Chapter Eight
Ama
My eyes fluttered open as I yawned, taking in the soft light streaming in from my windows. I was groggy and maybe a tad hungover from my night out with Zurie. My two cocktails had clearly made a point to remind me that I had no tolerance.
What a fucking night.
From the nervousness about my upcoming departure for the Summit to having an unfortunate run in with one of the hottest and most arrogant men I’d ever met…
it felt like a complete clusterfuck. A surge of frustration ran through me as I remembered how easily the stranger had managed to pull authentic anger from me.
On top of that, he had rudely plagued my dreams in the most scandalous ways.
I mean…no one could really blame me, right?
The man was undoubtedly an asshole, but damn...
I found myself thinking again about how sexy it was.
His body. Not his asshole. Not that I thought his asshole was ugly, because I wouldn't know that.
I wasn't sure if it was because Finias had awoken my cobweb-laden vagina's desires, but something about that guy at the restaurant last night had made me want him in a way I shouldn't. He’d been abrasive and presumptuous, but he’d also challenged me, and I liked that. I liked it way too much. It was absurd that I was even giving such an insensitive prick any space in my thoughts, but he’d crept in like a fungus. A sexy fungus. Was that a thing?
Groaning from the sensations my naughty dreams had left me with, I reached down with one hand and slipped it under my black silk sleep shorts.
My body felt so wound up from the images that had followed me into reality.
My dream had fed my sexual appetite and satisfied the hunger from my Succubus side, which was an interesting turn of events for me.
I had never fed off of my own dreams before, but I wasn’t complaining since I had no other safe way of satisfying my desires.
Because...I could fucking kill someone with my kiss. Yeah, I forgot that a bit too often than was probably safe for the people around me. I couldn't imagine how that would go with my mouth on a dude's dick. Would it turn to stone and fall off, or would I literally suck his soul out of his cock?
For some reason I didn't think Finias or Mr. Arrogant Asshole would be willing to try it out to see.
Rude. But whatever. I guess I understood why.
Maybe I could convince Drayven? Not as a sex thing, obviously, but just to kill him.
I mean…I guess there was also the benefit of actually being attracted to him.
No. I would not think of him.
Honestly, I really needed to get out of bed and get ready to leave…
but a girl has needs, and I, for one, needed to get this pent-up energy out of me before I took the stupid trek to the Summit today with Drayven.
He would drive me up a wall, and not in a good way.
I needed some way to relax beforehand, and this would do the trick.
I hoped.
Closing my eyes once more, I recalled the scene from my dream.
The man from the restaurant’s pale golden locks had fallen over white eyes that were littered with flecks of black, a tell-tale sign that he was from the House of Fallen.
The house that Otto had told me not even to bother with.
From his pronouncement that he'd see me at the Summit, I presumed he was someone of note.
The dream came crashing back into my consciousness as I closed my eyes and ran my other hand along my body. My fingers against my wet heat were a poor imitation of what he had offered in my dream.
Smirking up from between my legs in that infuriating way that just oozed confidence, he asked me, "What do you want, Princess?"
I hated the term, but for some reason the way he said it in my dream made my navel pool with warmth. Dream me had been putty in his hands, begging for his touch.
"Your mouth on me," I had breathlessly answered as I twined my fingers through his soft, blonde hair.
The white parts of his eyes had seemed to vanish, darkening to be almost reminiscent of a Reaper’s as his mouth had descended on my aching core, giving me exactly what I wanted.
While I was definitely still a virgin in all aspects—my one measly kiss with Drayven being my only real-life romantic experience—that didn't mean I hadn't pleasured myself while reading my spicy, detailed romance books.
I knew what I was missing out on, and I could only imagine the immense satisfaction that came with the actual act.
The envy that came from knowing I would never experience it was almost overwhelming.
My fingers brushed the familiar bundle of nerves, and my back arched slightly.
A soft moan nearly escaped my throat as I remembered the way the stranger had played my body in my dreams. His tongue had traced agonizing circles around my clit while sucking on the sensitive spot.
