THE DRAGON KING AND HIS OMEGA

Chapter 3

Belle felt a pull towards the yellow eyed man, whose eyes were golden brown today that she couldn't understand. Was this normal to everyone that claimed to be in love? But she wasn't in love yet, she didn't even know if she liked him, all that she knew was she wanted to be close to him.

The man had an intimidating look. But she wasn't bothered. Why was he so authoritative? Was he related to the obnoxious king? She waved the thoughts off when she found herself in front of him.

"I trust you are well?" Even her voice sounded hopeful that he would give her an answer, but the man just stared.

"Which name do you go by?" She asked further. The man continued to stare at her. He turned to walk away when her hand caught his arm. It was reflex, she just wanted to talk to him, know him, be with him, not touch him. And what she got from touching him was anything more than words can describe. A single touch sent direct sensations to her nether regions. Belle wanted to cry, but she didn't know how. She ached so bad, she didn't know why and what she could do. So, she gripped him again, with her other hand, hoping for more, but it was still thesame, if anything, it grew worse.

Belle slowly removed her hands and lowered her gaze. The man looked around, to make sure no one was around because of the wicked ways he planned for her. When he was certain no one was around, he turned to the woman his life depended on and gripped her hand.

Belle was surprised, but she was pleased, immensely. Her body was happy too, judging by the pure ecstasy in her eyes. She watched her handsome stranger stare at her for a second. She watched how his eyes, trailed down her face, stopping at her lips. She edged more towards him. What was wrong with her? What was she doing? But she couldn't stop herself, not even when she felt his warm hand slipping inside her skirts. She wanted to stop him, she even attempted to grip his hand, but he simply removed her tiny hands and continued. He pushed past her gathers and slipped his hand inside her shift. They were skin to skin now. Belle's mouth was hung open, for pleasure unable to cry out properly. When she felt his cold fingers caress her mound, she bit into her soft lips to stop herself from crying out loud from the immense pleasure she felt.

His cold gaze slowly turned into a warm one. She, herself, felt the barrier he put up crumble to ashes around him as he watched her eyes roll in pleasure. Meanwhile, Thomas was trying so hard, to keep himself from plunging his length into her. He had gone a hundred and thirty years without a woman's warm touch, without thencaress of the woman's mound. His dragon almost went crazy when he felt her liquid emanating from her triangle. He needed more, but he couldn't frighten her. So, instead, he pushed a digit of his finger inside her warm oven. He watched the play of pleasure on her face and how she tried to stop herself from this feeling.

He plunged another digit inside her. Belle gasped from pain and pleasure. She enjoyed it, immensely, but she disliked it, immensely too. She gripped the material of his black cloth, so hard she the she would tear it. Thomas didn't mind. He was happy to give it to her. Hell, his southern pole was happy too, with the way it danced and stood at attention in his trousers.

The couples inched towards each other. Each, eyeing each others lips, wanting a taste. Sge licjef her lips as she gently rolled her hips, to get more of his pleasure. Thomas knew he couldn't kiss her, not like that. Not when she was this vulnerable against him. He knew if he had a taste, there was no going back. He had to do it the proper way. Not like that. He couldn't disrespect her.

At thesame time, as if cold water was poured on Belle, she remembered her mother. She remembered what they had been through. Her mother didn't deserve this. Herself deserve more than this. So, she pushed him away. Her small hands piunded on his chest. At first, he didn't realise, he was lost in the heated pleasure, till he saw the confusion and urgency in her eyes. He slowly removed his hands and lowered her skirts. All through these, he never took his eye off her. He raised his fingers to his nose, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the aroma of her arousal. His dragon was pleased too. His golden eyes became a bright yellow. He slowly licked his fis fingers dry under her watchful gaze.

Just then, a voice cleared. Belle was caught off guard. She quickly whipped around to see who it was and found Mr. Lockhart standing in one of the far end corners of the garden. There was no expression on his face. She was relieved to see him not spearing a glance at her. Thomas on the other hand, didn't take his eyes off her as he continued to wipe his fingers clean. Belle was outrageous! How could he keep doing that when someone was there? He wanted everyone to know what had happened?

"What is it?" For the first time, Belle heard his voice. It wasn't what she expected. It was far better than what she expected. His voice was deep, yet calm and serene. He sounded as if he took his time to calculate the capacity of his words before he uttered them.

Thomas was still looking at Belle. He was still captivated by her. He didn't know the Dragoness could find him such a beauty, even he, himself, was having a hard time taking his eyes off her. He was more impressed her desire and raw passion. He was pleased. His dragon was pleased too.

"Sorry to disturb you sire. The members of the Parliament have been waiting for hours now, my lord?"

