Page 20 of Insurrection
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 someAma happiness radarthat 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.
His voice came out even-keeled, but his tense body language told a very different story, "Who was in there with you, Ama?"
I stared blankly at him, extremely confused about what he was going on about.
“What?”
“Who was in there with you?” A slight growl in his tone had me frowning as I finally processed his question.
I spluttered, feeling like his question gave me whiplash, "No one." And then promptly remembered it was none of his fucking business anyways. Putting my hands on my hips, I added, "Even if there was, I would not owe you the answer to that question."
In half a second flat, his face was in front of mine, his head dipped so that his words were a whisper against my lips, his citrus scent wafting around me as he admitted, "I smelled your arousal, Ama. Was someone in there with you, or did you make yourself come?"
Oh. Oh wow.
My eyes widened and my lips parted in shock that he had asked the blunt, sexual question. Heat flushed my cheeks, and I knew he'd be able to see how much his question had rocked my world. I wouldn't be ashamed of this, though. It was a natural thing to do, and he had ruined it.
Snapping out of my shell-shocked state, I flipped my sassy switch and rebutted, "Well, I wish the answer to that wasyes, but as I said earlier, you ruin everything."
Deciding this conversation was absolutely done, I headed back down the hallway and yelled, "Come on! You're the one who was rushing me."
