Chapter 9 Virgin Lys
“Unsavory for you, virgin Lys?” The dragon stared down at me.
“No,” I swallowed. “It’s none of my business sir,”
He dug his hands beneath my back and thighs, and hauled me into his arms. The Mayor was gone, the living room empty.
“Save the sirs for the bedroom,” The Dragon exhaled. “You’ll call me by my name when I take you, but for now, Draki will do.”
He moved away from the living room into a hallway that held a large, winding staircase that seemed to curl right up into the sky. Just how many floors were in this house?
“What’s your name?” I whispered.
“You’ll have to speak a little louder.” His voice was like a drill sergeant's, loud, very loud. My eyes stung with tears.
He inhaled, moving faster up the stairs, my body jolting in his arms with each step.
“Mordaine. My name is Mordaine,” he responded finally, quietly. Then his eyes swept my face, as if memorizing my looks. “You'd be lovely if you weren’t so weak.”
I swallowed, averting my gaze.
He stopped outside a door, kicked it open and walked in. He moved past the large bed in the middle of the bedroom with the same black and gold decor in the living room downstairs.
In the enormous bathroom that would put even the ones in my parent’s mansion to shame, he headed towards a standalone tub.
He lowered me gently into the tub, and ripped my dress. I gasped.
Our gazes locked and he smirked. The first positive expression I had seen on his face since we met.
“You'll not be needing that anymore.”
I remained quiet as he peeled the shredded hospital gown off me, turned on the water faucets, and stepped back.
From where he leaned against the double sink, his eyes took in every inch of my body, not blinking even once.
I agreed to this. Begged for this. But I was so shy right now I was desperate for the sud-bubbly water to rise quickly above my chest.
“What’s that bruise?” His voice broke the silence suddenly. I stared at him stupidly, blinking.
“Not on my face, wolf-girl, next to your pussy.”
My jaw fell.
He raised his chin in the direction of my thigh, and I glanced down at my upper thigh. The purple bruise was almost gone. How did he notice that?
“I’m a dancer. And I bruise easily.” I breathed through my lips, trying to steady my heartbeat.
“Do you now?” There was a glint in his eyes that cracked open something in me that had been shut for a long time. A dark, excited glint that promised pain.
You will be cuffed, whipped, humiliated.
I jerked my gaze away. He walked closer and stopped the water faucet.
My breath caught when he touched me.
For the second time today, I felt my body. Feeling returned to any part of my skin he touched and disappeared as he moved on.
He started from my knees, scrubbing me down to my toes with a loofah. At my feet, I inhaled sharply, loudly.
He delayed, glancing up at me. “Erogenous zone, huh?”
I looked away immediately with red cheeks and a heaving chest.
“Breathe, wolf-girl.”
I inhaled, keeping my eyes away from him.
There were no more incidents. His hand was quick, efficient and thorough. And when he pulled away from me to take his shirt off, my skin was pink and glistening.
My eyes ran up his well-formed back and stopped on the tattoo between his shoulder blades.
“Ar-rgh.” I screamed, clenching my teeth at the sudden, unbelievably horrible pain in my head.
“You're OK?” He was beside me immediately, but I could not even open my eyes.
It hurt. It hurt so freaking much.
Whatever claws were in my head threatened to tear my brain out. The pain lasered up and down my skull, and then it stopped.
I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me strangely.
“That’s not from the fall,” he said, not a question.
I winced. I had never felt anything like that in my life.
He moved closer and placed his hand on my head. Strangely, it made me want to lean into him, but I held myself.
He stepped back. “You are OK now.”
“I am.”
“Ever lost your memory or something?”
I frowned, surprised. “No.”
He nodded wordlessly, and turned to grab a towel. He wrapped this around me and carried me back to the bedroom. As he walked through the closet door to the right of the bedroom, I stared at the image of the woman tattooed on his back.
She had her back turned, hair held up in a high bun, proud as a queen.
“Hungry?” He tossed a pajama top on the space beside me as he walked out of the closet. When he stopped before me, he leaned over.
“Not really.”
“There’s a way we like our women to dress. This will do for now.” He manipulated my limbs into the top, which stopped mid-way my thighs.
“Hungry?” he repeated as if he had not heard my response earlier, and my belly answered this time.
He pulled away with that smirk that left me confused whether he was amused or disgusted. “Wolves are known to have quite the appetite.”
A rebuttal came to my mind about dragon's appetite, but I held my lips tight. I did not want to end up on his dinner plate tonight.
He left the bedroom, and returned minutes later with a platter piled high, plaited with a chef’s careful touch.
I gave him a curious look as he dropped the tray beside me. I could not imagine someone like him cooking.
“Vampire-boy.” He shrugged, grabbed my shoulders and propped me up against the headboard.
The thirty minutes it took him to feed me were the most uncomfortable ones of my life. Not only was he very strange and a stranger, my brain was still having difficulty accepting how quickly my life was changing.
He had not shown me to my bedroom, and when he left with the dishes, I figured I would be sharing this bedroom with them from now on.
A cold fist of dread gripped my heart.
This was happening. I’ll be moving from zero sexual experience to sex with two men who loved like it was war, made out like they were enemy soldiers.
I bit my lip, forcing the tears back.
It was either this or a return to that hell which had been my life since I fell, at the mercy of Gianna.
I must have slept, because when I opened my eyes, it was dark outside the window. My eyes traveled through the width of the bedroom and froze on the silhouettes of both men sitting at the foot of the bed.
I stared at them. They stared back at me, dark and predatory.
“Your brother wants you back, Lys,” the Mayor announced quietly.
I blinked, "Arthur?"
“Allysa Merryway reports that he’s declared you missing and causing quite a ruckus even in the human side of town.”
My breath left me in a rush.
Alyssa was one of the two highest ranking Gammas in our pack. She probably had no idea that the Mayor was our ultimate Alpha.
But Arthur? He cared about me this much, enough to declare such open war?
“Do you want to go home?” The Mayor’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You can still back out.”
“Your last chance.” The dragon added in that low, angry voice.
A hollow ache started in my chest. “No. I don’t.” I replied strongly.
The mayor nodded once and looked away.
As if I wasn’t there, his hand on the Dragon’s thigh started to travel up his shorts. I glanced at the Dragon, and noticed the pulse on his neck, beating stronger.
That was the only reaction from him.
The mayor turned to me. “This doesn’t bother you, Lys, does it?”
“It’s not my place.” I responded immediately, embarrassed that he too would ask me that.
Embarrassed that I was unable to tear my eyes away as he pulled the cotton shorts back and the Dragon’s…dragon sprang free.
My mesmerized eyes followed the Mayor’s hand as it massaged around his dick without touching it. Caressing, shifting, gliding around his upper thighs.
I glanced up to see his reaction to this, but froze to find he was staring at me, his eyes flashing.
I swallowed.
The Mayor gripped him suddenly, and he inhaled, eyes still on mine, burning like they did in the bathroom. “It’s your place, wolf-girl.” The dragon’s voice was a rush of air.
The mayor chuckled at this, “Really Daine, wolf-girl?”
His grip tightened, the veins on his forearms standing out. His lover's eyes closed briefly at that, groaning low in his throat.
The mayor turned those beautiful night-blue eyes to me, and winked.
I blushed.
“It’s your place, sweet Lys. You belong here now.”