Captive Of The Count

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Happy Birthday to marieleslie20

and thank y'all so much for your encouraging words🥺i feel much better now 😃

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Amara's pov

He is outside! He came to see me! I clamped my palm over my mouth to depress an excited yell which threatened to escape when my eyes ran through the contents of the text.

"I am gonna lick your pussy and make you cum." Terren's muffled voice interrupted my glee and I threw an annoyed glance at his sleeping form, "Like a creamy fountain." I was close to grabbing one of my pillows and turning him over so I can suffocate him with it but I couldn't risk starting a war between our kingdoms and so I picked the easiest option. I got out of bed to text Orian back.

Where exactly are you? I texted back while shuffling around for my flip-flops, the same pair he got me. I had grown attached to them.

Your balcony, come out, My heart stopped for a bit and I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had a lot of questions and my thoughts were running wild again, how did he know my room had a balcony and how did he get there?

Ask nicely, I sent it while looking at myself in the mirror wondering if I should discard my nightgown and change into something else. It was a bit short stopping above my thighs and the material was sheer with tiny spaghetti straps clinging to my shoulders.

If coming in there to drag you out counts as asking nicely, okay... I bit the inside of my cheek to stifle a laugh not wanting to wake Terren while part of me wanted to know if he would come to drag me out.

How did you know my room? I had to ask him. I dropped my phone and reached for the silk robe that went with my nightgown. I pulled it on and fastened it across my waist. The fabric fell close to my knees and it was more modest.

I own the place.

What else do you own? I combed my fingers through my hair trying to make it look presentable and less untamed.

You.

Three letters, a simple word, in a highly possessive manner came in form of a text from Orian. It wasn't meant to cause butterflies in my stomach, but it did anyway. It gave me hope that he wanted more, maybe he could be my friend, do friends own each other? He could be my very older friend and I wondered if he could be friends with Liam too. So I will have two older friends that are friends, great.

After one last look in the mirror and a glance thrown at Terren to make sure he was asleep, I took steps toward the balcony.

My heart grew heavier as my feet moved across the floor, flip-flops slapped against the ground with the loud thudding of my heart growing more drastic.

I was nervous.

I ran my fingers through my hair and then proceeded to wring them out while thinking of what it would feel like to see him again. I had the tiny thunderbolts within me thinking of our previous close proximities and the anxiety grew at the thought of how our meeting would go.

Can you just open the damn door and go out there? Cora snapped as my trembling fingers moved the door curtains aside and closed around the door knob.

Here it goes, I took in a deep breath, and with closed eyes and silent whispers of courage, I pushed open the door and stepped out into the balcony.