(Vera)
Mateo’s finger was scorching as he trailed it down my throat, looking absolutely sure of what he was doing. I couldn’t quite figure him out, and it was making me confused. Perplexed. I have always been good at figuring people and things out. But five years ago, I failed once, with the prince, and he is still haunting me now.
There was a smug smile playing against his lips that rubbed me in all the wrong places. I had half a mind to kick him in the family jewels and run.
"Do not kick him there. What if it never worked again?” Nova wondered aloud. “You will never get to taste and-”
“Nobody is going to taste anything, Nova, you hussy!” I snapped as I stared at the prince.
“It is a promise,” he whispered.
“Game on, prince. It is a f*cking game on,” I hissed at him and he shook his head, looking quite amused at my anger.
“Do not provoke me, thief. I will stop you. I will. And you will have to walk away, your tail tucked between your thighs,” he licked his lips as if he just remembered what was between my thighs. I remembered what was between my thighs, too, and the thing was not being very subtle with the amount of juice it was secreting right now. Ugh! This was shameful. Absolutely shameful.
"Maybe, if you ask him very nicely, he will help you with the problem happening under here,” my dragon cheekily said, and I shuddered. I just hoped he wouldn’t smell my arousal right now.
“How are you going to stop me, prince?” I glared at him, more angry than what he was doing to my p*ssy without even touching me than about him supposedly stopping the burglary. My mind was out of focus when it came to other things. Only the prince was in my focus.
“Maybe I will lock you in my room and handcuff you to my bed,” he said without pausing, and my eyes flashed. My body moaned in neediness. I gritted my teeth as I watched the smug son of the queen. “And maybe I will rip your panties off and-”
“And maybe I will rip your face off.” I said in a cool tone, and his answering smile was fast and potent and it almost made me lose my footing and fall. He was gorgeous, but he was only a blip in my plans. I knew what I wanted. Yes. I wanted his body, but I didn’t want anything else from him. Especially not what he was offering.
Once the mate bond was severed, this would stop, too. These overwhelming, maddening feelings. It was a weakness and I didn’t like weakness.
I would never give a person that much power over me. I knew how disgustingly powerful and dreadfully restricting a mate bond could be. I have seen it destroy many people, and I would never be one of those people. I had too much self-respect to ever lower myself to that level.
“Oh, Vera, Vera...” he smirked as he caressed my face, his fingers soft and tempting. And wait, what the hell was I thinking about just before he touched me?
Ah, lower myself... my self-respect.
Right now, though, I wanted to lower myself to the ground and then take him between my lips. The image was instant, of him standing there, legs apart, c*ck erect, hands tangled in my hair, pushing me towards his greedy c*ck. I gasped. My lips parted in that quick flash of image in my head, and the heat in my body was beyond anything I could take.
It was fun when I was the one at the advantage, but now that he was looking at me, trying to one-up me, not so much. I shook my head, trying to push that image of him between my lips out of my head, but Nova was insistent on recollecting it over and over.
“You played me... and you enjoyed every second of it. What happened now? Did you think that I wouldn’t find you? Is that why kissing me was so easy?”
“I am trying to make this easy on you,” I sighed, shaking my head.
A lock of hair fell to my eyes, and I stilled when he tugged the hair and played with it as if it was totally normal. I didn’t push his hand away. It just felt innocent.
“Really? So kind of you. And how are you trying to make it easy for me?” he asked with a teasing smile and I scrunched my nose at him.
“You see, I am a thief and you are a prince. Nobody will accept me as the queen,” I said. My heart twisted a little bit, but that was nothing.
“It is not a problem. I will just hide you in my room if I have to,” he said without missing a beat. “And I will make sure your boyfriend won’t find out how much you want me.” He licked his lips as his eyes flicked to my breasts.
“My eyes are up here,” I breathed out.
“Oh, but your n.pples are calling out to me. So loudly,” he whispered in a voice that made my blood tingle, and I gasped. I looked down and sure enough, I could see the outline of my nip.ples through my loose t-shirt, hard and erect. Begging to be tasted by him. And knowing that he knew it too... it irritated me to no end. “You want any help with that, Vera?” His voice was temptation.
I almost screamed Yes, please!
“What a supercilious jerk. It is a miracle your neck is not breaking from all this weight of your head!” I muttered with a hiss as I pushed his hand away from my cheek even though I wanted it right there.
He chuckled darkly as his jade green eyes scanned me and my raising and falling breasts. His eyes smoldered as he took a step closer to me.
“My neck is fine, thief. Don’t worry about my neck! Worry about yours. I might take a bite of it.” He said as he placed a hand around my neck.
He pushed me to the tree and the cold, scrappy texture of the stem was so in contrast to the softness of his hand.
He came closer to me and I knew there was no way in hell I could resist anymore. He smelled dangerously addictive. He smelled like rain-soaked ground. He smelled like a field full of moonflowers drenched in the overnight mist. I inhaled deeply, greedily, trying to take all of him in.
Right at that moment, I knew he was feeling the exact same thing I was feeling and the knowledge of it was like a pure, quick thrill of adrenaline, even through the shadows of doubt and fear.
