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"So, I hear that we'll likely be seeing each other tomorrow at the Summit, Princess. I'll let you buy me a drink to make up for tonight."
Wow, why did that sound like such a douchebag comment? I mentally groaned at myself. So dumb.
Her friend tried to hide a giggle with her hand as the princess' eyes glowed and her lips thinned in fury. Well, fuck. I’d definitely gotten her attention, but not in the way I’d meant to. I supposed my earlier comments weren’t helping the situation either.
"Oh, is that so? Well, you can take your idea and shove it up your arrogant asshole. I think that sounds like a much better plan, don't you, Zurie?" she asked her friend sarcastically.
There was that fire I was so drawn to—the one that was so clearly an innate part of her personality and so damn alluring.
I knew I wouldn't likely be able to convince her of my actual, non-asshole personality, but maybe that was for the best. We weren't allies, and I needed to ensure my house won this Summit. Maybe her hating me would be beneficial. The last thing I needed was to actually develop feelings for the girl I was about to use as the weapon to destroy her house’s chances of securing the Supreme title once more.
Tapping two fingers on their table in a goodbye, I smirked and said, "I'll be seeing you, Princess."
Turning away and heading for the exit, I couldn't help but wonder if I could actually keep myself away from her at the Summit. There was just something about her. She’d either be my house's salvation if I used her to ruin her father, or she’d be the ruin of us if I let myself get close to her.
That couldn’t happen.
I hardened my mind to her and vowed to keep my distance, no matter what.
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.
