by Abella Ward
“Ella, this is the Draco’s Eye. As heir the Rothgar throne, I am the bearer of the Eye. So, when I first saw you back on Earth, this stone showed me you were my destined mate,” he said.
“Where did you get this thing?” she asked him curiously.
“The great Dragon Queen created it. Ella, we are Drakonaar. We can shapeshift into dragon form at will and our blood has magical healing powers, but we weren’t always like this. Legend says that thousands of years ago the Dragon Queen ruled the natives before my ancestors invaded this planet. Our species evolved when she mated with one of our ancestors all those years ago and produced the first hybrid Drakonaar: a shifter.
“Before she died, the Dragon Queen transferred all her magic and part of her soul into the blue stone. The stone was later secured in this silver band by her successor. To ensure that the Royal Drakonaar bloodline remained pure and the bearer worthy of its powers, the Eye could only be awakened by a woman who was a ‘true mate’ to the crown prince of the Rothgar throne.”
“What about your mother? She couldn’t awaken it?” she asked him.
“No, the Eye has been dormant for a few centuries now,” he explained. “The Enemy has already taken advantage of this fact and some of our planets are already at war.”
“And what happens if the Eye is awakened?”
“Once awakened, the bearer will have ultimate healing powers and they would become the most powerful ruler of the galaxy. Our neighboring planets have been under attack by the enemy and Iovis is threatened as well. It’s my duty to regain the power of the Eye so that I can end this war.”
“You have a great responsibility,” Ella said
“Yes... That’s why I need you to awaken it, Ella.”
She nodded and Darilth took her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. Gazing deep into her eyes, he recited an incantation and the stone glowed brighter. She gasped as bright fluorescent vines grew out of the stone and entangled their hands, binding them together. It was as if the vines were made of light. She could feel the strange energy that flowed through her. She could sense the strength of her bond with this man.
The vines faded and the stone stopped glowing. He let go of her hand then and stood up. He took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. She stared at him, her heart racing. He walked over to the table and poured two more glasses of wine. He knew she was nervous and didn’t want to rush things. He wanted her to relax. He wondered if she had been with a man before.
His long, straight hair fell over his back and his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved. He walked over to her slowly and handed her a glass. She took a sip and tried to calm her racing heart.
“Ella, tell me about your life on Earth,” he said, sitting close to her. She could smell his heady scent. It was distracting.
“I had an ordinary life there, Darilth. My aunt left me at the convent, abandoning me. Then, she forced me into taking vows of celibacy because she didn’t want me back. I was too much of an embarrassment to her because of my condition.” She paused and took another sip.
“The girls there thought I was the odd one. They called me the ghost,” she said, looking away as her tears threatened to spill over. “I had no friends, no family. I was alone, wishing for my life to change. Then, it suddenly did when you killed that warden,” she said. “Did you really have to kill her, Darilth?”
“Yes. She had stepped onto the force-field and was seriously injured. I couldn’t save her. I had to put her out of her misery,” he explained.
She drained her glass. The wine relaxed her a bit. She blushed at the way he looked at her – as if she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
“You are really young. You still have a lot to learn,” he said gently.
“I’m twenty-three. How old are you?” she asked.
“By the standard Iovis year, which is 400 days, I am three hundred and thirty years,” he said, amused.
“That sounds old. Strange, because you look hardly thirty,” she said, eyes wide with wonder.
“Yes, I’m quite old by your Earth standards,” he said, a smile playing at his lips. “We are immortals. That doesn’t mean we can’t be killed, but we live a long life: almost a thousand years.”
“Don’t you get weary of living that long?”
“Yes, sometimes we do, but only when we don’t have a reason to live,” he said, holding her gaze.
“Of course you have a reason to live,” she replied. “You are a Prince; you are responsible for your people.”
“I am deemed worthy only if I find a mate and produce an heir. Only then am I worthy of the throne.”
