This game called power

Chapter 20

Azriel

My lips slowly quirked up into a smirk as she gracefully rose from her seat. I half expected her to refuse. I should have known she wouldn't back down. Jordan had unknowingly found one of her weaknesses, a challenge. My mind had been glued to her all day. Since I returned from overseas my body had been longing for her. I had missed the stubbornness and the daring looks she gave me as she looked at me.

Missed bantering and getting under her skin. Missed the physical challenge as we went up against each other on the mats. But most of all the heated moments of passion. She could defy me all she wanted and act like she despised me whenever others were near, but she cant and was never able to hide the heated glances my way. The tension between us. When we were alone we shared a lot more than sentimental moments or words of bantering and hate. All of the pent up frustration and teasing got a lot more physical outlet.

I let my eyes trail her pretty body as I let memories swarm my mind. I watched the determined gaze and the sassy sway of her hips as she confidently strode towards me. I remembered the feel of those hips in my grip. The smooth feeling of her skin on my lips. The sweet scent of champagne and roses. The sight of her body underneath me. The feeling of how good she felt pressed against me and the sweet sounds that left her as she lost her stubbornness to oppose me. It got a rise out of me.

I opened my legs wide as I patted my lap shifting to a more comfortable position. It was rare she came to me so willingly. Her face held a smug look before she turned around to seat herself in my lap. My dirty fantasy and tight pants quickly faded as a sharp pain replaced them. The bitch had slammed her pretty ass right into my balls. I groaned in pain. Shooting her a look of anger and daggers she only smiled, innocent as a doe.

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After giving that cocky bastard what he deserved it was my turn to spin the bottle. To my delight it landed on Jordan. My mood had lightened greatly from putting Az off his high horse. It only brightened when I got to watch a gaping Jordan reluctantly get off his seat to grind in front of a red-faced Wren. Prince Charming they called him. With his brown bouncy curls and deep chocolate eyes Jordan was known to be quite the charmer among the ladies. Always having women swooning around him on his arm or in his lap. He did seem genuinely interested in Wren too who obviously had fallen for his charm. But no way I would let that player hurt my friend's feelings. He would have to prove himself first, so why not make him work for it?

More rounds passed. I shifted around on Az's  lap. The hard muscles of his chest and torso pressed against my back. The feel of him so close again made me heat up and slightly uneasy from the close proximity.

"Stop that you tease..."

The deep rumble of Azriel's voice vibrated close to my ear. The heat of his palms brushed my thighs as he gripped them firmly keeping me still. As he did an involentary heat filled me flushing my cheeks. I tried pushing away the creeping memories that came with his familiar touch. It was hard to ignore the tightness of his pants on a certain area below me. I swallowed as I schooled my face to be normal. Still his heavy breathing brought back all the times we had been this close since he returned. The way he held me as he revealed my pheonix mark. How he pressed me against the wall as we sparred. How handsome he looked on his back with my knife to his throat.

God I need a break from him, if only for a moment.

I mentally slapped myself for having such dirty thoughts with so many people around. People who are my friends. I refused to let them see me hot and heavy from sitting on this assholes lap. My friends tho seemed to far into their drinks to notice anything. I was no believer in gods, but to my dismay my prayer was heard and answered in a too literal sense.