Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

There was an unfamiliar tune playing in my head at the moment. It was strange yet beautiful suiting the ephemeral moment and contrasting with the feelings flooding within me.

What I felt was bliss, pure bliss which was near orgasmic and excitement enveloped my heart making me stare at the starry night with a sly satisfied grin as I felt Cyrus grow wearier atop me.

His movements were now frail, almost unwilling as he struggled to keep up with mine. He wasn't as energetic as when we first started and his weak grunts filled my ears indicating signs of fatigue as he got spent out, collapsing against me with one last painful yet guttural sigh indicating relief.

The tune playing in my head which was unknown was now familiar to me, I could give it a name, could justify why I felt it at the moment.

It suited the joy I experienced, the liberation that came with the scandalous moment which was worth the hassle.

I stretched my toes in anticipation, my smile widening as I registered that if I was to go through all these again, I would do it not minding who got hurt in the process, even if it was Orian.

I hadn't even thought about how he'd feel with this new development nor how he would see me after he found out.

All that mattered was the satisfaction blooming in my chest as I twisted beneath Cyrus mimicking the movements of the knife I had imbedded in his guts and I got not even a whimper in response, the only thing was his blood seeping from the wound staining my hands just as it seeped from his slashed throat and other places I had stabbed desecrating my outfit in the process and indicating that he was a gone man.

I released my hold on the dagger, placed my hands on his chest, and pushed him off me. He rolled to the other side while I got to my feet with a pained sigh as a sharp pain hit me at the back of my neck. I reached out my bloodied hand and rubbed the spot while surveying the bodies of his guards around me, There were six lying across the grounds all bloodied with their leader and I could only wish them hell.

Something in me had snapped ever since I stumbled upon Nexus's and Orian's conversations. The insane urge to protect my mate had instantly kindled but I never knew it'd get to this extent, killing anyone who posed a threat to getting in the way of Orian staying alive.

I had meant to kill Japheth the very first time I laid my eyes on him, his comments that night we met still burned me any time I thought about it, and negotiating with him for Orian's life wasn't an option.

I wasn't sure if I wanted Cyrus dead at first. He seemed friendly. He looked like he would see a reason to spare my soulmate and leave us in peace but his flirty advances and my over hearing his conversation with Orian at the ball confirmed that he had to go.

Octavia was no issue as she immediately caved in when I told her about the way my mother and I had suffered at the hands of my father before we ran off and to make sure that she didn't double cross me. It was quite helpful that he had wronged her and her kind as he wronged us. I threw in the case of Imelda trying to assault Orian and threatened to go public with it if she went against our agreement.

I had killed before in self-defense but I never thought I would kill for selfish reasons. I never thought I would go this far to protect a man who was mine.

I had seen my mother suffer and little me had no power to help her then, I had seen her almost taken away from me and I guess that sparked the rage within me, the fear of the one person who belonged to me being taken away unjustly had fueled my anger and made me seek whatever way to get him out of this even if it meant killing the guiltless.