He looked at her long, ice-blonde hair, her eyes, her pale skin, and her perfectly rounded breasts. He put his glass away and pulled her into his arms, taking in the scent of her hair. She smelled like fresh morning dew. He stroked her face with his fingers. Her skin was soft as silk. Tipping her chin up, he looked deep into her eyes and kissed her, his mouth closing at a perfect angle as his other hand cupped her breast. She tensed immediately and he pulled back.
“Relax, Ella. Let me please you tonight. Tell me how you like to be pleasured,” he said in his low deep voice.
“I-I’m a virgin,” she said, blushing furiously.
“I see,” he said. “Well let me take care of that. I’ll make this night special for you, my lady,” he said as a slow, lazy smile crossed his lips.
She smiled back and took in his exotic features. His dominant brow was devoid of hair and adorned by subtle ridges that faded into scales all the way to his temples. She found them strangely attractive. No one before him had ever made her feel so special. She was beginning to like him. The way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her – tender and intimate, deep and passionate. It was as if he could bare his soul with a simple kiss, making wild desire course through her veins. It was more than she could have asked for.
She wanted to kiss him again. It was as if she felt a fervent longing awaken within her – a deep carnal need that she hadn’t known existed until now. It was a need born out of years of rejection and deep loneliness. She was surprised at herself, feeling this strong pull toward him. It was more than lust. It was a bond forged out of the emptiness of two souls. A bond that could fill the void only by accepting the other.
He could see that the wine had warmed her blood and calmed her nerves. Her eyes were clear as water, reflecting her innocence. She was pure like a fresh lily that had bloomed with the first rays of the sun. The scent of her arousal was so intoxicating that it was hard for him to resist. Desire raged through his blood, making his pupils turn to slits.
I can’t wait a moment longer... Claim her! his inner dragon begged.
“Your eyes,” she gasped.
“You have aroused my dragon, Ella.” His voice was deep and low and he saw she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Without another thought, he claimed her mouth, teasing her lips apart. She yielded and wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue invaded her mouth, ravaging hers with a longing that took her breath away.
He pulled her up into his arms and made her stand close to him as he peeled her dress off her shoulders. It slipped to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stood naked before him, only in her lace panties, no longer shy as he admired her full breasts and perfect curves.
“Ella, you are a beautiful woman.” His voice was hoarse as he traced the length of her slim waist with his strong hands. He claimed her mouth as one hand cupped her breast and the other caressed her lower back. His thumb teased her nipple, it hardening at his touch. At the same time, his tongue grazed hers inside her mouth, urgent and demanding. She moaned against him, tangling her fingers in his long, silky hair. His hand grabbed her butt and he pulled her closer, his groin crushing into her. The hard bulge strained against his pants.
They pulled apart as she gasped for breath. He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed. Then he quickly slid out of his pants and stood there naked before her. She admired the impressive lengt
h of his arousal with wonder in her eyes. He slipped into bed, pulling her on top of him as he trailed kisses down her neck. Reaching her breasts, he ran his tongue over her nipples and sucked them gently one by one. She let out a cry of pleasure, her whole body tingling with sensation. It was all so new for her. She wanted more.
He placed tender kisses in between her breasts and then lower down on her flat belly. He peeled off her panties and gazed deep into her eyes to see her pupils dilate. His fingers reached down below and felt her soft sex. She wanted him to stop. No, she wanted him to go on! Her mouth went dry and her breath came in gasps.
She was so ready, as his fingers explored the dampness between her legs. He loved watching her face color as he touched her. His thumb gently rubbed her clitoris as he slipped a finger inside her.
She felt a jolt. Her whole body shuddered as he continued with his slow torture. Her back arching, his finger moved inside her in a rhythmic fashion as he rubbed her clit.
“Darilth! Please,” she screamed, unable to take it any longer.