Sire? My lord? Parliament?

Belle was confused! What did he mean? Was this man the Kings uncle? Or his son? He was probably the King's son, she thought to herself. But then, Danny never said anything about the King having a son! Belle was confused but kept mute and watched them. She watched as Mr. Lockhart retreated his steps before turning his back on the man. So much sign of respect, who the bloody hell was this man? Why did Mr. Lockhart pretend he didn't know her? After all, just minutes ago or was it hours now, he had asked her to introduce him to her friend. The man still stood at his place, he acted as though he wasn't just told people had been waiting for him for hours. So, he was arrogant, Belle thought.

The man slowly came towards her. This time, Belle felt a tugging of her heart. But she acted as though she didn't know what her heart was telling her. The yellow eyed man slowly lifted his hand, those same hands he used just minutes ago in places she chose not to think about right now pulled the stranded blonde hair behind her ears. Their gazes struck. Yellow against brown. To Belle, it felt he was watching her innermost secret and soul. And she was right. That was what Thomas was doing. He watched her soul, saw her memories and found her secrets, the secrets she was hiding.

He nodded his head. Indeed, it was her. She was the one Golden Dragoness had talked about. He saw how she wanted him without knowing who he was, how she craved him. He was pleased, immensely. He wasn't misguided by his own predicaments. Thomas was happy, his time for happiness in this lonely world had come.

"Thomas."

Belle was confused. Her name wasn't Thomas, was he telling her about her father? Was he a fortune teller?

"Thomas Nathaniel Dalfour. "

Belle understood now, what he meant. She nodded her head, pleased he at least answered her. He didn't turn himself to a deaf and dumb cow at least! So his name is Thomas, she thought, just like the King. She wondered why the King named his child after himself. She found it, rather odd. Why name your child your name? All though this while, Thomas listened to her thoughts. He felt like telling her he is the King, but then, he wanted to watch how her stupidity will end.

Belle couldn't wait to tell Danny that she met the King's son, Thomas Dalfour...That was when everything kicked in. Belle's eyes widened by more than a fraction. She looked as if she wanted the ground to open to swallow her up. She was terrified. Thomas knew she was terrified. Her fingers shock. She tried to hide it by gripping her red skirts. She looked at anything but Thomas. She was embarrassed too! She couldn't believe she had touched him and had allowed him to touch her in inappropriate places. What was all these? What rubbish was this?

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run and hide. She wanted to leave the castle. She wanted to go home to mama. God! She couldn't tell mama what she did this night, she wouldn't even dare risk it. Mama would pull her hair out of her skin cells if she told mama she allowed the cursed king to touch her!

The king was amused. For years, he went by with a straight face, then this beauty comes along and amuses him in minutes. He smiled at what his people called him. He couldn't resist talking about it.

"Is that what they call me? The cursed king?" He emphasised on the cursed.

Belle watched him, unsure of what to think. Where did he hear that from? Then she realised, the King in front of her could hear her thoughts. She kept her mouth shut and remembered that this is the king of Gravenhurst. There were rumoured stories of the king being ruthless and wicked. Of course, that is what started all this curse. So, Belle wisely curtsied, keeping her head lower to show maximum respect.

"Forgive me my lord, for behaving wanton and having disrespectful thoughts in my head. I hope you forgive me my lord."

He smiled, for the first time in years. Did she think he would punish her? He couldn't, even if he tried to. This woman is his saving grace. His only grace. He couldn't hurt her. Only her. He liked looking at her below him, it made him think of other situations that could have her below him. He had to have her, quick and fast, using the right ways of course.

"Rise."

Belle slowly rose, still keeping her head low. Thomas couldn't look in her eyes now. He couldn't read her thoughts. He wanted just a peep at her thoughts again. When it was certain she wasn't going to look up, Thomas decided to leave.

"Enjoy the rest of the ball."

Even his footsteps was calculated. He moved with so much energy, dignity and power. Belle's eyes followed his every movement till he disappeared behind the bronze doors that had opened for him. When Belle was finally alone, the reality of what she had done hit her. She had to disappear, fast. This is the king they're talking about, they had to go to another village outside of Graveney, anywhere safe that he couldn't find her.

Belle's image blured as she remembered how he licked her nectar. She blushed, using her hands to cover her face. She shamelessly admitted to herself that she enjoyed it and agreed that she wanted it. But, this was all too dangerous. She picked up her skirts and ran, making her way back to the ballroom. She needed to find Danny fast. She needed mama. She and to tell her the gravity of what she had done. And she needed to do it now!

Unknown to Belle, she could never run away from him, not when he had her within his hands. She was going to be his, and she would rule beside him for years!