Chapter 53 53
DAVINA ELMS.
I refused to leave his chamber despite how many times he wanted me to.
How could he have the audacity to command me to watch him get a blow job from his betrothed? Wasn't that so cruel of him? And now he doesn't even want to look at me once again, always pretending that I didn't exist in his chamber.
Since he hadn't granted my request to see my brother, I had no reason to lie comfortably on my mattress when my brother could be tortured by those Dreadwing Generals or whatever they were called.
Even when he left and reminded me not to let him meet me when he returned, I didn't care and even lay down there until I fell asleep. I wasn't just angry with him, but was also weak, and he knew all that, yet pretended not to.
When I woke up after so many hours, I found myself lying on his bed, covered with a blanket, while he sat on the couch, checking all the rolls on the table before him.
Without raising his head, he said to me, “If you're awake, then vanish from my chamber.”
I scowled and began climbing down. If he really wanted me to leave, then why did he lay me on his bed?
I walked towards him and sat on the floor, “Why not have me eat at least? Maybe if I get the strength, I will leave.” I managed to say, but he still ignored me. “Then, what about my brother? Are you going to let him die there?” and he still didn't respond. “I hope you aren't planning to bring in Irian here, then have her suck your filthy dick before me once again?” That was when he finally dropped the scroll on the table.
What I expected was a cold glare at me, but he wore that soft expression as though he had finally heard what he wanted from me.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat while waiting for him to speak.
But after so much staring at me, he shook his head and picked up the scroll again.
“Dragon Sovereign, why are you not saying anything? Is it because I told you to go to Irian? Then you don't have to if you don't want…” I said, and he looked at me again.
“So, who should I go to? Whore at the pleasure house?”
I shook my head and breathed out. He was really tempting me.
Perrin knew damn well what this man was up to for wanting me as his slave. It wasn't just to serve him normally, but to let him own my body. Yet I don't understand why he preferred me over his betrothed and even the whores at the pleasure house.
Could it be because of Perrin's comment on how tasty the female fae's pussy was? That shouldn't make someone like him, with lots of authority, go beyond what the law was against. If his subordinates found out he was claiming my body, what would they think of him?
“You can…” I blew out hot air. “...you can have my body as you want, so please grant my request and let my brother go.”
“Oh, sweetheart!!” he chuckled and crossed his legs. “I'd told Orrifin to let out your brother, and your meal would be here soon. Anything else?”
I glared at him and nodded.
“Whatever it is, I will grant…”
Just because of my body. Was this man in his right senses?
“Fine! You have to cancel your engagement with your betrothed.” I said, and he went silent for some time. “I won't stay away from you again, so since you're claiming ownership of my body, I'm going to do so to you too.”
He licked his lips and leaned his arms on his thighs. “Do you mean it? So what position do we take tonight? Where do you want it done?”
I couldn't believe my ears and twisted my expression. He was really shameless and didn't even care.
“Vina, there's the wood, the bathroom, the lodge I could pay for, the bed there…and every corner of this room,” he gestured, his purple eyes dazzling with pleasure. “Do you want me to be all over you? I could have you orgasm up to ten times…so how long do you want it?”
My lips dropped open while I watched him speak as though he was having fun.
“I really mean it…”
“But,” I adjusted my butt on the floor. “...you just told Irian that you have no urge and that your dragon doesn't feel her. Did you mean it?”
He nodded, looking me in the eyes.
That made me recall when Orrifin mentioned that his master wasn't interested in Irian and he wanted his mate.
“But I'm not your mate either. So why are you craving my body that way? That's the excuse you gave her…” I gestured, yet my voice whispered.
He leaned his face closer to me and asked, “Are you sure of that? You aren't my mate? How did you know?”
My jaw dropped. What kind of man was this?
“I am a fae and can't be soul mates with a dragon. That's forbidden, and you know that.”
He narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded. “So why am I craving your body like this? Why's my dragon all over smelling your musk?”
It couldn't be that I was going to be his mate if I regained my power. I didn't even want to regain my power if that would make me live longer.
But now that we discussed this, I picked up interest to regain it, yet I didn't know how to begin.
“Davina!” he mentioned, causing me to flinch from how deep his voice was. “What if we find out together why it's this way? Really, it's forbidden…and my realm won't want such to happen. If you happen to be my soulmate, will you end it?”
I drew my brows together and looked away. There was no way to answer such a difficult question.
He could show me the coldest side of him if I nodded, so being mute was better.
As though the goddess mother knew my mind, a feminine voice came from the corridor, announcing that they had come with my meal.
I hurried up and let them in, so they served it.
With that opportunity, I ended all discussion and began eating every meal at the table. They really prepared a banquet to have me eat up the ones I didn't get in the past days.
Dragon Sovereign didn't try to disturb me but focused on the scrolls, although sparing me glances; his expression looked confused.
I wondered what he was thinking. Would he expect me not to end the matebond for my life? His people, and especially his family, would come for my life if I refused to leave him. Just being in his life had put me in several troubles, so what about being his mate? They would just stone me to death.
Maybe not getting back my powers to feel the bond would be better. That way, I will use it as an excuse that I couldn't accept a bond I wasn't feeling. That way, if he were my mate, he would have no choice but to end it…because with the way he acts, one would think there was something else between us aside from the master and servant relationship.
If my brother ever came to know that I had been deflowered and claimed intimately by him, he would be so disappointed in me. And maybe my deceased clan, too.
So I would keep it to myself henceforth, because promising not to submit to his lengthy cock was one thing I wouldn't be able to do.
While I ate, I drank from the water served alongside, until I was done with every single plate of the meal there.
I breathed out and pushed my ass backwards, just sitting and waiting for the meal to settle into my belly so well.
At some point, I began feeling sleepy, yet my skin itched badly. I scratched my arm, down to my thighs, and then all over my face. It started slowly, until I couldn't help but scratch my whole body and almost pulled out my dress.
Upon seeing what was wrong with me, he dropped the scroll he was holding and came towards me.
“My body's itching badly. I feel so hot inside of me.” I yelped in pain, trying to reach my whole body with my fingers, but it wouldn't work.
He stood up instead, stepped away from me and leaped.
“Where are you leaving me?” I screamed, but he had already left.
I didn't think of anything else except that I was allergic to one thing used to cook the meal.