45. Xander
Chapter 45
Xander
I know this is wrong. I know this isn’t just bad, but the worst thing I could be doing right now, but by all the Wild Gods, I can’t stop it.
The need to inspect and clean all of her, to ensure she’s unmarked, healthy and safe, is fucking overwhelming and all-consuming. I’m mad, I know it, and there’s nothing I can do except to keep going.
She came under my touch. So easily and so freely, that I stared, fascinated at my new possession. All mine, only mine, safe in my room, in my arms, for no one to touch and hold and stroke but me.
Mine.
Mine
All mine.
Her orgasms are all mine. Her mouth is all mine. Her touch is all mine, too.
I shake my head to try to clear the treasure haze, but it won’t relent for days. All I can do is concentrate on the important tasks. Once I’m done cleaning her, I gather her up in a towel and dry all of her parts.
When we get to that sweetly scented spot between her legs, I can’t help but look up at her as I dry her.
Her lips part, and she wets them in anticipation of the pleasure.
She likes this. It feels good to her.
So I do it more. She liked my mouth on it that previous time too; I remember that clearly.
Her stomach grumbles and I jerk backwards, remembering that this treasure requires sustenance.
I send a thought message to Olly and demand he bring a tray to the door and then leave. I also tell him to rope off the entire wing so that no one enters and disturbs me. I must be left to covet my treasure alone. If anyone approaches my domain without warning, I will burn them alive, then burn their ashes.
After I make sure she’s entirely dry, I carry her out of the bathroom and to the bed. I’ll also need to sleep soon, and that means she must be with me at that time so I can guard her in my sleep.
Carefully placing her under the covers, I tuck her in, making sure she’s warm and safe. Then I take off my dirty clothes, put them in a neat pile on the floor and climb under with her.
She doesn’t protest when I gather her up in my arms and hold the length of her against the length of me. All parts must touch for safety reasons. I will not stand for another beast to come here and mate with her. The thought of someone else mating with my treasure makes me growl with rage.
My treasure sighs sleepily and I pat her for comfort.
“Do not fear my jewel,” I say softly into her clean hair. The hair I cleaned. “No one will touch you. No one will take you.”
“Oh dear,” she says sleepily. “I think we’re going to get in trouble for this. Correction, I think I’m going to get in trouble for this.”
Anger spikes within me. “The only beast in trouble will be the person who tries to get inside this room.”
Three hours later, an enemy tries to enter my domain. I leap out of bed, taking my treasure with me as I rage towards the antechamber door.
“Who is it?” I roar, nostrils flaring as I sense another dragon. A usurper. A villain.
My treasure, my jewel, protests against my chest.
“It’s Francesca,” comes the pert reply. “I demand to have a discussion with you.”
Growling, I set my jewel on her feet and push her behind me so she cannot be seen by this interloper. Cracking the door open, I peer out.
Angry eyes flick down my body. “Where is she?”
“Who?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“That whore you purchased last night without my permission.”
She cannot mean my treasure.
“Filth!” I spit, my power flaring in lethal concentration around me, making the threat clear. “Remove yourself at once.”
Her mouth drops open as another dragon rapidly moves towards us. Kin, this time; she stands a respectful distance away as she addresses the interloper.
“Get away from him, Francesca. It’s the treasure haze. He’s not thinking properly.”
“Oh, he’s certainly thinking properly!” Francesca cries, stomping her foot. She glares at me, white steam leaving her nose. “I had hoped you’d enter the treasure haze for me , but apparently I wasn’t enough.” She points an angry, gold-tipped acrylic nail at me. “Damn you, Xander Drakos!”
“I was already damned before you came along. Get out of here before I kill you.”
“I am your fire-sworn wife, ” she hisses, eyes flashing, her entire human body trembling with anger.
I recoil from the word, bile rising up my throat. Wrong. That word is all wrong. But the dragon in me recognises that we have, in fact, made a vow to this dragoness. Killing her is not an option. So, without another word, I slam the door in her face.
My treasure stares at me and I stare back in wonder. Brilliant blue eyes glint with many emotions I cannot decipher. I reach out and stroke her soft cheek. “Pretty,” I murmur.
Her mouth drops open. “I don’t think you meant to say that.”
My frown is deep and profound. “Why not?”
“You’re not yourself.”
I gather her into my arms. “I must brush your teeth.”
She makes an affronted sound. “This is normal, my jewel,” I say reasonably. “I must care for you when you need it.”
“I’m not dirty. You scrubbed me for all you were worth last night.”
I grow pensive at the memory of said scrubbing, rubbing and…the pretty noises she made. “I am pleased you came for me.”