“What is this game? I told you I didn’t want to do this.”
The prince looked at me, his eyes dark and hooded, full of storm, and I was so damn afraid of my own feelings at that moment. It was big and scary and all-consuming. I didn’t want to feel like that. I had never wanted to feel like that.
My heart wildly banged inside my chest, as if it wanted to jump at him. My whole body begged to close the remaining distance between us and feel all of him. Again. And again. Until I didn’t feel this obsessive need anymore.
“But I do. I do want to play this, Vera. And I will!” he said, his voice a soft breath against my heated cheek. I gasped, and it was a wild, wanton sound. “And don’t talk back to me, Vera. You will get punished.”
“What will you do?” I whispered and quickly bit my tongue, when a moan left my lips.
His eyes flashed, lightening and thunder. I felt a small turn in my heart, but I knew this moment was fleeting. I knew this look in his eyes was a temporary malfunction. But even knowing that didn’t put a damper on my overheated, lusty body.
He was like the devil, offering me a succulent apple, but taking that apple might get me banished from heaven. But oh, I was tempted. So damn tempted. I couldn’t help the reaction in my body. It was sending so many mixed signals right now. I couldn’t decipher any of them.
“Curiosity, they say, is treacherous territory. It might kill you.” His eyes glinted as his fingers traced my pulse. I closed my eyes. I was so f*cking weak to stand against this.
His touch was so powerful and I felt like I would die if I didn’t let him touch me. Heat pooled between my thighs. His eyes sparked.
“I can smell you, Vera. The hint of your arousal, and I want to... I want to touch you, Vera. Touch you and eat you.” He licked his lips as he stared straight into my eyes. “I want to lick you clean, I want to thrust my tongue inside you and hear you scream for more.”
I leaned my head against the tree, moaning.
My f*cking body was a traitor. It was as if my brain was programmed in one language, and my body totally didn’t understand that language.
I cursed my body for acting like a puppet in his hands... it moved when he moved, it arched, when he teased, It tensed when he tried to reach me.
“Get the hell away from her or I will cut your hands off.”
I jerked away, bumping my head against the tree. Mateo’s eyes turned dark, and this time, it wasn’t from lust.
Ezra glared at the prince as he walked towards me, looking concerned, and I died of guilt and shame right then and there. I stared at him, and he was looking at me, a concerned look on his face, as if he was worried the prince had hurt me. His eyes flashed as he looked at Mateo.
“You alright, baby?” Ezra touched my face with a soft look on his face. Oh, how could I ever tell him that I was more than alright with the prince touching me?!
The prince growled. I looked at him, and I could see his eyes flashing. Shifting colors, and going back. His dragon.. Uh-oh!
“What the hell do you think you are doing? I will kill you for this.” Ezra was angry.
“Ez, don’t worry, it is fine,” I tried to stop Ezra. Ezra, though, was like a warrior, defending my honor. Unfortunately for him and me, I had no damn honor. Or principle.
“Turn and leave this place. You are not welcome here,” Ezra said.
“Well, since this land belongs to me, I think I am welcome here.”
“What the hell are you-”
“I haven’t introduced myself, am I?” Mateo’s voice was cool and calm, but his eyes were so not. “I am prince Mateo, and I absolutely don’t like it when people threaten me.”
I could see his hands were turning into bright green scales. I quickly went and stood between both them. I didn’t want anything bad to happen.
“Stop,” I said to Mateo. He glared at me, his eyes accusing. “Please, stop.”
He took a step away from me, and another, and before I could do or say anything else, he shifted into a big, majestic dragon. His emerald scales with copper ones glowed as he flew away, and then he disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh, his dragon is the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen.”
“In your dreams, Nova.”
"In your dreams, too, because I know your dreams, Vera!”
