The Dragon King and His Human Mate

18. One Month

[Mature Content]

| Anastasia | 

I brought some other woods from the forest and let them fall from my arms right in the cold sand. I wasn't exactly sure what Vladimir was doing or how long it'd take for him to turn all this mess of woods and ropes into a boat, considering he had only an hour every day, but the sooner the better.

I would be able to go home and he'd be able to stay here in peace, without me, just like he wanted.

I was just a fool for thinking he was developing some sort of feelings for me. He didn't even want me around. He'd chose to be here alone, no matter the fact that he had been alone for the past century, than to have me here. That's how much he didn't want me.

And it didn't matter how much I tried convincing myself that this was for the best, this was what I was supposed to want in the first place, deep down I knew it was nothing more than a lie.

Deep down I knew it'd hurt like hell not to be around him. Not to see him ever again. Not to feel his hands on my body, his lips on my lips.

Would any other man's lips make me feel like his did? Would I ever be able to desire someone as much as I did Vladimir?

I wanted the answer to be yes. With my whole heart. But I wasn't sure about that. I wasn't sure about anything anymore. And it wasn't fair at all when all he wanted was his dead mate. To the point he wanted me to leave just so he could be left with the memories of her.

Was I not enough? 

Would I ever be enough?

I shook those thoughts out of my head.

No, I was enough. It was up to him if he could see that or not, but I was.

If he couldn't, then it was his loss. I wouldn't come around beg for him to want me like I did want him. I would never do that. No matter what I felt about him.

"Get some others." His voice held irritation. I rolled my eyes at the fact that he really thought he could order me around, so ready to throw one of my sarcastic remarks but I figured it was better if I just kept it for myself. This way he'd work instead of start some other bickering with me.

However my eyes opened wide when I came back with some other woods and saw that everything was burned.

The woods I had spend hours gathering were burned to ashes, along with the ropes and everything else.

Nothing. Nothing but sand and ashes.

I drifted my gaze to him.

His arms crossed on his chest, making his big muscles flex, he stood still watching every reaction of mine.

"Why did you do it?" I asked, but didn't get an answer from him. The way he looked so unbothered made me want to throw fists in the air. "WHY DID YOU DO IT, DAMN IT?"

He still didn't answer.

I approached him in big steps and stood in front of him, not intimidated by his icy gaze on me.

"Answer me," I demanded. "You told me you'd make the boat! You told me you'd help me! Why did you do it?"

"Because I do what I want." He shrugged his gigantic shoulders. "And I changed my mind. Why stay alone when you can have someone annoying around keeping you company?"

I gasped, anger clouding my judgment. "So you'd rather have me around so you don't stay alone in here than help me go back to my family?"

"Exactly." He grinned.

"You selfish bastard." Without even thinking, I punched him in the face with as much strength that I could master.

However his face didn't even move to the side. He stood there as a stone while pain pierced through my hand.

I gasped, clenching my teeth so I wouldn't scream and make a fool out of myself.

"You broke my hand," I shouted.

"You're the one who hit me in the first place." He narrowed his eyes, annoyed.

"Oh god I hate you." I turned on my heels to leave but like always, he gripped my wrist, stopping me leaving and placed his lips on my ear;

"You don't, Anastasia."

"I do." I tried escaping his grip, knowing it was impossible. He moved my hair from my shoulder and started placing soft kisses there, moving slowly to my neck. My legs immediately went weak so I grabbed his shoulders to stay still. "You know I'll still find a way to escape from here, don't you?" My voice held so much need in it and I wanted to curse myself for it.

"Oh will you?" He teased, moving his hands under the fur I had wrapped around my body, cupping by breasts. I threw my head back, a moan escaping my lips.

Then another when he lowered his lips above my left breast and sucked on one of my n*****s.

"I-I will."

Suddenly, he untied my cloth, leaving me entirely naked in front of him.

I gasped as his icy blue eyes darkened a shade while checking out my body, like a predator, getting ready for his prey.

I was the prey.

And I loved it.

He gripped my naked butt and placed me down on the sand, his big body above mine.

I ran my hands through his long hair and curled my fingers around them when he kept sucking at my n*****s.

His hand moved to my thighs, tracing my skin and pinching my flesh as I whimpered and bit my bottom lip to stop any embarrassingly loud moan from escaping.

But it impossible when one of his fingers entered me while his thumb played with my c**t.

"Oh god," I cried out. "Please... please."

"So wet," he hissed, biting on my chin and my lower lips. My back arched when another finger entered me in one go. "Has anyone else touched you like this, Anastasia? Has anyone else f****d you with their fingers only?" His voice was low and husky, driving me wild.

"Y-yes, of course," I lied. It was no use telling Vladimir he was my first. He was already enough cocky as it was. Not that I secretly didn't like this other side of him.

He chuckled and crocked a brow at me. "I was right when I said you were the worst at lying."

"I'm not lying," I frowned, but my eyes rolled back on my head when his fingers inside me sped up.

"Yes you are, sweet girl. You're so tight there's no way someone's been inside you before." He caught my lips in a teasing kiss. Watching how I forced his head down on another, bruising one.

I needed him.

So much.

But his fingers, even though still inside me, stopped.

"Vladimir," I pleaded him with my voice and my eyes. "Please."

"I'll make you wanna stay, Anastasia." He kissed the spot between my breasts. I didn't know something as simple as that could make me want someone that much. "Give me a month. Only one. That'll be enough for me to convince you to stay here with me. You won't ever want to leave me again. I promise you that." My eyes widened in surprise but I cried when he pushed another finger inside me. My toes curled and my back arched, my lips forming an O as I felt the foreign intense feeling take over my body. It felt so good I wanted to scream. Not that someone would hear me here, anyway. "You'll choose me, Anastasia," he whispered in my ear while I kept panting hard, not being able to come back to reality. "Only one month. Do you accept the challenge? Or are you scared you're already losing?"

Oh.

Only that made me press my legs together once again.

After leaving a teasing kiss on my lips, he got up and started leaving in some slow confident steps as always.

"I accept it." I didn't know what got over me. "I accept the challenge. You'll be the one who'll lose anyway. Nothing can make me wanna stay here, including you. Especially you."

He turned his head and winked at me, smirking the whole time. "We'll see about that."

"You do realize that you have only thirty hours in your human form, don't you?" I grinned.

"Don't underestimate my dragon." He put his hand on his chest, acting offended. I couldn't help but giggle. How could he go from cocky to cute in a split of second, I couldn't really understand.

"I'm not." I shook my head. "He's a sweetheart, I like him. You in the other hand..." I trailed off.

"Me in the other hand you can't resist no matter how much you try."

I rolled my eyes. As if what he said wasn't completely the truth.

He left and I let my head fall back on the sand, breathing hard.

I covered my face with my hands, blush creeping on my cheeks.

I had let him touch me.

Not only that, he had made me come. Only with his fingers. And the worst thing was that I'd let him a million other times if it was possible.

I couldn't resist him, he was right.

And I had stupidly accepted his foolish challenge.

Even though I knew there was a high possibility of him winning.

And me losing.

But would it be that much of a loss?