The Dragon King

By Leila Vy All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Fantasy

Chapter 5

Understanding the difference between reality and dreams can sometimes be unexplainable. What could be a reality could very well be a dream. What could be a dream could very well be a reality.

I’ve read so many fantasy books and even studied a few legends and myths. In addition to studying abroad, I learned about other religions, cultures, and belief. Scientifically, these stories aren’t possible.

However, I am starting to understand that stories started from somewhere. It could be like a little lie that spread or it could a truth that spread but along the way lies attached itself to the stories that were told. Regardless, it was messy and unbelievable...well, until now.

I could argue that I am dreaming. I could deny the fact that what I am feeling, touching, smelling isn’t real but I can’t ignore the voice in my head.

I have holed myself up in the bedroom for three nights. For three nights, I went to bed and hoped that when I wake up it will all be a dream. But every time I woke up, I was still in this gold enchanting room. I was still dressed in gold-threaded clothes and I was still underneath miles of water.

I missed my family and that overcomes the hindering fear that was simmering beneath my emotions. My thoughts were consumed with the longing to be back home. I haven’t really stopped crying.

Sitting in the bed, I wrapped my arms around my knees. The sheer chiffon dress splitting and falling slightly from my position.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t think.

It was as if time was at a standstill and as if I was in a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.

I heard the bedroom door opened but I didn’t care to look and see who it was. My eyes were focused on the wall but my mind was elsewhere.

The bed sunk slightly at the weight of the interrupting individual. A large, calloused hand touched my forearm. I flinched at the warmth of his hand. He pulled his hand back when he saw me flinch.

“Anna...” He said softly.

“Don’t,” I whispered in a monotonous tone.

“I’m sorry that it came to this-”

My eyes snapped to his, “Don’t tell me lies. You are not sorry.”

I saw the way his lips thinned slightly at my harsh accusation. His jaw ticked with a hindering annoyance.

“You’re right. I am not.” He stated with an inexpressible look. “You’re mine now.”

“I’m nobody’s.” I hissed before turning to look at the wall again. Deciding that I don’t really want to talk right now to anyone and to him in particular.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. His grip was harsh and firm, but his eyes were soft.

“You need to accept the fact that you won’t be going home.”

“Fuck you.” I glowered at him, throwing all the hateful emotions into those two words. It came out venomous but I hated him at that moment.

In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the bed. My body completely plastered onto his. I kicked and punched him.

“Let me go!” I ordered.

“No, you will listen to me.” He pushed me up against the wall. Pinning my wrists above my head. His legs trapping my legs from kicking him. If before I was close to him, I was even closer now. His lips were mere centimeters from mine.

“You will listen to me, raisnuea o’ myen. (Chosen mate)” His lips brushing up against my ear. I struggled out of his tight lock, unforgiving.

He didn’t let go. He refuses to let me win and his strength was so much stronger than mine. I stopped struggling. Exhaustion seeping into my muscles. My breathing was coming out raggedly.

“Are you willing to listen to me now?” He asked, even though he pisses me off I couldn’t help the physical attraction I have for this man.

There was something about his voice. The way he spoke, it rang authority but it also was powerful, deep, and almost raspy naturally. It pulled at me.

I didn’t answer him. He sighed and pulled back enough so that he as looking right at me. Being this close to him, I can now see that his hazelnut eyes were rimmed with gold rims and specks. Little strips of ocean blue peaking out from the murky hazelnut color.

“You can fight this but it won’t do you any good. Your home is here now. You need to learn to accept that.” He started.

“I don’t even know you. Don’t talk to me like what you said made sense. It doesn’t. I still want to go home.” I replied, a little calmer now.

His thumb brushed a pattern on my inner wrist in a soothing manner. Although he was a total stranger, he felt oddly familiar. I bit the inside of my cheek to reign in the physical attraction. I don’t care how handsome he was or how godly he looks.

“Let me go.” I tried again.

