The Red Diamond Dragon

Why Me?

Madeline

I stood looking around the beautiful bathroom. Unlike the rest of the house, the bathroom was done in soft tones with sandstone tiles, blues, and teals reminiscent of what I would imagine the ocean looked like. I set my small bag on the counter, pulling out a toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and Mascara. The only things I ever really needed. I also had a few hair ties I used when keeping my hair braided for work, and one clip currently holding my hair into place. I pulled the clip out, letting my thick hair cascade down almost to my waist, rubbing my scalp to ease the tension. I stared in the mirror for a moment. I always liked how my hair looked when it was down, but I was rarely able to leave it that way with working every day. I clipped my hair back up loosely to keep it out of the bath. I saw he had been considerate and locked the door for me. I stepped over to undress and touched the beautiful bathrobe again. It was heavy and soft at the same time. The color was a deep jewel-tone red. I don’t even know how I am going to thank her for these things. The bath smelled like fresh jasmine in the rain. This may be one of my new favorite things, I thought as I slid down into the tub. This tub was massive; I could stretch out completely in it, and the water covered all the way up to my chin. Baths were a rarity for me since I worked so much and could only take one when the family was away.

My mind drifted to Johnathan. He was so sweet, kind, and had been nothing but respectful. Even when he was touching me, I could feel he was giving me the choice to pull away or stop him, not that I wanted to. I can not get over how handsome that man actually is. Everywhere he touches, it feels like fire. Everyone always describes the mate bond as tingles, but this feels like a raging inferno burning him into my soul. When he touches me, I do not want him to stop. My mind began to wander over each touch we had. I thought about the romance books I had read and how they now seemed to pale in comparison to him. I wasn’t saving myself for anyone; I just figured I would never have a mate. Fear still lingered that this was all going to fall away. Johnathan had not given me any reason to doubt him, like I was. I sipped on the red wine he had left for me, watching the dark red liquid swirl in the glass. I felt relaxed and peaceful for the first time in...... I don't know how long. After a while, I finally stepped out of the tub and picked up the soft towel. It was huge and actually wrapped all the way around me, allowing me to dry off with ease. I brushed my hair and teeth, then pulled the towel off to reach for the nightie and froze. I caught my reflection in the mirror, my full-length naked reflection. I wanted to sit down and cry; I knew I wasn’t pretty and was fat. I had started to relax and was just deluding myself into thinking this could work. How long before he realizes I am not worth it and rejects me? A soft knock came at the door.

“Madeline, may I come in?” Johnathan asked.

I quickly grabbed the robe, tying it tight over my waist. “Yes, come in,” I unlocked the door, opening it slowly. “I’m so sorry I was taking so long, I am sure you need the shower as well…” I stopped short. His dark hair was still slightly wet, obviously he had showered. He was wearing only a pair of soft black pants, looking at me, concerned.

“You didn’t take too long, Madeline. I could feel your sudden distress and wanted to come and check on you.” He took my hand and sat on a chair, pulling me into his lap. I felt like a child, a small comfort reminding me of simpler times. Tears welled in my eyes. “What is wrong, Angel? Please be honest with me.” He asked quietly.

I didn’t know what to say or how to even start. I stared down at my hands, willing my tears not to spill. I didn’t cry very often anymore. I stopped long ago, after I learned tears were just what people were looking for. “Please talk to me,” He pleaded, rubbing his hand down my back. What did I have to lose? I had a great dinner and didn’t have a lot to pack, so if he rejects me, it's quick.

“I….I…. I don’t know how to explain it...... I know who you are by reputation. You are well respected in all of the packs. I have also heard for years all the women trying to be with you. You could have your pick of any of the women in all the packs, and yet the moon goddess stuck you with me. Is she trying to test you? Giving you someone like me? I just don’t understand. I’m afraid to want this life that I can not have,” I finally choked out.

He hugged me tight to his chest. "Angel, I want to be very clear. You heard about women wanting to be with me, but not me wanting lots of women. I want you, and even if the moon goddess had not blessed me with you. I would have sought you out at the ball. You are incredibly beautiful and kind. You had half my warriors ready to fight for you shortly after meeting you. I walked into the orchard after you had left, and as your horrible stepsister was leaving a verbal altercation with my warriors. I have never seen any of them so protective of someone they had just met."

I felt another wave of sadness roll through me. Everyone had been so kind to me, and I did not want them to have trouble over being friendly with me. I felt Johnathan sigh as he stood, keeping me in his arms.

He carried me into the closet and set me down in front of the large full-length mirror. His large body standing behind me almost made me look small. He reached his hand out, palm up. "Give me your hand, Angel." He said softly, watching me in the mirror. I placed my hand in his, and it looked so small next to his large hand.

"Look how perfect your small hand fits in mine. Do you see how large my hands are?" I nodded, staring at our hands. He moved both hands onto my shoulders. "I think you are perfect, and when you are ready, I will show you just how perfectly you fit me. Your luscious curves are made for my hands." I wanted to believe him so badly, but sadness still rolled through me. After a moment, he slid his hands down, cupping my large breasts. "A perfect fit." His voice was low and sensual, causing me to gasp. He continued by sliding his hands down around my waist. "Absolutely perfect." He whispered, bending down to slide his lips along the exposed part of my neck. I could feel my heart rate speed up as he slid his hands to my hips, using his large hands to grip me tightly. He spun me around to face him, sliding his hands under my thighs, he picked me up and placed me onto the center dressing table. He moved me like I hardly weighed anything. Johnathan pulled me against his hard body, both of his hands sliding into my robe and up my naked thighs. My breathing hitched as he stilled his hands on top of my thighs. Everywhere he touched left trails of fire. He kissed my neck and breathed in deeply. He leaned into my ear, and in a low breath, he said, "When you are ready, I will show you just how perfect every inch of your exquisite body is. I plan to slowly worship you until pleasure is the only thing coursing through you, and you beg me to stop." I felt a shiver rush through my heated body as he continued. "Then, one day, when you finally know your worth, I will f**k you right here on this table, just like this. In front of that mirror." I felt him push his hard c*ck against my core, making me want to moan in pleasure. "I more than want you, I crave you, Angel." He leaned in, kissing me again, and rocked against me until I moaned. He continued to grip my thighs, then carefully slid his hands under them and carried me back to the bathroom. Johnathan set me down and kissed the top of my head before leaving again.

I stood in the bathroom alone, my body and mind reeling from how intense his touches had been. After a few calming breaths, I made sure I was turned away from the mirror, and I slipped on the nightie. The soft fabric felt luxurious against my skin as I pulled the beautiful robe back on, tying it loosely. I brushed my long hair again just to give me a few more minutes to calm my mind.

Opening the door, I found Johnathan standing next to the beautiful stone fireplace. He was leaning against the mantel, the flickering light from the fireplace reflecting off his tanned golden skin, highlighting his massive frame and muscles. He seemed to be lost in thought.