2. Missing Him
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As fate would have it, Serena never got the chance to meet her mate another time at the clinic. And she was more than simply upset by that, she was annoyed and feeling disturbingly vulnerable. He wasn’t the most welcoming about them being mates, so it was no wonder that she wouldn’t be in her best spirits.
Back at the palace, she had always been a sheltered little princess. And when she was allowed out of that damned prison – thanks to her brothers – she started being more and more independent. She had never been a whiny b***h, or a clingy girlfriend to any of the men she dated or bedded… but Gregory turned her into a needy and vulnerable woman in a matter of seconds.
The worst part was her inability to move on from their meeting. His words replayed in her mind often at the most inappropriate of times, distracting her and saddening her in equal measures.
And the cherry on top of the cake was how her inner beast now wanted no one but the damned warlock.
Simply put, she missed him greatly even though he expressed how he didn’t care for a mate.
It was not logical to miss someone you barely know… but then again, the mate bond was anything but logical – it was magical, otherworldly, and nearly impossible to figure out.
And thus, to forget about him, she decided to go clubbing on Friday night.
She didn’t have many friends despite being a bubbly and easy-going person, and they were both busy. And thus, she went alone.
Being a dragon princess, it would have been safer for her, and also better for her brothers’ peace of mind, to be escorted by bodyguards everywhere.
But she had won that argument.
For starters, as a dragon, it was really hard to get drunk. Besides, although she was woman, she wasn’t the defenseless type. Years of training and telekinesis had forged her strength.
She wore a short strapless black dress. Not only a woman could never go wrong with a black dress, but it also matched her state of mind – she was in a brooding-s***h-sulking mood.
Indeed, she had received a report from the private detective a few hours earlier, and it wasn’t a pleasing one. She guessed she shouldn’t have relied on a human private detective for what she needed to know. She needed other underhanded methods.
“Enough thinking about him… It is time to party!” She told herself merrily, trying to cheer herself up.
The club’s lights were dimmed, fitting for sensual moves on the dance floor. It was also loud and packed.
She was in no mood to act like any woman her age and wait in line. Instead, she used her connections to get in as soon as she reached her destination – Club 25.
In Club 25, the patrons needed to be at least twenty five years old to get in, and needed to be on their best behavior, drunk or not.
She had barely sat on a stool when a man approached her.
“Aren’t you looking edible tonight, love!”
He was tall, dark, and handsome. Brown eyes – the color of melted chocolate – and luscious lips greeted her.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Are you saying I don’t usually look edible, Benjamin?”
“I would never dare to say such a thing,” he shook his head and raised his hands in surrender, even as a smirk played on his lips.
“Why the foul mood?” He asked as he beckoned the bartender over.
He got her drink along with his usual scotch.
“I’m not in a foul mood,” she denied after a sigh.
“Really now? You may have fooled and charmed every man present with your fake smile, but not me,” he retorted matter-of-factly. “I know you better than that.”
“I met my mate,” she told him.
He nodded, “I sense a but coming.”
“He basically rejected me,” she looked ahead, focusing on the bartender for some time. “Well, it’s not me he doesn’t want in particular. He just never cared for a mate.”
“No dragon is stupid enough to want to spend so much time alone,” Benjamin frowned.
“True. But he’s not a dragon. He’s a warlock,” she retorted as she placed her chin on her hand, and the elbow on the bar.
“Oh, my bad,” he said only half apologetically.
“No worries,” she told him with a wry smile.
“You got a plan?” He then asked.
“None,” was her frustrated answer. “How about we discuss this another time? I’m here to have fun tonight.”
“Sure,” the werewolf nodded curtly.
“Thanks!” She told him softly.
“Anytime,” he flashed her a dazzling smile which she couldn’t help but mirror – even if weakly.
Oh, how easy it would have been to fall for this werewolf in front of her!
Oh, how much simpler her life – love life – would be if he had been her mate!
They were not exactly friends but they did care for one another on some level. Okay, they did more than just care about one another. They had each other’s back in a city where they both lived alone for all intents and purposes. They also often indulged in carnal pleasures when neither one of them was romantically involved.
Oh, how easy it would be to lose herself to the pleasures of the flesh and try to forget about her damned mate.
She truly shouldn’t. She felt it wouldn’t be right.
And yet, by the time the night ended, she had her legs wrapped around Benjamin’s strong thighs, their lips joined and their tongues battling in a dance as old as time itself.
She might regret what just occurred when morning came.
But for now, she needed this. Benjamin’s lovemaking was as always sweet and yet raunchy at the same time.
Indeed, he took his time to worship her body and drive her wild with need, but would not give her the completion she most desired until she begged.
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