THE DRAGON'S KING CAPTIVE MATE

Three

The storm ceased almost immediately, and everywhere was calm as if nothing had happened.

But, some damage had been done to the nearby houses the tsunami had caught.

She moved back to where the stranger was; he was still unconscious, and she placed her head on his chest and heard the faint beating of his heart. Setting her palms on his chest as she had seen many times the people on land do whenever someone was about to drown, she pushed his chest.

"I should have healed him," Amara mumbled to herself, remembering her healing powers. But again, most of the merpeople had been warned never to show their ability; it could distort the mortal world, and that was the last thing needed.

Glancing back, she saw the wind had calmed, and the sea was its usual self.

Amara glanced back at the man she had helped; his chiselled face was to die for. The way his Roman nose was perfectly structured on his face had her in awe.

His eyebrows were bushy, and his lashes were ridiculously long for a male. Her eyes moved from his beautiful lips, which had a little bruise on them downwards.

She gasped as she glimpsed his shirtless body. His body was toned and hard, just like she had seen earlier. She traced her hands on the outline of his abs, and her fingers itched to grip his tousled hair, which was now wet and sticking on his face.

Amara halted herself before she could do so.

He was muscular and no doubt, when he stood, he'd be towering above her.

She was aware she wasn't that tall compared to other mermaids she had seen, but she wasn't the shortest either.

She often saw herself as average.

Her lips pursed as she continued to stare at the man she had saved; she wondered when he was going to come awake.

He was alive; the way his chest hammered against his ribcage indicated that he was, but the reason he was taking so long to come awake, she didn't know why.

Gazing around the vast island for the umpteenth time to ensure she wasn't watched, she stared at the unconscious man, then at her hand. She could heal him right away, she mulled, glaring at her pale wrist that was begging to be cut.

Amara shook her head as she recalled how dangerous it was. Although she wished to save the gorgeous stranger, she didn't want to break the rules that had been laid down as well.

"I won't be tempted," Amara mumbled, shaking her long tresses, which had long dried.

"But, he might not wake up if I don't. No one is even watching." She said to herself again.

Peering around for the second time, she let out a sigh and nipped at her wrist.

Gently, she placed it in the man's mouth and removed it almost immediately as soon as she felt the blood drop in his mouth.

He only needed a drop of her blood to come awake, she mused and continued to watch him.

She flinched as she heard a cough and gazed at the man. His eyes twitched, and he wriggled his body for a few seconds before jerking awake.

"W-who are you?!" Chance stuttered, staring at the girl before him. She looked pretty young but maybe slightly older since he couldn't tell. And he wondered what she was doing close to him in only a bikini, bra, and pants.

Instead of giving him an answer to his question, she tilted her head, and he noticed her gorgeous eyes instantly.

It was huge, and he couldn't tell the colour exactly. It was as if it was changing based on her mood.

Yet, he didn't know what she was thinking as she continued to gaze at him.

The girl grasped her fiery red hair and covered her diamond face with it before he could assess her more, and she mumbled incoherently.

Chance shook his head and kneaded his temple. He felt as though he was under a spell from staring too much at her, but he could not help himself.

She was the most gorgeous woman he had seen since today, and she didn't even add anything to beautify herself.

It was as if she didn't want attention to herself, yet she didn't need to, as she was beautiful without trying.

Recalling the reason he was at the beach and what had happened, he stared at the girl and sensed she had done something to help him because he believed he should be dead by now as he was swept by the wave.

He stared at the sea, and his brows creased; it was calm and seemed like nothing had happened, but seeing the debris around and some of the buildings that had collapsed, he believed he didn't assume what had happened.

"You saved me." Chance said. However, it was more like a question than a statement.

The girl nodded, and he let out a sigh. "I don't know how you did, but I am grateful. Name whatever you want, and it shall be done."

Amara furrowed her brows. "Anything I want?"

"Anything you want." He repeated.

He spoke as though he could give her the world if she asked, and she wondered if all humans acted this way after saving them.

Although humans weren't that awful, she doubted they would make promises like this.

But Amara felt he seemed nice to offer her what she wanted as she continued gazing at him while thinking of what she could ask of the stranger, an idea glided into her mind.

"I don't want any material things." Amara said, "But..."

Okay, a but, Chance mulled. He nodded his head for her to continue, and at the same time, he could not take his eyes off her exposed body.

She looked like a doll. Delicate porcelain. Her body looked soft, and his hands throbbed to caress and confirm if it truly was.

Her belly button had a piercing which he imagined lapping his tongue on, and her breast, though small in the bikini top, showed more than enough cleavage than it should.

His mouth watered, and as he glimpsed, the tiny gold hair peeking from the thong she donned and he imagined, tearing it aside and...

Damn!

He shouldn't be thinking about her that way. She looked too innocent, and he wondered if she was even of age.

If she knew how perverted his thoughts were, he was certain she'd have created a huge distance between them; rather she was still close to him. So close that he could drag her body into his and taste her rosy lips...

"Marry me."