Chapter 24: Amri

It takes weeks for the cut on my head to close, so that meant weeks of taking it easy during training so that I wouldn't reopen the wound or hurt myself further.

During that time, Callyx and Damion have formed a relationship of their own. Damion sneaks into his room about as much as he sneaks into mine, and from what Jyl says, she often has to turn off her camera view to his room.

We haven't been together as a group since that night, but I have had plenty of one-on-one time with everyone but Damion. I don't know if it's because he's caught up in the excitement of something new with Callyx, or if it's something else. If it is because of Callyx, I can't exactly blame him. Callyx is a lot to handle. Damion now shows up to work with his own battle scars – more like sex scars – but all it does is make me antsy for one of them to mark me, too.

It's possible Damion is being nice and taking it easy on me because of my training. Even with us going easy for weeks, I fall asleep instantly from exhaustion, most of the time not even showering until the next morning. Disgusting, I know, but it's paying off. I'm now to the point where I can almost take Zain in a fight. I'm probably never going to be able to take on Callyx, but I'm better at holding my own than I was before. My muscles are now toned and defined, my skin tan from all the hours in the sun, even if I have an ugly farmer's tan from the Melford scrubs.

Vincent apologized for keeping it from me that he was a prince, but he said he needed to make sure I was in this for good before he added all the political drama to the mix – which I fully understand. And we luckily haven't heard from his father since we had the meeting with him in the ‘viewing room'.

Everything, for the most part, is perfect.

Except for the man staring at me right now.

Royce.

We're at our second training session of the day, the one before dinner, and Zain is pushing me to my fucking limit. All day he's been taunting me, telling me how I better get my strength up if I want to survive in the Underworld. Before, I thought he had been left in the dark like me, knowing next to nothing about the Underworld and its inhabitants, but now I'm not so sure. He acts like he knows things. And it's pissing me off.

It's not pissing me off as much as the eyes staring holes into my back are, though. Every time I spin to dodge an attack, or to land one of my own, I see a glimpse of Royce in the background. I don't know how Zain and Damion don't see him, but I do.

Spin, hit, Royce.

Dodge, duck, Royce.

Drop, leg out, Royce.

Royce .

Royce.

Royce.

"What's your problem?" Zain spits, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

I look up from my position on the ground. I don't even remember how I got here. Lately, when we train, my body takes over. It remembers everything Zain and Callyx taught me, building muscle memory until I don't even have to think before I move. It's honestly badass.

Zain stands in front of me, his large form blocking the sun, and it hits me that he looks like a god. White-blonde hair, tan skin glinting in the sunlight as he towers over me…pure Zain lifts his shirt and begins to fan himself, and the sight underneath nearly makes me want to fan myself back.

"Well?"

"I'm tired." I don't want to tell him about my stalker. He'll just take matters into his own hands and then he'll get discharged. I know we'll be together again when we…die, but I don't want to be separated from him or Callyx at all. I don't want him to have another murder on his hands.

He nods. "You've done good today, bunny." He looks over my shoulder and then smiles at me. "You're in luck, Damion is waving us over for dinner."

I start the jog inside, something we've all started doing together, and a quick look to my right shows me that Royce must have seen Damion wave us over – and disappeared just in time.

Dinner is quick, all of us too tired to say much of anything as we wolf down the pasta on our plates. Damion and Zain leave me at my door, both kissing me quickly on the lips before walking off.

I waste no time stripping my clothes and getting into the shower, washing off the day's dirt and sweat with the non-scented soap so graciously supplied by Melford.

Before I know it, I'm tucked in bed and staring out the barred window at the stars in the sky. I feel myself drifting, my body slowly sinking into oblivion as sleep takes over.

The door to my room opens, immediately causing my body to tense up even in my half-asleep state. Someone is in my room. I open my eyes into slits and relax when I see his face come into the light shining from the moon. Damion.

"You scared the shit out of me." I sit up in bed, bringing my knees up to my chest and he sits across from me on the bed.

"Sorry, angel." He rubs my knee, squeezing it gently. "I wanted to come apologize."

"For what?"

"For not paying you as much attention lately. Things with Callyx…well, they got serious – fast. And I've never done this before so juggling multiple relationships at once…it's new to me."

I smile, reaching up and placing my hand on his cheek. "It's okay. I know this is new, and different, and overwhelming. I've been pretty caught up in my training, anyways."

"So, you're not mad?"

I shake my head. "I'm not mad."

"Thank God." He reaches down and grabs my ankles, quickly pulling them down the bed as he climbs over me. "Because I have been wanting to get you alone for months now. Ever since we first kissed, I wanted to have you; and then that night in Vincent's bedroom happened, and I finally got to feel you wrapped around me. The only problem is – your attention was split." He straddles my waist and pins my arms above my head, a side of him showing that I've never seen. "But now you're all mine."

He leans down and gently kisses one side of my neck before going to the other. "I was nervous that night, never having an audience before, but there are no nerves tonight. Only that ravenous hunger." He smiles down at me, a wildness glinting in his eyes. "A hunger for you."

He kisses me, his breath mingling with mine as our tongues clash against each other. One by one, our clothes come off, all being tossed to the floor in our haste to feel each other. He groans when my shirt comes off, cupping both my breasts in his hands and squeezing them to the point of pain before leaning down and giving them both a chaste kiss.

