words, the collar appears, blood is exchanged, and well… consummation. But it didn’t happen that way for you. No… you my Queen did things differently. Elucidate how it is you’re willing to take an engagement collar from a Lycan Vampire King, but then repeatedly fuck a dragon, My Queen? I am very curious.” He was feral in his sudden rage.
I was outraged by the manner in which he felt he had the right to speak to me. Was he defending his king?
“We did not fuck ! And you speak of things you know nothing about.”
He was instantly in my face, “Didn’t you? Because you, My Queen smell of dragon sex… you see they are very similar to us in the way that we must bite and mark our partners before we mate- an uncontrollable impulse. I’m sure that was quite a sight for the Vampire King. Tell me, was that how he found you on your wedding night? Were you on your back… with a dragon between your thighs?”
“How dare you!” He was angry with me. He sounded bitter and jealous. He was saying these things to gain the upper hand by shocking me. It was rolling off him in waves. “How dare you reproach me? You know nothing! No… the dragon tried, but I refused him. I killed him the night you speak of and died many more times trying to get free of him.” Perhaps I had just allowed too much information slip, but he’d angered me, and I felt the need to defend myself.
He smiled showing his fangs, “Yes you did, at first, I imagine… but he’s spilled himself over you and bit you multiple times. There’s nothing stronger than the combination of the two on a female, unless of course he’d done it while inside your body. I wager he made it difficult for you. Dragons… the fuckers are attributed with a mesmerizing quality. Tell me did he use his glowing captivating eyes on you? Did he make you sex-starved? How many times did he make you drink his potent blood, you growing reckless- wanting it until you had every… last… drop ? Dragons are mystical creatures. Their blood, saliva, and semen have a sexually charged, very potent drugging quality. It makes the female mindless.”
I screamed covering my ears. “No… shut up!” He’d just explained so much. The reasons behind my weaknesses since the very beginning to Darius were finally explained. He’d been drinking… kissing me for years. I choked… because he purposefully tricked me into wanting him. I could never trust anyone again, so I left running tracing to the water I heard because I needed to wash Darius away. His smell… I had grown accustomed to, and the memories of his touch consumed me then. I felt if I didn’t get away, I was going to rip the Lycan’s head off.
I promised I would return to Darius, I felt every part of my body demand I make good on my promise, but now I knew the truth… I couldn’t allow myself to do this. The Lycan was key to finding the witches, and I would end them both… no longer would Darius and Eros have control over me.
As I stripped, roughly taking off my clothes, all I thought was, he’d told me so many falsehoods, everything was a lie… the fucking bastard. I knew he’d lied about everything, but not my weakness for him, God, not my love for him. His love for me gave him no right to force me to love him.
I ran into the water, splashing loudly as I entered, and swam until my arms began to ache. Trying to forget all I had sacrificed was for a lie, feelings that never should have been… created by his influence. None of it worth the risks I’d blindly taken for him. He better pray he didn’t find me now because for the first time I thought myself capable of destroying the man I had fought with all my soul to protect.
A good while passed before the Lycan arrived, his heated look instantly finding me. The Sun was setting, but I didn’t care because my muscles and heart felt sore. All I thought about was washing the lying, cheating brute off me.
I saw the Lycan pick up my clothes and smell them, sick beast.