen something honest in his eyes, because he followed instruction. Giving a couple more shoves before turning and leaving the room in a flurry of rage.

Flash back over.

Thinking back to earlier still lights a ball of fire in his stomach. Just to hear another man talk about Clarke like that, let alone having seen her naked the night before.

But he tried to push it down on his walk back, just focusing on the beautiful blonde waiting for him.

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Clarke woke with a start, her eyes and mind a little foggy as she tried looking around. Her mind quickly tried to put together why she was in a strange room. Her panic started to set in once her head rolled down and she realized she was naked, in only a bed sheet.

Her mind traveled back to sex with Bellamy, then onto walking up with men in masks holding her body. She remembered how warm their hands were as they grabbed her threw the sheet.

The lack of light coming through the open window told Clarke it was still night time. Her freedom of movement also alerted her to the factt hat she was not tied up.

With no one in sight, Clarke held the sheets tight to her body. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she rush to the window. Looking don she saw the marked that made up the village of polis.

But why would someone take her, but keep her in the same building as her friends and husband. That didn't make any sense.

Not wanting to waste more time, Clarke made a quick jog to the door. Opening it she stepped out into the hall, she saw a couple people who looked like guards in the hallway, they all turned to look at her. The blonde recognized none of them.

Which meant that she was in a different clans wing of the building. Before she could thing about what to do next, a familiar face came into view. He stepped right up to her, with a hand on her ass and another on her cheek. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, quickly back stepping her into the room and shutting the door behind them.

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"You didn't see any of their markings?" Bellamy asked, his voice hard as he paced.

He'd come back to his room to find Miller slumped outside his door. Before checking to make sure his oldest friend was ok, Bellamy ran inside to find an empty room.

"I am so sorry. They came up on me so fast,all I saw was a blur of black."

Bellamy nodded, he knew Miller would have died to protect Clarke. These people had been calculated, they'd had a plan.

Suddenly Bellamy's stomach dropped as he remembered something. Clarke had fallen asleep after sex. She was so used to having a shared living space that Clarke always put on some form of cloth to sleep in.

Bellamy preferred her naked, with it being so hot, she didn't fight him like she usually did. Which means that Clarke was taken and she was naked when it happened. By the look of the bed blankets, there had be a struggle.

Miller held up a triangle scrap of cloth. "They must have drugged her, so they could silently get her out of the building without anyone noticing.

Bellamy kicked over the stool that was in front of him. before he could turn, something caught his eyes. Bending down he picked up the small vile.

Taking a whif, he noticed the sand at the bottom of the vile.

"God damn son of a bitch." Bellamy growled.

He didn't wait to explain anything to Miller, Bellamy stormed from the room. He was going to kill that thieving, lying, dead man.

No Kru lived by the sea, except for Luna and her people, who don't come to polis. The only person who ever travels to and from the sea for Luna, is Roan.

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Clarke pushed Roan away from her. Even though she clutched the material in her hands. Clarke felt like she was completely naked in this moment.

"Calm down, have a seat." He told her, his own voice calm.

Clarke just looked at him, trying to figure out why the hell she was here.

"Fine." He told her. "I'm going to sit."

He walked and took a seat on his desk chair, still keeping himself between her and the door. While giving her the illusion that he trusted her enough to noot stand in front of the door.

"You have nothing to fear from me Clarke."

She shook her head. "You took me from my bed in the middle of the night and drugged me." Not to mention I'm naked, she wanted to add.

"Actually I was too busy discussing a trade with your husband. I send two of my best guys to look after you."

"I was assaulted in the middle of the night." Clarke snapped.

Keeping his eyes on her face, Roan stood. "They touched you?"

They had man handled her when she started to struggled, but Clarke knew Roan was asking if they'd been inappropriate.

"No."

"Good." He nodded, turning away and walking to the corner of his room.

After a couple moments he walked over to her with a pile of cloth in his hands. She recognized them as her pj's.

"My guys informed me they'd taken a pair of clothes from your room, after they realized you were not wearing any."

Clarke took the soft material from his hands. "Why take me at all?"

"You can change behind that divider."

Looking where he pointed, Clarke noticed he had a tall privacy curtain like the one her room had.

"You're going to stay in here?"

Roan nodded. "This is my room."

"Why am I here?" She tried one more time.

"To serve a greater purpose." Clarke continued to look at him, pj's handing limply in her hand.

"-Which one is his?" Clarke gasped as he heard the faint voice of Bellamy.

Roan snorted, "Took a lot faster than I thought."

Clarke started to move toward the door, Roan halted her.

"Listen to me." He took both her shoulders in his hands and looked into her eyes. "All sides are in the dark about on thing or another. This part, he never would have agreed to. So I couldn't tell him. Right now, I need you to sit on that bed and stay quiet."

Honestly is a funny thing. It makes even strangers paused when their asked to do something that is crazy or doesn't make sense.

Clarke saw the honestly in Roan, she'd even go as far as to say she trusted him, at least in this moment. So silently she ignored the enraged voice of Bellamy and took a seat on Roan's bed.

Seeing that she was going to comply, Roan quickly left the room.

At this point other ice nation had also look into the hall to see what was going on.

"You lost Blake, she might have agreed to marry you, but her hearts with me."

Bellamy's head snapped to look at him. "I'll fucking kill you, don't you lay a god damn hand on her. I even smell you on her and I swear I'll-"

"Are you challenging me?" Roan demanded, a smile on his face.

The veins in Bellamy's neck looked like they were seconds away from rupturing. His eyes widened with understanding, before he slipped back into complete rage.