He stopped and withdrew his hand. Her scent was sweeter than ever. Then, he entered her very slowly, filling her. Her eyes snapped open and she moaned loudly. Warmth engulfed him and he inhaled sharply, savoring the feeling. He pulled back and entered her again, slowly at first, then gradually building to a rhythm. She started moving her hips to match his pace. It was a slow, rhythmic dance of passion, intense to the core and eventually reaching its climax. He brought her to the edge with his passionate force and she felt like she exploded, falling apart in throes of orgasm, again and again. He silently came inside her, filling her with his alien seed.
Chapter Five
Revealing his Dragon
Ella woke up to a cold, crisp morning. The pale sunlight filtered in through the thick glass window. She blinked and wondered where she was. The tip of her nose was freezing, but her body felt warm. Darilth spooned her, one arm wrapped across her breasts protectively. She turned and gazed up at the handsome man, listening to his steady breathing. In the warmth of his embrace, Ella felt secure and strangely at peace. She bit her lower lip as she recalled the events of the night before. She still couldn’t quite believe that she was far away in another universe, thousands of light years away from the convent. She was married to a sexy alien who was a prince and considered her to be his true mate. She wondered if she were dreaming, but it was all real. Fate had brought them together.
She traced a finger along Darilth’s brow line. He stirred and opened his eyes.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said, planting a lazy kiss on her lips and pulling her closer. “Sleep well?”
She nodded. “Morning. Thank you for keeping me warm,” she said, smiling at him. He loved her beautiful smile. It lit up her blue eyes in a way that made him want to kiss her.
He got out of bed and stretched. She gazed at his well-built back, his silver-white hair flowing down his taut sinew. Once again, she wondered if she was dreaming.
He picked up her dress and cloak and walked over to her.
“Get dressed. I want to show you something,” he said, smiling at her. He watched her put on her dress and cloak. She wondered why he was still naked.
“Follow me,” he said, leading her toward one of the large windows.
“Aren’t you going to put on some...” she began.
“I want you to meet Mekarth,” he interrupted her.
“Who?” she asked.
“My inner dragon. Mekarth,” he stated.
The window slid open and a draft of cold wind hit her face. She wrapped the cloak tightly around her shoulders and followed him outside. Darilth walked out onto the wide terrace completely naked. He didn’t seem to notice it was freezing out here. He stood a few feet away from her and turned around until he faced her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her.
“I trust you,” she said.
“Okay, then. Don’t freak out,” he said.
In the blink of an eye, he shifted. Where Darilth had stood only a few seconds ago now stood a graceful white dragon. It happened so fast that the transformation escaped the human eye. She gasped and took a few steps back. The dragon towered over her and spread its leathery wings wide. Mekarth lowered his long neck so he could take a closer look at her. His head had a row of small horns rising from the brow line all the way up to his temples. Another row of horns adorned the center of his forehead, growing larger all the way down his spine and along his strong tail. His eyes were a deep sapphire blue with slit-like pupils. His nostrils were mere slits. Some pointy teeth showed trough his open mouth. His claws were big and intimidating, giving the dragon a potent presence. Ella could sense an aura of civilized grace, dignity, and icy strength that surrounded him.
“Hello, Ella,” Mekarth greeted her in his deep rumbling voice.
“H-hello. Where is Darilth?” she stammered and backed away.
“Ella, it’s me. Darilth and I are two sides of one being,” the dragon said. He saw the fear in her eyes. Tears streamed down her face and she trembled.
“P-please, bring him back,” she said.
What had she gotten herself into? She had slept with this creature, this beast. Sister Margaret’s sermon popped into her head of winged demons that lured men into sin.
Stop it! Stop it! She screamed inside, trying to ignore the insane voice inside her head. The voice that made her feel guilty about everything natural that she desired. She had married a man from another universe, a man who was a shifter. Yet, he was honest and gentle with her. He was her husband. She had not sinned and he was not a demon!
