“Things are changing for us all, and it’s getting complicated. Sure you don’t want to run, kitty cat?” he asks, seductively in that panty dropping voice that I swear these dragons have mastered. I could run from everything and live a life in hiding. But I would always be running once I started, and I would be heartbroken. I know I would, I couldn’t leave them.
“I’m not running from anything anymore, especially not with how I feel. Life is so short, my life has taught me that, and it’s pointless to fight what is right,” I tell him, keeping my eyes locked with his. I want to make sure he understands every word. I will find a way to break the curse, to set them free and able to keep their dragons. Even if they don’t want me in the end, even if I die making sure it happens, I’m going to do it.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says, as he tilts my head to the side and kisses me. The kiss is slow and leisurely as he holds me close to him. I moan as his hands tighten on my hips, sliding towards my stomach slowly. Every kiss teases me to the point of begging him. His right hand flicks open my jeans, as he slides his hand slowly into my jeans, and underneath my lacy underwear.
“You’re a tease Dagan,” I moan, as his finger glides up and down my slit.
“I want to spend hours teasing you, learning your every reaction. What you like,” he rubs a finger around my clit making me moan out in pleasure as he whispers, “what you love, and what makes you scream my name.” He slowly slides one finger inside me, before taking it out, and adding another.
“Watch me as I pleasure you, I want you to remember this,” he demands, and I look at his eyes in the mirror, as he gets me closer and closer. So much passion, so much devotion is blazing in his eyes. He means every word, and I know after this, I will be his. I know I already was.
“Come for me, Isola, I want to see and feel you come,” he whispers in my ear as his thumb finds my clit, and his masterful hands send me over the edge. I moan out, keeping my eyes locked with his even though it’s difficult, and my body pressed against his. He keeps his fingers inside me as I calm down, enough to tilt my head, and look at him. I slide my hand to his belt, but he stops me with his other hand.
“No, beautiful,” he whispers slowly, removing his fingers, and stepping away. I watch breathlessly as he walks to the door.
“Don’t you want to?” I ask.
“Not yet, there are plenty of things I want to do to you before I finally get to be inside you, kitty cat,” he says with a seductive smirk, and walks out the room.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Isola
How was your exam?” Hallie asks, rubbing her forehead as we walk out the dinner hall where we have been writing our exams for the last two hours. I didn’t even see the point of trying to study for it, so I just drew the royal crest while I waited. I know I’m going to fail every class. The memories of being here for the last two years have nearly all gone, and all I remember are certain things, only the big things that happened. And that wasn’t much, or anything to do with school.
“Shit, I know I failed it, but it doesn’t really matter,” I reply, and she sighs.
“You’re lucky your parents aren’t on your case like mine. My dad would lose his shit if I failed,” she says, and I reach over lifting a bit of her hair.
“Is that why you dyed the tips red?” I ask. I've never really known why she changes the colour.
“Yeah, I thought it would give me some confidence with the exam and dealing with my parents,” she laughs sarcastically, “it didn’t.”
“I’m sorry,” I give her a side hug, trying to ignore the pangs of jealousy I feel. I wish my father was here to get angry that I didn’t pass a test. That we could do simple things like that. Yet, even when he was alive, he didn’t make much of an effort with normal things, because the crown came first. I remember reading a saying in a book once about becoming a queen or king. They say you give everything up for the crown, for the people you are chosen to rule. Maybe that was just the case with my father, he gave everything up in the end, even me.
“What happened yesterday after the hospital? You never said,” I ask as we keep walking towards the front doors of the school.
“Nothing, he was just being overdramatic,” she says, smiling tightly at me. I open the door, deciding not to call her out on lying to me. I really need to do some stalking of Hallie to find out what her father does. I literally have no idea from the clues she has given me. Something is going on though, and I need to know what.
“Hey princess, can I have a word?” Elias says, leaning against a pillar, putting a cigarette out under his boot. Does he ever stop smoking?
“Have fun,” Hallie winks, and walks off as I chuckle.
“What’s up?” I ask him after I walk over. He looks down at me, his blue eyes sparkling and drawing me in.
“A date, we are going on a date,” he announces.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re asking me,” I raise an eyebrow. I don’t like to be commanded to do anything.
“I’m not asking, you had one with Korbin, so I’m feeling left out,” he says playfully, stepping closer, smoothing his hands down my arms.
“That’s a shame, isn’t it?” I tease, “if you ask, nicely, I might go on a date with you,” I say, making him laugh.
“Isola Dragice, will you go on a date with me?” he asks, somehow making the awkward sentence sexy. Dammit.
“Where did you have in mind?” I ask.
Ice skating? Not what I expected,” I say as we walk around the corner and stop in front of the ice skating building. It has ice boots glowing green next to a sign that says “Skate for Ice.” A nice classic sign that I’m sure took someone hours to think up.
“You are an ice dragon, I’m pretty sure you like ice,” he whispers next to my ear, his lips lightly grazing them.
“Okay, I’m an ice dragon that’s never been ice skating,” I admit, making him laugh. He tugs me towards the doors of the building. We walk in, get our boots after Elias pays, and go to sit on a bench to put them on. There aren’t many people on the ice, or on the steps around it. It’s a small ice ring, with plastic protectors and rails all the way around. The place looks like it could use some new paint, and overall is not in the best condition, but I bet it doesn’t get a lot of visitors in this small town.
“Do you know how to skate?” I ask him, doing up the laces, and pulling them tight. I stand up slowly, wobbling a little even when I’m not on the ice. This is not going to go well.
“Maybe, I think so. I don’t know, my memories are a little hazy,” he asks, getting confused because he doesn’t remember what is real, and what is not. This is Melody’s fake memories messing with him.
“Let’s just go out, and see if you can,” I ask, and he stands up, not wobbling at all and reaches for my hand.
“Don’t pull me over if you fall, princess,” he requests and I know if I fall, he is coming down with me. This was his idea, not mine.
“I promise I will,” I say, grinning. I look away as we get to the ice, and let go of Elias to hold onto the rail. I slip straight away, grabbing the rail for dear life to make sure I don’t fall over and hurt my ass.
“Princess, need a hand?” Elias says behind me and I turn to see him skating around in circles. Show off. Of course he would be good at this.
“Nope,” I bite out, determined to do this myself. I can make ice, so surely I can skate on it? Right?
“Ahh!” I scream as I fall over after letting go of the bars, smacking my right side on the freezing cold ice.
“I got you, my stubborn pain in the ass,” Elias says, picking me up and putting me on my feet like I weigh nothing. He holds me close to him, both of us not moving.
“I’m not stubborn,” I point out, needing to say it.
“Yeah, princess, you are,” he says, and then moves back a little, letting me grab his arms with my hands.
“Okay, come forward two steps, and then just glide. And repeat. It’s easy, and I won’t let go,” he tells me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m not a kid,” I say.
“Oh, I know,” he says, his tone deeper and gruffer than before.