“I would only let you go if you don’t react the way you did earlier.” He negotiated with me.

I eyed him for a minute and weighed the advantages and disadvantages. His body heat that was pressing on every inch of my body was distracting. Again, I was only wearing a chest wrap that only secured my breasts and a soft chiffon dress that didn’t cover much of my body. Everything else was exposed. It will probably be better if we had distance.

I nodded and he slowly released me. I dropped to the floor and slipped around him. His eyes followed me.

“Tell me why I am here,” I demanded.

“If you haven’t figured out yet, I am not human. I am a Dragon Prince. I have chosen you as my mate.” He said, crossing his strong arms over his bare chest. I fought not to check out his naked torso.

“Mate? You will have to be more specific. Mate means a lot of things.” I muttered.

“It means you will be mine in every way.”

My insides clenched with an urgent desire.

“You remember that day you were swimming in the water? Playing with the children?” He asked.

I nodded.

“You felt me that day.” He stated.

My gut twisted and my heart skipped a beat. I did but he didn’t need me to confirm it verbally. He can see it on my face.

“You dreamt about me.” He stated yet again, uncrossing his arms he walked towards me. With one hand his fingers grazed my bare shoulder as he pushed my hair over my shoulder. It fell down my back. His hand moved to cup my neck gently as his thumb skimmed my cheek.

Flashes of my dreams came back to me.

His lips skimming my bare flesh. His fingers digging into my hips. The way he made me scream in release.

My eyes connected with his and my lips parted when I saw how the gold around his irises was glowing brightly. A warm fire spread throughout my body.

“I’ve touched you. I know everything about you. I am in your head just as much as you have always been in mine.” He whispered huskily.

“Why?” I whispered and wondered if he knew what I was asking.

“Why you?” One corner of his lip lifted into a half grin. “That is something you will know when the time comes.”

“Still, that doesn’t mean you can take me unwillingly.” I protested.

“You can’t put all the blame on me, Anna May. You felt the pull even when your mind doesn’t understand it. I didn’t lead you to the edge of the water. You did it all by yourself. That’s the catch, Anna May. I want you with everything in me but I can’t force you. Our laws don’t allow it. Taking in a human mate has to be a willingly compromise from both parties.”

I am guilty of something though.” He whispered, his hand slipping from my neck to my chin. His thumb now grazing my bottom lip. “Subtly pushing you in following your heart.”

“What?” I breathed, my body leaning slightly into him. It was like a string that just kept tightening, pulling me closer to him.

“I can encourage you but I can’t force the direction of your heart. You did that all by yourself. I simply, took what was already mine.” His voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“You’re lying.” I breathed.

He smirked, “No, Anna, you are.”

I gulped, feeling extremely overwhelmed with all these emotions. It was so hard to sort through them but I couldn’t ignore the truth. I was lying. I dreamt about him but I also remember missing him. Nonetheless, I thought he was hot real.

But you wish he was...and now he is here.

Bringing my bottom lip between my lips, I fought off the tears that were threatening to escape.

“I don’t want to be here.” My voice cracked.

His smile dropped, “There is no returning. Returning you back to your world would risk exposure that my kind can’t.”

“I promise not to tell anyone.” I pleaded.

“I believe you but it is not happening.” He said.

The tears that I was fighting back, slipped then. He looked broken and torn at the sight of my tears. His thumb coming up to brush it away. I closed my eyes tightly.

It was then I felt warm soft lips on mine. It was innocent and gentle. A soft brush of his lips on mine. It provided me a strange sort of comfort.

“Don’t cry.” He whispered.

“I can’t stop it,” I told him. “I miss my family.”

“What if I give you a glance of them? Will that help ease the pain that you are feeling?” He asked tenderly.

My eyes open to look at him. Truthfully, anything to see them one last time. I nodded in silent agreement. He pulled back, his hand wrapped around my wrist. He led me out of the bedroom without another word.

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