"Give her to me. Clarke! Where the fuck is she? I didn't agree-"

"You will see her tomorrow, if we have an accord?" Roan held out his hand, he felt the presence of his mother as she came up behind him.

Bellamy looked like he wanted to murder him, but he was stuck and they both knew it.

All he could do was nod, and with one last look at the bedroom door. The one he knew Clarke was behind, Bellamy forced himself back down the hall way.

"At mid day." Roan called out to Bellamy.

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All morning Bellamy had to listen to how a couple men had seen Clarke exit Roan's room in nothing but a sheet. One even claimed to have heard them fucking. He had to watch as Clarke's friends look at him with confused and angry eyes. While his sister came up to him demanding to know what the hell was happening.

It all was too much, so forgetting his breakfast, Bellamy went to his room to wait. He just needed to be by himself so he wouldn't completely melt down.

He had not a second of sleep last night, all he could think about was that Clarke was alone in Roan's room all night.

He knew nothing was going on, because that wasn't the plan. But she was vulnerable and naked and it took everything in Bellamy to leave her there.

She must be so confused and mad at him, Bellamy knew Clarke heard him last night. But she hadn't come to the door. Which made Bellamy think she was tied up. He would have to make this up to her. Would have to explain everything and beg for forgiveness.

Roan couldn't have told Clarke any of his plan, he had clearly let Bellamy in the dark. Bellamy hated being surprised. Clarke being taken was the worse surprise of them all.

Looking up out his window at the sun, there wasn't much time left until Bellamy could set his eyes on Clarke again. .

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"Put this on." Roan handed her a regular pair of clothes.

"These are not mine." Clarke told him, taking in the dress material and cloak.

Roan looked at her dully. "They're from my village. You need to wear this today, that way everyone will see who's side you're on."

Clarke bit her lip. She could still hear the rage and betrayal in Bellamy's voice last night. It made her stomach turn.

"Hey." She looked up at him. "Everyone will hurt a whole hell of a lot less after today."

Again Clarke saw that honestly in his eyes. The same honestly that kept her from Bellamy last night. So with steady hand, Clarke took the clothes and headed behind the privacy curtain to change.

"You need to stay close to me out there. People are going to be confused and angry. Everyone is going to be in one place, the ones who don't mind you and the ones who want you dead. I vowed to Bellamy I would keep you alive. I'm a man of my word Clarke."

The blonde in question nodded while pulling at the hem of her dress. "Ok."

When she had the cloak over her shoulders, Clarke came into Roan's view.

He nodded his approval, nodding at her to follow him.

Roan wasn't kidding, he did keep her at his hip as they walked trough the towers. His hand was either on her back or at her elbow, always in contact with her, always looking around at his surroundings.

Clarke had hoped to see Bellamy, but he wasn't anywhere. She had seen her friends from afar but Roan kept her moving.

"He probably has himself held up alone until the battle-"

Clarke froze." What battle?"

Roan hushed her. "You heard me challenge Bellamy last night?" She nodded. "We are fighting to the death for-"

Clarke immediately started to fight Roan's hold on her. "You son of a bitch."

She felt fooled, she thought Roan was being honest, thought she was a part of something positive. He lied to her, she shouldn't have trusted him so easily. Wha the hell was wrong with her?

Pulling her quickly to the stair well at the end of the hall, Roan shoves her inside.

"You can not cause a scene out there, they will expect me to give you punishment."

"You lied to me."Clarke accused.

Roan shook his head. "I told you that you don't get to know everything. Bellamy knows-"

"He wouldn't have agreed to you kidnapping me."

"We don't have time for this." Roan told her. "You are right, he didn't get to know about the part of the plan last night. I needed his honest reaction. I had to let people see you in that sheet and see us together. They had to see him blow up."

Clarke was shaking her head. "You could have let him in-"

"No. Because I barely got him to agree to this next part of the plan. But him coming to me like that, allowed me to challenge him for you."

"You said it is a fight to the death."

"And it is. We are going to fight Clarke and my sword is going to come away dripping in blood."

"Clarke!" Bellamy gasped, jogging up the steps.

Her blue misty eyes turned to him, her arms crossed over her chest tying to hold herself together.

"You can't be here." Roan snapped at him.

Bellamy reached Clarke, pulling her into his arms. "I've betrayed her enough from one day don't you think. Leaving her with you after you had stolen her from our bed."

"He had to be done."

"No." Bellamy snapped. "It didn't."

That was all the attention he was willing to give the other man. Bellamy knew he didn't really have time to be doing this. But he knew he had to, for Clarke.

"I am so sorry. If it'd know he would have taken you, I never would have left."

Clarke could see the regret and guilt on his face, feel the tremors as his body shook with emotion. She reached her hands up to bracket his face.

"I know." She told him. "What is going on?"

Roan sighed above them.

Bellamy glared up at him, "We really don't have much time. I just needed to see you, make sure you were okay. I promise, when it's all done- I love you."

"Bellamy." Clarke held tighter to him. "What the hell are you doing to do?"

"You need to take anything you see in the next couple hours with a grain of salt. And stay put, don't do anything stupid."

Clarke shook your head. "You aren't making sense."

"I know." He told her, kissing her with a groan. "I love you."

Clarke had not choice but to release him as he pulled away.

"Bellamy." Roan called out to him. "Keep to your word."

Bellamy looked back at Clarke. "Keep yours."

With a nod from Roan, Bellamy disappeared back down the steps and out of sight.

Tehehe! Lot's of jumping around. Hope to have the next chapter out by the end of the month. Sorry they are so few and far between.