“Please, Draekon.... Just take me.” Vaelora begged.
"I can't."
"Then leave!! Get out!!" She crashed out, a mix of anger and frustration in her voice. Her emotions were fueled by the desperation that the heat stirred within her.
In that moment, Draekon deliberated between walking out of their chambers or staying back and eventually taking her.
He was never one to be morally conscious. On a normal day, he would have milked the opportunity and f****d her. Stopped her from leaving him. From conquering him.
But now, he just couldn't stop thinking about the hurt in her eyes, when she had walked in on his discussion with his father the previous night.
Mustering the will power, he swiftly got off the bed, throwing on his pants and robe like a cat being chased.
He mindlinked Rebekah and Dan
