067

067


Draco.

The male gagged, his legs flailing in the air. “No…one, my lord,” he wrestled out the words, choking.

“Let him go!!” Isolde slurred, staggering toward them.

Draco was so annoyed, all he wished was to crush the male’s windpipe. How dare he touch her when he hadn’t had the luxury of knowing what it was like to hold Isolde with his bare arms?

All the while Draco tracked her to this place and watched her drink and dance with these males, he had been seething.

She didn’t want to talk to him, but here she was bonding with males that would have forced themselves on her had he not made her an authority in Abbator.

His heart was shredding into tiny pieces. Maybe he should use this male here and set an example so others would learn not to go close to Isolde.

The others watched the scene with dread. No one dared to stand up against the lord. The male in his hands was already all shades of scarlet.

“My lord, I swear it. I’ll never do such again, my lord. I won’t touch my lady again…please…”

“No. I’m going to crush your arms so you’ll learn a bitter lesson,” Draco growled, flinging the male over the wooden table. He landed with a groan, his wide eyes turned to Draco.

He swallowed thickly when he saw the lord’s eyes changing color. Draco was losing his control.

His beast was rearing to the surface, desiring to tear into the male. To suck up his blood.

As he advanced toward the male, he heard Isolde yelp.

“I said let…him go…,”

Draco obviously ignored her, his mind already slipping, but Isolde jumped in, blocking him from reaching the male.

“Out of my way…” He demanded.

“No!” She belched, drunken eyes rolling. “You’ve…got to take me first before him…”

At that, Draco’s mind returned a bit. He clenched his gloved hands, the bones cracking. He heaved, gritting his teeth as he watched her.

“Mm? Taking me on my offer, biggie?” She challenged, giggling.

Deflating, Draco turned to all the males and ordered. “All of you, out!”

Before he could blink again, all the males had fled, leaving only him and Isolde. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Did they just leave her with this monster?

She turned to Draco and spat, “Why did you do that? They were all mine!”

Hearing that, Draco stormed towards her and growled. “No one belongs to you except me!”

Isolde was stunned. Her mouth dried up. They both panted hard, staring into the depth of each other’s gaze. Their breaths fogged around them as it slipped out of their noses and mouth, thanks to the cool air.

“W-what…?” Isolde cracked up, slurring.

Her lips, pink and plump, called to Draco. He groaned from frustration and turned away, shoving his gloved hands through his hair, disheveling the bun he gathered them into.

Isolde watched him pace with bleary eyes. His shoulders taut.

He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, Draco told himself. Regardless, he couldn’t will his mouth to stop blurting out more words.

“You didn’t talk to me at dinner, but here you are bonding with them,” he scoffed.

Isolde’s lip shaped into a grin, she cocked her lips, slurring.

“You…are…jealous, monster?” She rolled her eyes, rephrasing the last word. “My…monster.” Then she giggled.

“I’m not jealous,” Draco countered, refusing to cave.

“Aww, that sounds more like a jealous boyfriend…” She giggled, now dancing around.

Turning to her, Draco huffed. “I’m not your boyfriend…”

“Aw, maybe you want to be my boyfriend, that’ll save me when I’m about to fall off a cliff…”

“Silly, you won’t fall from any cliff…” he countered, watching her dance around, her waist twitching.

Isolde’s hair had loosened from the braided crown, now cascading down her back.

“Is it because you’ll save me?” She turned to him, flashing her teeth.

Draco’s eyes were greedily devouring her twitching hips. It was just them now, and he loved the way she was mindlessly entertaining him.

He felt the hunger to join her and dance. He was well protected, right? Clothed in his armor and gloves, what’s there to lose?

“I’ll always save you, Isolde,” he let out gruffly, lifting his eyes to her charming ones.

Isolde rocked her hips with a giggle slipping past her lips. “See? That can only be the words of a dominant boyfriend. The knight that saves the damsel.”

He bound on his feet, no longer able to resist. His boot crunched over the cobblestone as he closed the distance between them. The moment his gloved hand landed on her, Isolde gasped sensually through her teeth.

He whirled her around to face him, her chest pressed over his armor-covered broad chest. Their eyes knitted. Their hearts tap-dancing, echoing off in their ears.

Draco studied every inch of her face. The depth of her eyes, the curve of her high cheekbones, her slender neck, and dipped below her chest to her bosom.

“Do you want me to be your jealous boyfriend?” he asked, his voice taking on a hard edge.

Now, Isolde was breathing so fast. So hard.

The lord raised his gloved hand, sweeping it through her hair. “Do you want me to…be your knight?” he asked again, running his fingers down her cheek to her neck.

Her skin roughened with chills under his featherlight touch.

He moved his fingers past her cheek, now resting them over her lips. His caress made her whimper. Isolde began to feel it, how moistened her nether parts were. The sensitive throb of her clit.

Looking into his eyes, her hands dangling at her sides, she murmured low at the back of her throat, “Yes, my monster. I need….you…”

She slipped out her tongue, laving it gently, enticingly around the covered pads of his fingers.

Draco groaned at the gesture, feeling high. His eyes slipped close, his expression distorted as he called out.

“Isolde, fuck…”

He let loose, slipping his fingers further into her mouth, his heart throbbing just like his cock was. He was lost to her torture. Her glorious torment.

Like a slut, Isolde blew his fingers as if she was attending to his cock.

Her saliva coated his fingers through the leather gloves as she sucked them, moaning. Her eyes were half closed.

Choppy breaths wheezed past Draco’s nose. His breeches felt heavy on him at the moment, given how hard he had become.

By the time he flipped his eyes open and gazed at her, Draco had had a mini orgasm. He had never seen anything this sensually appealing before.

The way Isolde’s lips wrapped around his fingers, jerking back and forth, had to be the most exquisite union ever.

He dampened his breeches like a youngling having his first make-out session. Oh, maybe he was because it had been years since he felt what it was like to lose himself in a woman.

His woman.

Tonight, under the black eyes of the sky, Draco admitted it.

This woman was here before him, blowing his fingers, getting him high, was his. Literally and figuratively. She belonged to him.

He may not be able to touch her, but he’d never stop loving her. She had bought his heart, something no other person had achieved except his dead mate. His Andriandita.

The drowsiness In Isolde’s gaze increased, making her lips slack around his fingers. A blissful smile hiked the corners of her lips as she slumped against him, murmuring.

“My…monster,”

Draco briefly closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he raised his arms to the small of her back, hugging her.

His luna.

His girlfriend.

And on this night, he swore to never let her die by his hands, which meant Draco would never touch her now that she was his.

Carefully, he hauled Isolde up into his arms in a bridal style, carrying her away and back to the castle, the blood in his veins roaring with each step he took.

The moment he laid her on the bed, Isolde muttered in her drunken state.

“I wish for you to be mine. My jealous monster,”

TBC.