Kinky Assassin

[Amya’s POV]

I waited with a smirk as the man who had dared to attempt to call me a bitch waited. Beside me, the sexy assassin that was initially after my head waited with a look of amusement painted on all of his features. Damn, he looked sexy like that and made me want to jump him again.

"I’m…s-sorry." The man stammered. "I was just..."

"That’s enough, Lucian." My captor sighed. "We don’t have time to stand around here while you try to redeem yourself."

"Y-Yes, Mykel." Lucian stammered, though he was still sheet white from fear.

"So your name is Mykel?" I asked, turning to my captor. "Can I call you me Mykel? After all, from the moment we crossed paths, you became mine. "

"Are you claiming me as a thing?" Mykel countered, amusement flashing in his eyes.

"And if I am?"

"Could the both of you stop flirting." A low voice grumbled from where Lucian had come from.

Turning, I tried to hide my disappointment over being interrupted again as an older man with wild grey hair and deep wrinkles covering his face made his way towards us, followed by a boy who couldn’t have been any older than sixteen and an almost toadlike creature with too large of eyes that could fall out of their sockets at any moment.

"Grendal, you always spoil my fun." Mykel sighed.

"Do whatever you want when we get back to the tavern." Grendal responded sternly. "Look at the mess you’ve caused. How the hell do you expect me to cover this up with the elders?"

"I don’t really give a damn, honestly." Mykel chuckled. "I couldn’t possibly let them take what belonged to me."

"To you." Grendal repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you still intend to kill this woman even after you were disgustingly making out with her over the stiffening bodies of the dead?"

"Oh, do you do that with all your victims before you slaughter them?" I asked in excitement. "And here I thought I was special."

At my words, a delicious bout of laughter escaped Mykel, causing the rest of his group to look concerned.

"You’re quite an amusing woman." He huffed between laughs.

"My name is Amya, not woman." I growled in annoyance. "Or you can call me goddess, queen, thou. Any of these options will work. "

"Only if you call me daddy when I punish you for being so cocky." Mykel whispered much too close to my ear, sending waves of excitement through me.

"Punish how?" I challenged, refusing to back down.

"FOR GODDESS’ SAKE!" The froglike creature croaked. "Could you stop encouraging her, Mykel?"

"Are you jealous, Fronz?" Mykel laughed. "Don’t worry, one day you will find a woman who loves you for you, warts and all."

"Give me a break." Fronz huffed, rolling his eyes. "Can you please save this shit for when we’ve gotten back to headquarters?"

"Sure, sure." Mykel responded, scooping me into his arms once more. "Lead the way, el sir grumpy."

No one else spoke as the group began to move. Despite the fact that I should have been concerned, I found myself enjoying being wrapped in Mykel's sexy arms.Something about them made me feel safe for the first time since Armal’s death.

‘Traitor.’ Mia grumbled.

‘You’re alive!’

‘Of course I am.’ Mia snapped. ‘I was just knocked out by this bastard you’re getting way too cozy with.’

‘Minor details.’ I giggled. ‘Think of it as some form of foreplay.’

‘Foreplay’ Mia repeated in shock. ‘Could you get your mind out of the gutter and think straight!’

Think straight… I had to admit, it was hard as hell to think straight when this man was near. The mere pull I felt towards him and his intoxicating essence made my mind muddled and left me wanting only one thing.

‘Can I at least taste him before we make a run for it?’ I pouted.

I understood what Mia was getting at and knew that she was right. There was no hiding the fact he did attempt to kill us, and because of that, I needed to keep him at a distance. However, if I remained beside him, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it.

‘So you’re going to fuck and run?’ Mia demanded in frustration. ‘Don’t you think that is absolutely ridiculous?’

‘But….’

‘No buts.’

‘You know, you can be pretty fucking annoying at times.’

‘Thank you. Now, how about you get the hell out of this situation!’

‘Fine.’

Pushing Mia back to the oasis where she belonged while I was in charge, I began to focus on the world around me. I didn’t know how long it had been since this group of oddballs had begun to move, but up ahead I could make out a large building with glowing windows. The sounds of music and laughter drifted towards us.

"Seems Pam has things covered." Grendal murmured from beside Mykel. "I don’t hear fighting and none of the windows seem busted."

"Fighting?" I couldn’t stop the curiosity that flared. "Is that a common thing?"

"Something like that." Mykel responded with a sigh. "What, are you hoping for a fight so you can play even more?"

"Maybe."

Being trapped in my father’s pack for so long left me restless. My days were planned day in and day out. Wake up, training, studying, bridal prep, and then learning all there was to know about the continent. It didn’t help to damper my need for adventure, and after twenty-two fucking years of that, I was ready to take on the whole fucking world.

"She’s a fiesty one, isn’t she?" Grendal chuckled, meeting my gaze. "Are you not worried that we are bringing you here to kill you?"

"Kill me, don’t kill me, it doesn’t make a difference." 

I really didn’t give a damn what happened to me past this point. Living my life would be a great adventure that I'd never experienced before and even dying would be. At least it would be something different from the boring, mundane life I always lead.

"You truly don’t know what fear is, do you?" The old man continued to push.

"Nope." I beamed.

If this asshole thought he was going to intimidate me, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t some fucking damsel in distress that could be easily swayed. I was a fucking pyscho bitch who would fight until the bitter end.

"She is going to fit in with everyone nicely." Mykel laughed, tightening his hold on me. "She is just as crazy as the rest of us."

"Aw, that’s sweet." I purred, wrapping my arms around Mykel’s neck. "But flattery won’t get your dick sucked."