Page 52 of Insurrection
“Fuck. Adrien, let go,” I demanded, watching Finias easily flip the two of them and somehow procure a glowing purple dagger out of thin air, placing it against the Reaper’s neck. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was causing the entire room to crackle with tension. The scent of blood filled the space as Finias pressed the dagger into Dray’s skin.
“No can do,” Adrien insisted, keeping me hostage. “I can’t let you get in the middle of that.”
I watched in shock and a bit of horror as the others tried to remove Finias from Drayven and failed, the knife cutting further into Drayven’s neck. I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my skin, and my breathing was ragged when Colt finally pulled Finias off.
Except, that was almost worse because the two of them began to yell at one another. My ears buzzed as anxiety started to make me feel like I couldn’t breathe. There were so many eyes on us, and Damien’s power was ramping up. I had no idea why, but I could feel their anger. Their frustration. Fuckingeverything, and it was making me dizzy. My chest locked up. Even Adrien’s comforting embrace felt off.
I needed space.
I needed to breathe.
When Damien tried to get between Colt and Finias, I could see he was close to something really dangerous from the orange glow of his eyes. He was going to shift. Nico helped Drayven up, offering Adrien a look I didn’t understand.
Drayven was bleeding and looked fucking awful, honestly. I winced as he dislodged glass from his hand and tossed it to the side.
“Stay here,” Adrien instructed and tried to intervene. Instead of feeling better, I felt worse—now theywereall involved. I stumbled back against the doors I’d been trying to escape out of.
All of a sudden, everything felt extremely overwhelming. All the new experiences I’d been having, my attraction to these men, the not-so-positive attention everyone was giving me—it was all making me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. I had to get out of here.
It was too much, too soon.
“What the fuck do you mean you’ve kissed her?!” Drayven snarled at Finias, who flashed him a dangerous smile.
“I mean I fucking kissed her,” Fin’s gaze was ice cold, and his tone was goading. “I’m not giving you another damn warning, Reaper. Next time you try to fight me, I will just slit your throat.”
“Fucking hell,” Nico shook his head, “this is ridiculous. You guys know that, right? So what if Ama has kissed three—”
“Three?” Colt snarled, “Who the fuck else?”
Oh sweet devil.
I couldn’t keep my gaze off Damien, though, who was so clearly struggling to keep control but feeding off the chaos around him. For such a sweet man, it was all too obvious that a dangerous creature lived beneath his skin. The blood-lust energy pouring off him was so intense, it was almost intoxicating. I felt drunk off it.
“Adrien,” Drayven answered sharply.
Colt’s gaze found mine, and something flashed through it that almost looked like jealousy. Nope. I wasn’t going there. Absolutely not.
“Well, now, don’t leave out the part where you fucking lied to her for the past few years, Dray,” Finias said his nick name in a mocking tone. “When you told an impressionable teenage girl that her kiss almost killed you because you’re such a possessive bastard. Made her feel not only guilty but like a fucking outcast in her own home when no one wanted to go near her.”
I might have been falling in love with Finias. I mean…the man just summarized shit so perfectly.
This was so weird. All of this was so absolutely odd. I didn’t really feel like I was in the moment anymore, truthfully. I felt almost detached. As if I was watching this from outside my own body.
“What the hell?” Nico demanded, looking actually angry.
“He made her think she couldn’t kiss anyone without sucking their soul from their body,” Adrien’s face was completely void of emotion, and I had a feeling that Drayven wasn’t going to get out of this cleanly. I couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it though.
Before I could try to say my piece, I was pinned up against the door, and a surprised noise came from my throat. How had I not noticed him moving towards me? Shit. The bonfire scent around me told me it was Damien, but when I looked up and found that his eyes were ringed with orange that moved like hellfire within his irises, I knew it wasn’t “normal” Damien. No, this was all his Hellhound.
How did I know that? The man’s nose was now trailing over my throat as everything inside of me exploded with pleasure. A deep rumble was coming from his chest, and instead of sweet words coming from his mouth, his grip on my waist turned hard. The others were arguing, so I wasn’t positive they had noticed my current predicament. The one where I was being scented by an unfairly handsome Hellhound.
“Damien,” Adrien’s voice was hard as he turned around, his eyes flaring with surprise. “Get away from her. You’re not yourself right now.”
My Hellhound let out a snarl, and I was almost damn positive his tongue darted out against my neck as if he was tasting me, causing my knees to nearly give out. Holy hell.Bad, Ama. You should not find this attractive.
“Damien,” Nico’s voice was smooth as he appeared next to us, his power rubbing up against mine as he seemed to try to lower the vicious power coming off the man in front of me. Instead, Damien just held me tighter and kept me caged while letting out a vicious growl.
“Mine.”