Darilth saw how frightened she was and knew she needed time to be able to accept his dragon. He shifted back and took her in his arms. She cried on his chest, clinging to him as if she was afraid she’d lost him.
“Hush, Ella, my love. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Mekarth is me. He is my other side. It’s like a manifestation of another consciousness within us,” he said gently, realizing how sensitive she was.
He took her inside and punched in commands at his panel. He put on a dark robe and settled on the chaise lounge. The maid came in, bringing them hot drinks and breakfast. Ella took a sip of the hot tea that Darilth gave her and felt much better.
“I’m sorry I freaked out,” she said in a quiet voice.
“It’s okay. Take these,” he said as he gave her the red breathing pills. She swallowed them with water as he watched.
“Darilth, the King will eventually find out about our marriage. What will you do?” she asked. She noticed he wasn’t eating.
“Listen to me, Ella. We will leave the castle tonight and you will come with me. Everybody will think you are my slave, but once we are on the R13, which is the moon closest to Iovis, we will be safe. The King doesn’t know the Eye has been awakened.”
“Why don’t you just tell him?” she said.
“I can’t. Right now I am still in exile and going against the King’s orders while I am under penalty is punishable by death,” he said as he watched her eat. “If anybody found out that we are married, they would kill us both.”
She stared at him wide-eyed. “What have you done, Darilth? You have put both of our lives in danger by marrying me,” she said.
“Ella, there’s no denying the legitimacy of our marriage. The Eye can be awakened only after the Crown Prince has married his true mate,” he said smiling. “I just have to persuade the King to let me come back. Don’t you worry, my love. I’m here to protect you. I’ll figure out a way to end this penalty. For now, you just enjoy your meal,” he said gently.
“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked as she took a morsel. The food tasted delicious.
“I will, but only after I stretch my wings and go for a morning flight. Would you like to go for a ride?” he asked her, amused.
“What? I’m not sure,” she said, still scared of his dragon.
“Come, finish up. I’ll show you,” he said, getting up.
Ella wasn’t looking forward
to it, but decided that if she truly wanted adventure, she might as well accept this challenge.
“Wrap this cloak tightly around yourself,” he said as he helped her into it.
They walked outside again and Ella felt the cold slightly bearable as the tea had warmed her up a bit. Darilth shed his robes and stood a few feet away.
“Okay. When I turn, you climb on my back and hold on tight,” he said.
Ella wanted to protest, but before she could, he shifted.
Mekarth stood before her once again. Ella froze. Mekarth gazed into her eyes and this time she felt as if she was in a trance. Adjusting the hood of her cloak, she took a deep breath and climbed onto his back. She wrapped her arms around his powerful neck and felt the smooth, scaly skin there. Mekarth walked toward the edge of the terrace, stretched his wings, and dove down.
Ella closed her eyes tightly as the cold wind slapped her face. Flapping his wings hard, the dragon rose higher and higher and soon flew over the ice-covered land and peaks. Ella opened her eyes and gasped. The view was breathtaking. The golden sun peeked out from behind the mountains. The bitter wind almost bruised her face, but, at the same time, the feeling was exhilarating. She held onto Mekarth’s neck tighter, her heart racing with a kind of joy she had never felt before.
It was almost midday when they returned to the castle and as soon as they got inside, Darilth was summoned by the King. Ella showered, changed into fresh clothes, and joined Darilth. He looked outwardly calm, but the anxiousness in his eyes betrayed him.
“There has been an attack by the enemy upon another neighboring planet and the King wants me to join the battle since I’m still here. I have arranged for transport, a maid, and a guard who will accompany you to my home. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to take you there myself, Ella.” He wished he could stay and escort her, but he didn’t want to defy the King right away. His father had entrusted Keralth to get the army ready for terrestrial battle on Iovis, as an attack was expected any moment.
“How long will you be gone, Darilth?”
“It might be a while, but you will be safe at my home. My housekeeper will take care of you,” he said.