The Dragon King and His Human Mate

16. Not My Goddamn Mate

| Vladimir | 

"Vladimir let me down! Right now!" Anastasia struggled to get free from my arms however it's not like she could when my arms were firmly gripping her body in bridal style. "You big stupid dragon don't you even dare thinking of—" but she didn't get to finish as I threw her into the water pool down the waterfall and myself after her, after she had annoyed me for a good half an hour with her pouting lips and stubborn attitude. She did deserve it. "What the hell Vladimir?" She shouted, struggling to keep her head out of the water and throwing water angrily at me. "It's not even sunrise yet, I'm freezing. Not everyone is a hot walking dragon."

"So I'm a hot walking dragon, right Anastasia?" I quirked an eyebrow at her and loved how she only now realized how it had sounded.

"You know what I meant." She rolled her eyes.

"This?" I slipped my arms around her waist and flushed her in my strong big chest. Having her in my arms after three long weeks of torture not touching her was making me f*****g needy everywhere.

She narrowed her eyes at me, however I loved the way her body shivered, and not because of the cold water. "W-what are you doing?"

"Warming you? Since you claimed you were freezing and I was a hot walking dragon?" I expected her to relax under my body but strangely she still struggled to get away from me. Which made my dragon go instantly mad inside my head. "Anastasia?"

"I should get out." Her eyes didn't meet mines as she spoke. "I should—" I covered her lips with mines in an almost rough kiss. Like I wanted to show her she shouldn't get away from me. No, she couldn't.

That thought almost scared me but I knew what I wanted. What my body wanted. And what the dragon under my skin wanted too.

Nonetheless, when I thought she'd give up and surrender to my kiss, she broke it and got away from my body. Losing her proximity only made my heart ache even more.

"Why?" I asked, my voice almost bitter. It hurt so goddamn much watching her not wanting me. Pushing me away like that.

"Because I don't want you to kiss me." She lied. Yes that was indeed a lie. The way her body reacted even under a simple touch of mine was insane.

I grabbed her chin, maybe a little harsher than I intended to. "Yes you do," I demanded and crushed my lips on her sweet ones once more. This time she definitely wouldn't be able to push me away.

Yet for my utter and biggest surprise, she did. "No I don't." This time she looked me straight in the eyes as she spoke. Her beautiful hazel eyes doing things to my body. "Because it's much easier pushing you away first that bearing with you pushing me away when you think about..." she hesitated for a second, "...Cordelia." I stopped breathing when she mentioned her name. Was this what Anastasia really felt when I pushed her away?

She got out of the water and so did I after her. But once she tried running away from me I grabbed her wrist. "I wasn't about to push you away," I said in a low, almost pained voice. I was so f*****g desperate for her. "Hell Anastasia don't you get it? I can't push you away anymore. I've become addicted to you." I lowered my lips on her neck. Brushing my lips on her beautiful velvety skin, leaving little kisses there as I saw her throw her head back.

Oh she was so breathtaking like that, not being able to resist me. Making sweet little noises that she probably didn't even know she was making. I wanted nothing more but to take her right there. Be inside her. f**k her. Make love to her. Hell even mark her. Claim her mine. Just like I had wanted since the first time my eyes had laid on her almost lifeless body at the surface of the ocean.

"Then that's a grave mistake, Vladimir," she whispered, regaining control of her body. "Because I'll go away from here. I'll go back to where I came from."

I froze, letting go of her body like it had burned the palms of my hands. "You'll- what?" I choked out. She looked down at her trembling hands and didn't say a word more. We had talked for hours the past few weeks yet she had never once mentioned leaving, to the point I had started thinking she was getting used, living here. With me. Which I realized now that was never going to happen. "Then go." I couldn't hide the anger and bitterness in my voice. Not that I tried at this point. "f*****g go Anastasia, I don't care!" I shouted, catching her completely off guard. "I've lived alone for years, did you really think I f*****g cared if you stayed or not?" I laughed. Oh I was so good at laughing at my pain that she wouldn't even be able to realize how much I was hurting.

Not that she would care.

She was f*****g leaving.

You don't leave someone you care about.

Anastasia seemed to be taken aback by my outburst. "You don't?" She asked, almost like she was expecting me to say otherwise.

"Damn yes I don't. What did you think, you're not my goddamn mate." Well that hurt me much more than her, for that I was sure.

She gasped and then threw me an angry look. "Thank god I'm not!"

If I could punch someone right now, I definitely would. Not only punch someone, actually. I wanted to burn down the whole place. The whole damn island.

Nothing had hurt my dragon more than this. Absolutely nothing.

"You know what, why don't I help you get out of here? Built a goddamn big, safe boat for you to go to your kingdom you love that much. The sooner the better." I frowned at my own words. What was this wrong with me? What was I saying? I didn't want her to leave.

And she looked hurt. So so hurt.

"Oh thank you. I'd really appreciate that." The irony so obvious in her voice. "You know what I'll remember you when I slip under the sheets of my big bed. And wonder how did I waste that much time not asking you to help me sooner."

I clenched my jaw tightly, realizing we had come to the point we were literally shouting to each other like crazy people. "And I'll remember you when I finally don't have someone around who talks all the time like a spoiled child."

"Like a spoiled child?! How do you dare you—" however my human body slowly starting to change under the first rays of sunshine stopped her from finishing whatever she was thinking of cursing me. "First thing tomorrow morning, you start building that damned boat and I go out of here as soon as I can."

"Damn right."