Page 39 of Insurrection
“Get off me,” I growled, pushing away from Drayven, or trying to. I thought he was just doing the typical annoying bodyguard role he had assumed since coming here. Unfortunately, I'd clearly missed the extent of the tension in the room.
When I looked up at Drayven’s face, I immediately stilled. His gaze was locked on Adrien, and his expression was frankly beyond chilling. I swallowed nervously, seeing Drayven's jaw tighten as if he felt my gaze. Then he looked down at me with eyes that flashed with neon green. Ah, shit.
This was bad. Very, very bad. I had no idea what his deal was, but this had to stop. Now. I’d never seen Drayven lose it, but I could tell he was nearly there.
“Dray, stop.” My words were a hard command as my gaze flickered over to Adrien, who was watching Drayven with complete indifference. Well, attempted indifference. I had a feeling he was ready for Drayven to attack and more than prepared. His gaze flickered to where Drayven had a firm, nearly bruising, hold on my frame.
“Let go of her, Drayven.” Adrien’s voice was smooth, and there was a lethality to it. “Let go of her and get the fuck out of my house’s quarters.” Is that where we were?
“We are leaving.” Drayven’s voice was rough with emotion that blazed in his gaze as I tugged my body away from his. He let out an ominous growl.
“Ama, this is not the fucking time. We are leaving. Now.”
“No.” I kept my face blank. “No, Drayven, I am spending time with Adrien.”
“Damn it, Ama. Now,” he hissed, and I nearly listened to him, my toes curling as I tried not to think about why his demanding tone was so appealing.
“You don’t have to go anywhere.” Adrien appeared behind me, placing a hand on my hip. “He knows that. He just doesn’t like it.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. I will snap your fingers one by one if you don’t get them off her.” My eyes widened at Drayven’s threat and my breathing hitched.
Adrien chuckled softly, “I more than welcome the attempt, but I would much rather be using my fingers for other, more enjoyable things.”
My cheeks flamed with color as I watched Drayven teeter on the edge of control. It was both addicting and dangerous to watch. I shook my head and stepped away from both of them, swallowing and running a nervous hand through my hair.
“I am going to go,” I muttered, hating how confused Drayven had made me feel with his territorial and demanding personality the past two days. I’d been elated that I’d kissed Adrien and felt such a deep connection, and now I was pissed that Drayven had managed to ruin another moment for me. How? How did the man always manage to do that? It had to be his favorite hobby in life.
Adrien raised my hand to his mouth, dropped a soft kiss to the top, and whispered, “I’ll be seeing you, beauty.”
I gave him a soft smile and strode from the room, fury at Drayven growing inside of me. Questions began to gather in my head, and my breaths grew uneven. I was so lost in my thoughts as I stormed towards our room that I barely heard Drayven growling out my name from behind me. After I slammed open the door to our suite and walked to the center of the room, I turned and pinned Drayven with a withering look.
The man looked unraveled—his hair was messy and his eyes pulsed green as if he was barely controlling his magic.
“Why?” I hissed, my eyes prickling with tears of anger. “Why can’t you just let me be happy?”
“He isn’t right for you,” Drayven bit out, his hand raking through his silver hair roughly.
“Isn’t right for me?” I seethed. “Is it so damn hard to imagine a world where someone wants me, Drayven? Where someone actually looks at me as more than just a hybrid? Why can’t you just let me be fucking happy? Why can’t you leave me alone when I manage to find some small measure of happiness? First with Finias, and now with Adrien.”
He was in my space then, and I fell back against the couch, suddenly overwhelmed by him. “I will never leave you alone, Ama. Absolutely never.”
I let out a growl of frustration, shoving him in the chest as he loomed above me, “Why, Drayven? Why won’t you leave me alone?!” I practically screamed the last part, feeling exhausted by this emotional push and pull with him. “Why can’t you let me feel cared about and not so damn alone?” The last part was whispered, and I wished I could shove the words back inside, because it hurt to say them aloud.
Tension crackled in the air as he grabbed my jaw and spoke predatorily, “You think you’re undesirable and that no one wanted you, Ama? No. It’s because I refused to accept that any of them were good enough to lay a fucking finger on you. And I’ve finally accepted why that is. Because you. Are. Mine.”
Excuse me? What the...
My brain stuttered to a stop as my mouth popped open, “What? What the hell are you--”
Soft yet firm lips seared against mine, and everything around me came to a grinding halt. The room crackled with tension and pleasure. Pure, euphoric happiness surged through me as my magic explored him. Panic ran rampant because the kiss deepened, and I wondered briefly how he was still kissing me with such intensity. My magic was out. It was playing with his power, and it should have been draining him like it had the last time…
But it wasn’t.
The magic-filled kiss was suddenly ice cold, and I ripped my face away from his, feeling my heart stutter to a stop.Drayven was fine.My magic was doing exactly what it had last time…and he was fine. I saw when the reality of his mistake hit him, panic and concern flashing through his gaze.
“Drayven.” My voice was soft and dangerous.
“Ama,” his voice choked.