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(Mateo) Shade and I flew for a long time. My anger still burned. I was usually not the possessive kind. I really was not. But knowing it was so easy for her to tell me that we should reject each other, and thinking that it might be because of her boyfriend, well, I hated it. I hated just the mere thought of Vera choosing someone else over me. Would she really do that? Could she? "We shouldn’t have left. We should have stayed and fought and-” “And what Shade? Clawed his eyes off! I don’t think that is a good idea.” “But she is ours. Freyr made her for us!” “And we will win her over. But certainly not by clawing someone else’s eyes off.” I hated feeling like this. It felt like a million weird creatures were crawling inside my stomach. After an hour of just flying around, I flew to the palace and shifted closer to the woods behind the palace, where I had a bunch of clothes hidden for emergencies. It was already too late and too dark. I listened closely and the sound from the palac
“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.” ― Mae West ---- (Vera) I was stupid. I was an absolute idiot. That was all I could think of right now. I handed the phone wordlessly to Ezra, and walked to my tent. We had tents. We all slept in our own tents and used the big cottage for everything else. When I closed the zipper, I knew nobody would bother me. It was our own sign that said do not disturb. I sat in the dark, thinking about everything that had happened tonight. It felt like months, but it was only a f*cking day. A DAY! I wondered what Mateo would be doing right now. I sighed and closed my eyes. "You can ask for his help. He will help you, you know...” She was right. He would help me, but... I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up to the loud voices coming from outside my tent, I was curious as to what the ruckus was about. I quickly pulled on a jacket over my shirt and walked out of the tent to see everyone standing there, whispering something. “
(Vera) He bunched my clothes together in his hand as I growled at him to put it down... he only gave me a salacious smile that was doing all kinds of things to my p*ssy. I had never thought you could come when someone was just looking at you, but apparently, you could get close. So close. The water was slightly cold, but my body was made of fire. The way the waves softly sloshed over, teasingly... it felt like a lover's caress, but I would rather have the stupid prince's hands on my body. All over my body. Caressing. Hard. I knew I was making this harder for myself, but his eyes were giving me all kinds of crazy ideas. Could I get away with touching myself, as he stared at me? Would he know? I licked my lips, and his eyes turned so dark they weren't green anymore. Would this burning need go away if I had a one-night stand with him? Could I f*ck this lust out of my system? "You think that is a sensible idea? You will never get out of his bed, but..." Nova stopped. "I like it. I
(Vera) I cursed the Sun God, for making this so hard on me. A mate, who had all the money in the world, for someone who had to steal to live? How the hell would that work out? I had had the pleasure of meeting rich assholes, and- I had learnt my lessons. When I was fifteen, I went back to school. A good school, too. It was where rich kids go. Hegen made me go, even when I didn't want to. I got a scholarship, because I was- I was smart, in more ways than one. My memory is photographic, and I remembered things, weird things no one could remember, so it wasn't hard for me to get a scholarship. I was happy, even when I frowned and stomped and told Hegen that I didn't like school, I did. I liked knowing answers to every question, I liked being the smart one. Everyone was always asking me about things. Teachers always called me when they wanted answers. And I had all the answers. It was fun. And I became friends with some girls, especially one. Liya. Liya and I became friends. I mean,
“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”― Laura Esquivel---(Vera) I absolutely felt guilty as I looked at Ezra. It was like a dark vein of misery, pruning through my body, and I didn't care for it.I had always been truthful to him about everything, and we knew, we always knew this would come to an end, the thing between him and me. We were friends first, and would be friends later, so I didn't know why I felt guilty."He is your mate! That is why he didn't drag you down to the court, huh?" Ezra chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. Maybe this wasn't as easy for him as it was for me.I almost blurted out that the prince wanted to handcuff me in his dungeon, but I didn't. That would be too much information too soon."Yes," I sighed, pulling my hair, playing with it as I always did, whenever I was nervous or sad, and he watched me with a shake of his head. He knew almost everything a
“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.” ― Pablo Neruda ---- (Vera) I scanned him up and down and I watched as his throat worked up and down. I knew he saw the lustful look in my eyes. Of course, he did. He looked around, looking nervous as hell. His eyes finally met mine and I gave him a salacious wink. The prince coughed and cleared his throat and turned away from me, glaring at his brother. "Blaine, you idi0t, what the hell are you-" "I mean, we know why you are so frustrated? It is all the pentup sex.ual tension for V-" So Blaine knew me. I didn't know why it sent a shock of immense pleasure through me to know that Mateo had been talking about me. Because... I didn't want that, did I?! I wanted my freedom. Only that. To live and do as I please. To never give anyone the kind of power to destroy me. Once bitten, a million times shy! "Blaine. Mateo. Amyra. For the love of Freyr, you guy
“Please, touch me, I pray.” ― Jess C Scott ---- (Mateo) My throat went dry when I felt her breasts pressed against me and her fingers dug into my ass. A soft groan left my lips. It was as if she didn't even know what she was doing. Gods and goddesses! This woman was made to destroy a man's sanity. Her eyes widened when she finally realized where her hands were. My arousal was aching and I wished she would touch me... take me. She looked at me with lust darkening her irises, and the look in her eyes made my stomach clench and my c*ck became harder, if it was even possible. Everything impossible was becoming possible with this tempting, vexing creature. I wished she wasn’t wearing a wig and contacts right now. I wanted to see those Violet Verbena eyes! "You know what, I am done!" She said as she grabbed my hand in hers, her eyes determined. I was slightly scared of the look in her eyes. I was nervous when she pulled me inside the room, but I had been dreaming about her for five y
(Vera) I could feel the prince's eyes on me as I talked with the queen about what she wanted and what she could get for the royals attending the ball. She knew her art, and I liked that she was not pompous enough to admit it when she didn't know something.She finally bought and paid for eight paintings for the eight royals that would be attending the Dragon Ball from other realms to Draconià. She was easy to talk to, and it surprised me."Thank you, Miss. Rhys. You have been very helpful," she said with a smile, before she opened her bag and pulled out a familiar-looking card. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the black embellished card as she handed it to me. "If you could come to the dragon ball, I would be delighted to show you around the palace.""A personal invite from my mom?! Only a few have the pleasure of that! My mom is picky," Blaine said as he looked at me with an impressed look."Thank you, Your Majesty. I might take you up on your offer," I said without looking at Mateo,