He’d hummed appreciatively at my soft moans as he increased his pace and slipped a finger inside of me, curling it and drawing me closer to the edge.
I had cried in frustration as his mouth left me for a moment, and he’d looked straight into my eyes with hunger pooling in his own and whispered, "Remember who made you feel this way, Princess.
It was me. Only me." Before returning his mouth to my clit and ravaging me.
How could I ever forget that it was him?
I increased the pace of my fingers on my clit, and a moan escaped me in reality as I felt a peak approaching, my pulse beating in my ears as my toes curled in anticipation.
A rap of knuckles hit my bedroom door loudly, accompanied by a voice that was truly the bane of my existence, "Ama! We have to head out to the capital now. Get dressed."
It was like a bucket of ice water dumped on my arousal.
"You ruin everything!" I screamed at the Reaper, despite him not being in my room. Of course, I partly regretted it because I had no doubt he would want to know what he was ruining this time.
I stared at my ceiling, removing my hand from my shorts as I considered just going back to bed. How Drayven had managed to know this exact moment would rob me of some semblance of happiness and pleasure was beyond me.
He had to have some Ama happiness radar that honed in on exactly when to ruin my life. It's the only plausible answer.
"Yeah, so you've told me before. I won't allow us to be tardy to the Summit because of you, though. I will leave without you if you aren't ready and out of your bedroom in ten minutes, Amare."
Oh, he’d used my full name. Someone was cranky.
Perhaps someone had ruined his jerking off session as well.
I groaned, rolling into the bed and burying my face, because I did not want to think about Drayven jerking off.
I mean, I did, but he was…never mind, just never fucking mind.
I needed an orgasm, some way somehow, but that didn’t seem like it was going to be a possibility. Absolutely wonderful.
Huffing out a sigh, I rolled out of bed and quickly padded into my closet, pulling out the outfit I had picked last night while packing my bags for the Summit.
I had packed an array of clothing to fit multiple occasions, from business, to leisure, to the formal balls that were commonplace in the realm.
Pulling on my black leather stretchy pants and the red silk blouse with three-quarter sleeves and a v-cut that teased the goods just enough without exposing too much, I looked at myself in my floor length mirror assessing my outfit choice.
Tugging on my black ankle boots to complete the look, I nodded, happy with the outcome.
Rushing into the bathroom, I fought my long locks into a sleek, high pony-tail that was about all I had time for right now.
It was harder than you'd imagine with my horns getting in the way.
I brushed foundation onto my face, quickly added a light blush dusting to my cheeks and a coating of black mascara to my already-long lashes.
Touching up my eyebrows with a powder and highlight on the brow bone, I decided this was going to have to be good enough—I was likely approaching that ten-minute mark.
Quickly, I sprayed on some deodorant and applied a light perfume with a charred floral aroma on my neck and wrists. I found the scent to be intoxicating and alluring in a discreet manner. I was hoping someone would eventually compliment me on the uniqueness of the scent, but I was still waiting.
I tossed my toiletry bag into my luggage, and my boots clicked against the floor of my sitting room as I opened the door to my quarters, annoyed to see Drayven still waiting right there. He could have easily waited for me outside in the carriage. I wanted to be around him as little as possible.
Ignoring him, I started down the hall and towards the stairs to take me outside. A peculiar sound came from behind me and I turned around, shocked to find Drayven with half his body in my room and his jaw set firmly in anger.
"Get out of my room, you psycho!" I yelled in annoyance, not appreciating the intrusion into the safe haven that was my room. I swear, the man had no understanding of personal space. Like, how would he feel if I just went into his room without consent? Huh?
The two guards stationed on either side of the door glanced between us uncomfortably, unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Good for nothing," I grumbled under my breath as I stomped over to Drayven and yanked on his arm, pulling him out of my room and closing the door for a second time.
I made it a few feet before he stopped me, far enough away from the guards to give us some semblance of privacy, his arm wrapping around my bicep before dropping it as if I was diseased.
His nostrils flared, and he looked down at me with such intensity it made me forget what was going on for a second. "What?" I asked, genuinely confused as to how I could have pissed him off this time.