He moves to a position between my legs, spreading me apart with his hands on my knees and leaning down to lick right where I ache for him the most.

I moan, hands clutching the blankets beside me as he dives in, kissing, licking, and biting until I see colors behind my eyelids. Colors exploding in every combination possible, colors I can hear, colors that don't even exist yet and I hate to see disappear, because I know I'll never be able to recreate them.

When I come to, it's with Damion's hand covering my mouth, and a smile shining on his wet face. Slowly, he pulls his hand away.

"You were getting too loud."

"You look mighty proud of yourself."

He crawls back up me, "I just made my mate cum all over my face and scream so loud I had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't wake up half the facility. So, yes, I'm very proud."

I playfully roll my eyes, a smile lighting up my face – and then it hits me. Damion called me his mate. He's getting used to this, he's accepting it. This is really going to work.

I lay my head back on the pillow as Damion hovers above me. My legs are still spread open from his earlier activities, and he takes advantage of that, reaching down and rubbing my clit until I'm squirming on the bed.

"You may want to grab a pillow, angel."

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. "For what?"

With no warning at all, he slams into me, his cock stretching and filling me in ways only he can.

Over and over, he slams into me. I bite my lip, trying to hold in my moans and screams but eventually it becomes too much, and a loud moan slips out, echoing around the bedroom.

Damion growls, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into my hands, "You better hold that over your mouth, or I will."

My pussy clenches at his words, and he utters a quick ‘Fuck' before slamming into me even harder. The urge to scream is getting stronger, so I take Damion's advice and hold the pillow to my face, screaming into the pillow when the sensations become too much.

"Good girl, angel. You're being such a good girl for me."

That single line of praise is all I needed to explode, soaking him in my cum as I scream into the pillow, and my body wracks with the shivers .

"There you go, you did such a good job."

He moves the pillow and kisses me roughly as he speeds up. I can barely keep up with all the sensations I'm feeling, but it doesn't seem to matter. Damion is as wrapped up in me as I am him. He groans, pulling out as I watch thick ropes of cum shoot from him and onto my stomach and chest. He watches with keen interest, licking his lips as he scans my body for the mess he left there.

"You look beautiful covered in my cum, angel."

I shiver at his words. It's so similar to something Vincent once said to me… you look good covered in blood, my little siren.

Blood and cum. Somehow, it's when I'm covered in those that I feel the most powerful.

I run a finger through the puddle of cum on my stomach, bringing it up to my lips and licking it off. He groans, running a hand over his face before smiling down at me.

"You're going to be my ruin, Amri Glass."

I laugh, slapping his leg and motioning toward the bathroom, "Go get me a towel."

"Why can't it stay on you?" He's pouting. Lip out, eyes down, like a little kid.

"Because we're about to go to sleep and that means Vincent will see it."

Damion's eyes light up with excitement. "He will. You're definitely keeping it on now. No clothes, either. You're sleeping naked tonight."

He leans over the bed and grabs his pants, sliding them on before lying next to me, careful not to smudge any of his ‘markings' he left behind.

"You got dressed, it's not fair."

"Totally fair, now go to sleep, Ree. "

I sigh, reaching behind me to run my fingers through his hair. "I hope Jyl turned off the cameras."

"She did, now go to sleep."

I laugh softly. Sliding deeper into my bed, I focus on the sounds of Damion breathing, a smile on my face as I slowly fall into a deep sleep.

I walk into Vincent's room to the smell and sounds of sex. It seems like Damion and I weren't the only ones getting busy tonight.

Vincent sits behind Callyx, slamming into him about as hard as Damion was slamming into me, but not a word comes from Callyx as he takes it. His fists are bunched into the sheets and his lip is grasped tightly between his teeth.

I look around the room to find Damion sitting on the couch a few feet away, staring at the bed and its inhabitants. I walk over and sit with him, smiling at the interest shining in his eyes.

"Callyx and Vincent decided to have their own time, I see."

He shakes his head. "That isn't Callyx."

I tilt my head, staring at the two people on the bed and trying to figure out who Vincent is fucking, but the angle makes it hard to tell.

"How do you know?"

"Callyx is never a bottom."

So that's Zain. He's made a few comments about how he's interested in men as well, but I've never seen him act on it, so this is a new side of him. Plus, I've never seen him as the submissive before. Tonight is full of surprises.

It doesn't take too long, and Vincent is grunting out his orgasm, but Zain doesn't cum at all. He didn't look like he enjoyed it much, so I'm confused on what he even gets out of it.

They both get off the bed and slide their pants back on, leaving all the men in here completely bare chested while I'm still completely naked and covered in cum.

They walk over to us, Vincent with a soft smile on his face and Zain with a hard-on poking through his scrubs. He's not smiling, but his body doesn't look as tense as it did during training earlier.

"Looks like you had some fun of your own tonight, siren."

Vincent's smile turns to a smirk as he takes me in. When he gets close enough, he pulls me in for a kiss that takes my breath away. Then he does something that surprises me. He leans down to the almost dried cum on my chest and licks it.

"Oh, fuck."

I turn to see both Zain and Damion staring, unsure of which one spoke, I roll my eyes at them both.

Turning back to Vincent, I find him staring at me with fire in his eyes. "Did you like the show?"

I nod, looking over to Zain and finding him and Damion speaking in hushed tones. "I don't understand."

Vincent nods his head to the pair standing across the room. "That's something you'll have to ask him."