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“So, if you ascend, you won't come down to earth again? You will no longer be a mortal?” I asked him, and I knew damn well he could see through my concern.
He softly held my neck from behind and leaned my face closer to his, “I won't come down to earth again, nor will I be a mortal. I will now be among the gods worshipped by the dragons, with no soul or emotional tree.”
I bit my lower lip. “But your parents are also older than you and haven't ascended. What about your siblings?”
He looked down at my lips, and his throat bobbled. “You either ascend before getting married, or never again. So that's the case with my parents, and could be the same with me once I have a queen.”
I shook my head finally. I wasn't sure if I would stand that happening.
If it were initially, I would have suggested he crown Irian his queen instead of ascending. But as it stood, he didn't have any feelings for Irian, nor did I want him to have anything to do with her.
With how I watched Orrifin satiate his sexual urge hours ago, I wouldn't stand it if it were Irian. The sight of her alone irritated me. Maybe it was because she was of the same gender, or the matebond had always been stirring from the start, and I didn't know.
“If you don't want me to ascend, then would you keep holding back your feelings? Do you still not believe that we are soulmates?” he asked, and that question was too heavy for me to answer.
Why was he a dragon? There was nothing good about being mates with him, so this was just impossible to accept. How could the goddess mother of the faes and the high gods of the dragons let such a thing happen, knowing what it could result in?
I might not live to see the next day if this came into light before his people.
“They hate me so much, and would unalive me if they found out. You hate me too, and can't even protect me from being tortured. The only use is that you don't want me dead, and that's because of our deal. So tell me, Dragon Sovereign, do you really think that's a matebond?" I asked him, not trying to hold back my tears.
I was dam broken. I never wanted a man in the past, but at first sight, I fell for him.
If he weren't a dragon, I wouldn't regret it. If I had known from the onset that he was the Dragon sealed under the ground, I shouldn't have struck a deal with him, but rather escaped.
He would keep it a secret because he knew how abominable it was before everyone. And if it's kept secret, he would still order my punishments even if he felt guilty, because that was the only way not to cause chaos in his realm.
I breathed out and was about to leave him, because I had nothing much to say anymore. But he didn't let me.
“Davina!!” he mentioned, having me sit on the floor just beside him. I saw the guilt and pity in his eyes, yet the pleasure or maybe care. He still had tears in his eyes, and I wondered if they would ever roll down his face. “You're my soulmate, and even if you were a human, I wouldn't reject the soulbond. If you're going to reject it, then do it here so I can make my next plans…”
Plans to ascend? Was he on earth just to have a mate?
“How do I do it? I can't stand hating my soulmate because he would punish me all the time, and act like we have nothing in common in public. I don't want to have a mate who would devour me in secret, then glare at me like I am his enemy in public. This is forbidden and should not have happened, so let's just end it peacefully, then I could still serve you as your slave, and take those punishments wholeheartedly, hate you the way I want without always feeling guilty and double-minded.” I licked my lips and took a deep gulp. “Dragon Sovereign, you really do not love me and just want a mate, right? You know more than I that I can't be your queen, and you have always wanted your mate as your queen…so this won't work.”
Finally, I watched those tears stream down his face, purple and glittering.
I really didn't want to reject him. I couldn't even tell what I felt for him. But what mattered was my life and that of my loved ones, which this bond could bring an end to.
No matter how it's hidden, his people would come to know, and this would affect his rule if he still refuses to give up.
A fae can't be a dragon queen, and he knew that so well. So why was he making it so hard? Had he been punishing me all those days so he would start seeing me as his slave and end the bond, yet couldn't resist it?
His gaze on me was so filled with passion. I stared back at a man who wanted his mate and couldn't break the bond when it went wrong.
It hurt so much. I hated that feeling overwhelming me. I detested seeing the mightiest of the supernatural beings sobbing just because of a powerless fae like me.
He sucked his lower lip and took a deep swallow. I watched as he slowly pulled away from me, and my chest clenched in bitterness.
I didn't want him to leave, so I pushed my body closer and crashed my lips against his.
He responded instantly, cupping my face into his palms and suckling my lips so tenderly.
I knelt between his legs and slowly threw my arms around his neck. He held onto my waist, savoring my saliva, and the sound of our kisses resonated between us.
When we let go of each other, neither of us said a word, but just stared at ourselves. He was every female's dream; how he always towered over me made me feel he had always been mine. I couldn't end it just there and leaned forward, and he grabbed my lips into his.
He raised me into his arms and began taking us to his bed, where he lay me.
I sat up quickly and helped loosen his rope. I knew so much that whatever pleasure ended here, because we would begin resenting each other the next hour. But just this time, I should have a taste of my mate, one who was formidably mine.
He stripped my gown from my body until my breasts lay bare before him. I saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared at it, not until he leaned towards my chest and took my right nipple into his mouth.
His fingers caressed my other breast while he sucked so softly, and then hard until I couldn't help but let out the moan that filled up my throat.
I dipped my fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp as his action sent waves of pleasure between my thighs, causing my juices to begin secreting out of my pussyhole.