Page 51 of Insurrection
“Hey Dray,” I snapped finally, hitting my limit of ‘bullshit’, “how about you cut it the fuck out? Tone down the crazy, okay? You don’t get to be all...whatever the hell this isafter yesterday. Especially after yesterday. You don’t get to tell me who I do and don’t touch, and honestly, I really like Adrien touching me, so how about we stop with the possessive bullshit?”
Drayven’s eyes finally met mine, and I felt surprise and pain slam into my chest. There were so many emotions in his eyes, which were flashing neon green, and his voice grew rough. “Ama, we need to talk about yesterday. Alone.”
I was starting to think he didn’t want to look me in the eye because of how much I could see. Any walls that were normally there were gone, and the man looked almost lost. Lost and angry, not a good combination.
“What happened yesterday?” Nico appeared, joining our little fiasco of bullshit. Unlike the other men, he appeared completely unemotional, sending me a wink but otherwise keeping his face blank of expression.
“Nothing,” I muttered, closing my eyes and trying to regain some semblance of control. I had no idea how to handle this. I barely talked to anyone other than Zurie, and now I was supposed to handle these handsome men fighting over taking me on a walk like I was their pet?Okay.
“Excuse me,” a rumbling voice cut in, making me smile as Finias slid between Colt and Drayven, both men practically jumping out of the way as the Dark Elf handed me my drink.
Despite his eyes being lit up with mischief, Finias acted like there wasn’t tons of tension between the group of us. Instead, he just ‘cheers’-ed me before taking a sip of whatever it was he’d brought us.
My hands were shaking slightly from the anxiety of the situation, but I managed to take a small sip of the drink as well. How had I gotten myself into a pickle like this? And how dare they be all up in my space, being all alpha male and territorial...and sexy.
“So, what did I miss?” Finias asked curiously. Colt and Drayven glared at him. Nico seemed to be enjoying the show. Damien looked worried, and Adrien was just holding me tighter and tighter by the moment. I had a feeling the man planned on whisking me away if need be.
I was contemplating asking him to do exactly that. I was already feeling so uncomfortable as people stared and whispered at the seven of us, caught in a heated argument.
“Ama was about to tell us why she was angry at Drayven and why he doesn’t have a right to be possessive ‘after yesterday.’ The yesterday element is what we are attempting to fill in.” Adrien mused, his tone filled with what I would almost describe as mirth.
I turned to see his expression, but he kept me tight against him, making me grumble. Although, when I tried to squirm against him, I realized how hard his cock was against my backside and promptly stopped, my face turning pink as my center tightened. Nico chuckled at that, and I managed to ignore him.
“It’s nothing,” I waved it off. It wasn’t nothing, but I didn’t want to air my dirty laundry with Drayven in front of everyone.
“It is most definitelynotnothing,” Fin chuckled, but his laugh was far from nice. He chugged his drink and set it down at the table. I could practically feel the Finias I knew disappearing as an icy element to his energy seemed to crawl over him, turning him into a different man.
“Why does he know?” Colt demanded, almost sounding jealous.
“You told him?” Drayven growled, his voice filled with a combination of anger and hurt.
“Told who what?” Damien demanded, seeming increasingly frustrated at being out of the loop.
“I really would love to know,” Nico agreed, his nonchalant attitude shifting to a more serious one.
I was confused about what Fin was doing as he shed his jacket and came over to kiss me on the temple. Such a sweet display of affection that had me preening.
Adrien made an amused sound, and I looked up at him…which is exactly how I missed Finias turning and knocking Drayven out in that split second.
Fuck. Not again.
The sound of his fist colliding with Dray’s face made me wince as the Reaper flew back, and any lightness that had been left in Finias completely disappeared. The Dark Elf stalked forward, slamming his elbow against Drayven’s neck and keeping him pinned on the floor as I fought the urge to go break them up. I had no idea how to describe how I was feeling, and honestly, it filled me with guilt.
I was both secretly happy with Finias defending my honor and annoyingly worried about Dray. I had no idea what Finias said to Drayven next, but Drayven’s eyes turned a vibrant green as his magic began to wrap around him in a smoky black texture.
Shit. Shit.
“Not a good idea, beauty,” Adrien suggested as I tried to move out of his arms to break up Finias and Drayven. I knew it wasn’t a good idea, but allowing them to continue was an even worse idea.
Damien crossed the space and tried to grab Finias’ shoulder, but the man was gone in a blink of an eye, re-appearing a few feet away and looking down at Drayven with a thrilled expression. I winced as Drayven stood up, blood dripping from his nose as he tried to move after Finias, blocked suddenly by Colt and Damien.
“It’s not a good idea,” Damien grunted. Finias’ smile only grew, and I could see that he very much wanted Drayven to come after him. He was getting a thrill out of this. The bloodthirsty assassin side of him was fully making an appearance.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Dray snarled, “Fucking asshole doesn’t belong anywhere near Ama.”
“Not positive if anyone cares, but I happen to love having Finias around,” I mumbled. Nico shook his head, smiling as if I had said something amusing, before setting down his own drink. What was with the smile at me admitting I liked another man's presence?
Drayven, in a surge of power, collided with Finias, and they crashed into a nearby table, the sound of glass and porcelain shattering drawing everyone's attention.
