The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 99: It Wasn’t A Wet Dream

Chapter 99: It Wasn’t A Wet Dream

"You came for lord Zamiel?" Amon remarked with creased brows in confusion and everyone’s attention immediately dropped on her.

Malika immediately averted her gaze away from him, she could feel the heat rising on her cheeks in mortification, she wanted to disappear into the ground at that moment and cease to exist from that embarrassing moment.

"Of course not." She said defensively, making her swallow hard as she squirmed in her chair uncomfortably.

Even though she wasn’t looking, she could feel the burning gaze of Damien’s mother. One of her sons were already in a forbidden union, she wouldn’t be delighted about the other being in one.

She heard a snicker erupt from Onyx and then they were speaking, but everything sounded muffled as embarrassment washed over her. She bit her bottom lips hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste coating her tongue.

"Alright then, I’d love to learn more about you, you seem like an intriguing young woman." She heard Amon say which made her flutter her lashes in confusion as she lifted her head to look into his dark, enchanting emerald gaze.

His voice had been coaxing, almost distinguishable from the dark creature he embodied.

She gulped in wary, beneath that calm look surfacing over his glassy eyes, a flicker of mischievousness retained beneath it. As innocent and naive as she was, she wasn’t gullible enough to fall for a demon’s shenanigans as he tried to lure her.

Speaking of demons, Zamiel was one too. Although, the disparity between them was clear, Amon was trying too hard to get a taste of her sweet, pure soul, meanwhile, Zamiel was avoiding her to protect her before his inner demons would hurt her.

She knew Zamiel wouldn’t deliberately lure her to hurt her, unlike the cunning demon who was giving her that weird devilish smile.

The portrayal in the witch’s orb made it obvious that Zamiel genuinely cared for her. She would have thought he didn’t care for her, but him avoiding her, made it obvious he did, the thought made her relieved.

"Luckily, we’d be staying in the Castle for the wedding, so we’d have enough time to be well acquainted, don’t you think, Malika?" Amon remarked with a sly smirk tearing through his dark plum lips to reveal his sharp pointed canines poking out.

Malika cringed as she let out a forced smile, goosebumps surfaced over her skin in trepidation. It was apparent the demon was up to no good and he seemed to be targeting her for a reason she was oblivious to.

"Y-Yes lord....Amon?" She spluttered in confusion, luckily she had remembered his name, she wouldn’t want to come off as being impolite when addressing a superior being, more so than a night creature.

"Good, you could show me around the human world whenever you’re free." He said, staring at her from beneath his lashes and she nodded with another forced smile.

"Right." Onyx scoffed with rolling eyes.

Malika could only sigh drearily, she hated being the center of attention, she wasn’t as confident nor sharp witted as Rama who could go against them with her wits and brain, she was fragile and too feeble minded.

"I’m sure she’ll serve as a good meal, her kind always tastes best." Onyx muttered beneath her breath sadistically, it was low enough for the humans to not catch a word of, except the other beings.

Amon chuckled darkly, it startled the timid girl whose racing heart elevated as he stared at her with a dark uncanny gaze, one that made her pertrified to the core.

The abrupt slam on the table made everyone a bit startled with gazes fixated on Zamiel as he slammed his goblet on the table.

"Shouldn’t you leave now? It’s late and dinner is over." Zamiel said in a clipped tone to Damien. His stoic countenance seemed to falter as a muscle in his jaws ticked and his hands curled into tight balled fists.

"You’re right, it’s late enough for them, we’ll call it a night then." Damien said with a slight nod as he stood up and the girls followed.

His mother gave him a light hug, stroking his red hair before letting them go, not before she cast the humans a detestful glare.

Malika couldn’t wait to leave the vicinity as her footsteps hastened, but her gaze fell on Zamiel one last time before they exited the dining hall.

She sighed in relief as they were finally away from the prying eyes of demons and night creatures.

Rama halted abruptly with San uneasy countenance.

"I need to use the washroom, I’ll be quick." She informed and Damien nodded.

Rama retreated from their sight as she went to the washroom. After she was done, she opened the door only to meet the dark crimson gaze of Draco. A yelp escaped her lips as she backed away from him.

"Don’t fret, I’m only here to return your dagger, an early wedding gift." He said with a neutral tone rather than the usual impish tone.

Her brows knitted tightly in confusion as she stared at him with a skeptical gaze which dropped on the dagger in his hand outstretched toward her.

"What?" She spluttered in disbelief.

"You don’t want it?" He queried, there was no hint of sarcasm in his voice or any sign of mischievousness.

Her gaze darted between his face and the dagger in his hand.

"Why?" She queried in perplexity.

"You’re no longer my captive feisty princess, you’re something...." He trailed off as he let out a dragged sigh, wiggling the dagger toward her, gesturing for her to take it.

"Well, if you wanted to give me a gift, you shouldn’t have barged into the washroom to do something as trivial as that." Rama said, her lashes fluttering in disarray.

"That being said, if you had taken it quicker rather than questioning me, we wouldn’t be in the washroom right now." He retorted with a straight face.

She hesitated slightly before approaching him, with heedful eyes, she snatched the dagger from his grip and walked past him.

She was about to exit the washroom when she felt his strong arm wound around her waist as he pulled her to face him, he instantly slammed his lips on hers, which defied every reason and warning in her head.

He pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers as he kissed her with fervency, his touch, a symphony of warmth and ice that spanned through her entire body. The warmth of his luscious red lips stroking against hers elicited a spark that made her blood run hot, and when his hot tongue evaded the insides of her warm mouth, her legs wobbled as her knees fell weak.

His fingers traced the outline of her jawline, something she noticed he loved doing, and then he trailed lower to her bare neck which had a beautiful ruby necklace worn around it, he traced his fingers lower to the swell of her breasts, leaving her vulnerable to his touch as she yearned for more.

Trying to push him away with her weakened mind and obstinate limbs were futile as he refused to let go until she was breathless, leaving her huffing heavily for air.

With eyes as wide as saucers and cheeks flushed hot red, she backed away, trembling slightly at what had just transpired. She hated how he made her feel so vulnerable and helpless to his touch, almost to there point where she could be yearning for it, it made her extremely wary of his dangerous charms.

"Don’t." She said firmly as she straightened up, but it was too late for that now.

"You can leave, your future husband is waiting for you." Draco said with a mock filled tone as he drawled with a mischievous smirk hanging on the edge of his lips.

She scowled, but instead of spurring a snarky retory, she veered around and as soon as she emerged out of the washroom, she heard his distant dreary voice ring from behind her.

"It wasn’t a wet dream Rama, I still remember your beautiful moans when I touched you last night." He drawled, his tone spurring a mixture of darkness and sinister intent.

Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage which rang loudly in her ears, dreading the fact he could sabotage the wedding, no, at that point she couldn’t believe the wedding would hold any longer, it was as good as hopeless.

Without veering around, she walked away stiffly, she could feel his red eyes boring into her from behind.

The fact that it wasn’t a wet dream made her unnerved, she felt the tang of shame and guilt overwhelm her. She should be attracted to the charming vampire lord, not get allured to the dark and seduced by the devil who wanted nothing more than to gain possession of her entire being.

She gulped shakily but when she neared Damien and Malika waiting for her, she gained a stable composure of her mind and feelings, to avoid suspicions.

The last thing she wanted was a failed wedding while being trolled for having an affair with the devil’s son, supposed to be her rival.

She couldn’t help but wonder how she ended up in the devil’s arms.