She swears under her breath as I sit her on the edge of the washbasin.
“Open,” I command, squeezing toothpaste onto her allocated brush. “You must be good and accept this is your life now.”
She protests, but I begin brushing her teeth and she’s forced to make nonsensical sounds and roll her eyes at me.
Her mouth is a fascinating thing and I take great pains to scrub each tooth until she begins to gag.
I allow her to spit into the sink.
“When this is over,” she says, wiping the side of her mouth with a towel. “You can’t blame me for any of it. And you can’t talk to the other dragons that way.”
Growling my dissent, I plonk her into the tub on her feet, climbing in after her. “No dragons may access my treasure. I don’t care who they are.” I turn on the shower, stepping under the stream to wash myself.
“What about your father?”
My power spans out like in a flare like the sun.
“Hot, hot, hot!” She attempts to flee the tub as the water heats up, but I pull her back and immediately withdraw my magic. “Apologies, my jewel. Do not speak of other males before me.”
She splutters under the shower head before placing her small hands on my chest and pushing away.
“How long does this go on for?” she says, wiping water from her eyes. “Days? Or is it weeks?”
I quickly soap myself while she’s distracted. “To what are you referring?”
“This!” She gestures to me, glaring.
“Shit,” I say. “I forgot about the food. It was on the doorstep.” I send Olly another message to bring us more. “I must feed you.”
“Are you ignoring my question?”
Taking her by the shoulders, I arrange us so we have swapped places and take the bar of soap. “I do not wish to hurt your skin, just a quick wash.”
“You can’t touch me between the legs anymore,” she says, eyes hard as she tries to glare. Instead, it’s adorable. “Or here.” She indicates her breasts, the nipples pebbled from the cool air.
“Why? I cannot leave those unattended.” Sometimes jewels don’t know what’s best for them. “Every part must be polished until it glistens.”
“I’m a person, not a gemstone!”
“No, you are something better.” I rub the soap on my hands and set it aside, gently washing her breasts with my hands.
She groans. “Please, Goddess, this can’t be right.”
“Why does it feel right, then?” I growl, sweeping my palms over her nipples. I am overcome with desire so strong it drives everything else from my mind. I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth.
“I must take care of you in every way,” I murmur around her sweet, sensitive flesh. “I must treasure you.”
I drop to my knees, hooking her knee over my shoulder. “And this part is telling me that it needs me.” I dive between her legs, my mouth covering her sex. She cries out, yanking at my wet hair with one hand and bracing her other hand on the shower tile.
Sometimes polishing must be done with a mouth and tongue. I drag my tongue over her, listening to every movement and sound of her body because it feeds me. Her inner lips are dessert to my tongue and I savour them, slowly, completely. My lips find that swollen bud right at the top, a beacon to her pleasure. I suck gently, and she bucks into my mouth, crying out. I grin into her secret place, working that bud until her muscles clench around me.
I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and when I coat my fingers in her juices, she jerks.
“In here,” I say, because she must understand how important this is. “I must attend to this.”
“This is too much,” she says. “We can’t.”
I remove my mouth and my hands, letting go of her completely so I can study her face and body. “Is it not good, my jewel? You appear to be enjoying this.”
“Yes, but—” she says, her lips parting as she pants. I give her pussy a long, slow lick. “Oh Goddess, don’t stop.”
Happily, I seize her again, devouring her pussy with my mouth while stroking her entrance with a finger. She whimpers some number of pleases and Goddesses, and for some reason ‘help,’ so I do help her and breach her centre.
She cries out and I send my finger deeper. I’m met with a gush of fluids that I lap up immediately, licking faster and faster at her clit. She moans and I stroke her inside, a slow, lazy rhythm that makes her muscles loose. I have to hold her up as she whimpers. Grinning into her pussy, I work my pretty jewel, massaging her, licking and tasting until she screams, coming completely undone and all but collapsing onto my face.
My own cock is hard and pulsing, begging for release, but I must ensure my most precious treasure is attended to first.
“Good jewel,” I say, hauling her into my arms and stepping out of the shower. “Very well done.”
“Me or you?” she says, eyes drooping.
Something primal in me roars with satisfaction. A job well done. A treasure well cared for. Smiling, I set her down and dry her off thoroughly, before taking her back to bed. Our food is here, so I quickly retrieve the two trays. There is no one outside when I open the door, but there is a request for communication from another dragon.
“You have three days, Xander,” my father drawls into my head. “Three days until you face the consequences. Be ready.”
A challenge for my jewel? For my property?
The roar in my head is terrifying, and it shakes the room around me.