Violet Dreams

Chapter 12

Nyx had gone outside for some air. He was suffocating in her presence. Fuck, she looked so good, he struggled to breathe evenly, and then she was dancing with his friends and Rex was being way too touchy for his liking. So he ran like a fool, he didn't want to argue with his friends but he couldn't endure it any longer. He hadn't had a chance to tell his friends that Arabella was his mate. So he knew he'd have to control himself, his dad had merely raised an eyebrow at his rush exit, Nyx didn't let him into his mind. He'd only have some sub-par advice, and Nyx was seething. His clothes felt too tight and even the winter air couldn't cool his temperature.

"Nyx?"

He jumped when she said his name. He hadn't of anticipated that she'd follow him. Arabella approached cautiously, Nyx attempted to appear at ease.

"Arabella", Nyx stated.

Cauldron she looked good. Every time a leg poked out of a slit, Nyx was ready to fall to his knees.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she stood in front of him.

Nyx was leaning on the wall of the building, Arabella stood in front of him, genuine concern on her face. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Nothing. I'm fine, it was just getting too crowded in there", he said.

She raised a brow, "that's it?"

She was asking too many questions. Arabella had rarely shown interest in his feelings before, had rarely asked if he was okay.

"Yes. That's it".

She crossed her arms, to shield herself from the cold. Nyx would pull her close if she'd let him, if he had a jacket he would've given it to her.

"I don't believe you", she said.

Nyx glared, "I don't care".

She tilted her head to the side inquisitively. Nyx hadn't meant to sound so mean, it was just hard being in her presence and being unable to touch her.

She stepped closer, "come on, I know there is something up with you".

Nyx realised she was tipsy, the smell of alcohol radiating off of her. Arabella was too close to him to be sober, he's body locked up at the thought.

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

She shook her head, perhaps a little too much, "no, I've had like three drinks".

He crossed his arms, "that's all?"

"I'm basically sober", she said, but she stepped closer.

Her vanilla scent nearly consumed him. Nyx's heart thumped in his chest, a small part of him wanted her to step closer, the other part wanted her to step away.

"Anyway, I think something is wrong with you", she said continuing their line of conversation, "and I think I know what it is".

Nyx raised a brow, "oh really?"

She nodded, "yep! You're jealous".

"I'm not jealous".

"You totally are!" She said stepping closer, "what if I were to go back in and start flirting with Rex".

Nyx tensed, not just at the thought, but at her hand which was trailing up his arm. She was flirting with him, he realised. But before he could fully register it, she stepped away, as if she were about to go back inside and do the very thing she said.

"Where are you going?" Nyx said grasping her arm.

His heart roared to be possessive and hold her here, perhaps kill Rex.

"See", she said stepping closer again, "you are jealous".

Her body was flush against his side, she was clinging to his arm, most likely to help hold her balance. Nyx was struggling to breathe, to hold himself together.

"Say it", she whispered against his ear and Nyx shivered.

All thoughts had evaporated from his head. Why was he here again? Who was Rex?

"Say what?"

She turned so her hands were on his chest, pinning him against the wall, "say you're jealous".

Nyx held her wrists. She was so close, Nyx was sure she could smell his arousal.

"I'm jealous", he gritted out.

She smiled leaning closer, their lips were a hairs-length apart. Nyx felt like he was holding his breath.

"Say the other part", she said.

Her hands went around his neck, pulling at his hair, instinctively his hands travelled to her waist.

"What other part?" He said, voice deeper than expected.

She leaned over to his ear, warm breath sliding along his neck, his hands tightened on her waist in response.

"Say that you like me. Tell me all the things you want to do to me".

Nyx growled involuntarily. Arabella's arousal brushed his nose.

"I could write you a list", he growled, "But, I don't think there's enough paper in Prythian for that".

She smirked and began kissing his neck. Nyx's mind was empty of anything else, his senses seemed to zero in on the spots she touched. He was straining in his pants. She persisted, nipping and biting his neck, he resisted the urge to groan at the contact.

"Arabella", he said lowly, "I won't stop if you start".

It was a warning. Because he was unsure if he could control himself, if he even wanted to.

"I know", she mumbled against his neck.

He gulped, "this is what you want?"

She wanted him to lose control? She wanted him to kiss her? To ravish her? She wanted him?

"Yes", she said breathlessly.

Nyx growled and immediately connected his lips with hers. She moaned, which only seemed to entice him more. The kiss was hurried and desperate. As she moaned again, Nyx took the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips. They both moaned at that.
As Arabella wrapped a leg around his waist, Nyx grabbed the other and hoisted her up so she was straddling him. He spun them around, putting her back against the wall.

He began kissing down her neck, sucking and biting. She tasted so good, Nyx was loosing his mind.

"Nyx", she moaned.

It only egged him on, making his way down to the top of her breast.

"Nyx please", she said grinding against him.

He knew what she meant, but he wasn't going to do that in an alleyway.

"Not here", he hissed.

Arabella was running her hands through his hair and pulling at the shirt on his back. Nyx connected their lips again. She bit his lip in protest at his refusal, Nyx only bit hers back. He could taste her all day, he could do this forever. He wanted to do this forever. If being mated with her was anything like this then he'd happily throw away his crown, and that terrified him.

Before Nyx could even think about how she'd taste down there, a throat cleared from beside them. Immediately Arabella jumped back from Nyx, Nyx placing her down gently before putting distance between the two of them. He swiftly masked their scents from whoever had intruded.

Azriel stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, the door of Rita's still closing as if he'd just found them.

"Azriel", Nyx said smiling awkwardly.

"It's not what it looks like!" Arabella said as she smoothed out her dress.

Azriel raised a brow at her, "not what it looks like? I'm getting old, but I'm not blind".

Nyx chuckled, Arabella sent a glare his way.

"Your mother and father are about to walk out that door", Azriel said pointing behind him, "I suggest you fix your hair".