Burning Hearts

Chapter Nine

Casen

I encouraged Orien to leave soon after dinner. I wanted him to find her. I need her now more than ever. I won’t let my father’s plans for me and Ainsley happen. I’ll leave if I have to. I don’t want to leave my mystery girl, but I won’t marry Ainsley either.

I loaded my gaming system to play games. It was the only distraction I could think of while I waited to hear from Orien. Some mindless first-person shooter or fighting games may just help get some of the added aggression out a bit too. I wish I could just fly off for a while, but I’m certain my dad would find out.

My phone chimed almost near midnight. I looked at the text message.

Orien- Her name is Tana.

“Tana.” I tried out loud. I let her name roll over me.

Me- Is she going to contact me? Was she with another guy?

Orien- I don’t know. She seems a little nervous about contacting you. She was by herself. She turned guys away. I think she was looking for you.

Me- I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you bro.

Orien- I know and I’ll collect soon enough.

Me- Fair enough.

Orien- I got to get up early so I’ll see you at school.

Me- Okay and thanks again.

I stood and spun in my sitting room. I know her name. She knows my name. Now, I’ll just have to wait to see if she is going to contact me. Please, please powers that be have her contact me.

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I kept checking my phone. I couldn’t concentrate on my classes. I just want Tana to call me or text me. I don’t care which way. Maybe I should have given her my email? Email? My brain kind of scoffed at me as if to say I was an id*ot.

“You, okay?” Orien asked. “No, Tana hasn’t contacted me.” “Give her time. Maybe she goes to school like us. Maybe she works. I am certain she’ll contact you.” “How can you be so sure?” “Gut feeling.” “I hope your gut is right.”

Our conversation didn’t prevent me from constantly checking my phone. I wished Orien had gotten her last name. Maybe I could look her up on social media. I could message her there. See more about who she is and her life. You’re not allowed to have social media. Yeah okay.

The rest of my Halloween was shot. I would have loved to go to the club dressed up and have fun. Maybe Tana would go. Images of her in a s*xy anything costume consumed me as Orien drove us back to my dad’s place. The doubts began to consume me just as quickly.

I may be a dragon prince, but she doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know that my dragon has perked up ever since having her. He wants her just as much as I do. I don’t know what I’ll do if she rejects me or never contacts me. She could avoid going to the club and how would I find her then? She definitely isn’t handing out business cards with her information on them.

Ainsley bombarded me as soon as we walked through the door. “There you are. Where have you been?” Is she a moron? We brushed past her to the stairs. “Answer me.” She demanded as she followed us up the stairs. I turned on her.

“Leave me alone.” I snarled. “No, we are supposed to get to know each other. I’m going to be your wife someday.” “I’ll never marry you. I don’t care what my father commanded. You should just go home now.” I growled menacingly at her. “I’m staying. I was promised I would be a princess and you will just have to learn to accept that.”

I opened the door to my sitting room and entered. Orien was close on my heels, but so was Ainsley. I pushed her back by holding my hand out to prevent her from entering. “These are my rooms. You are not welcome in them.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted while I slammed the door in her face and locked it.

I could still smell Ainsley through the door. She smells like a sickly lavender scent that isn’t calming or soothing. It is overpowering and makes you want to throw up. I needed to get out of here and away from her.

“Let’s go through my bedroom. I need air training like now.” “Yeah, her scent is making me sick.” “Overpowering sickly lavender scent?” I asked. “Mixed with an unpleasant dirt smell.” I took a deeper sniff and regretted it immediately. Orien was right. I quietly opened my bedroom door that led to the hallway. Ainsley was standing with her hands on her hips staring at my door.

“We may need to run.” I whispered to Orien. He nodded. I opened the door, and we booked it. Orien took the lead, and I followed him to the woods. Ainsley was still chasing us. When we hit the deep part, we changed fast and shot into the air.

I looked down and Ainsley screeched from the woods. I’m grateful she hasn’t gotten her dragon yet. At least I know I can escape her now if I’m in the air.

Orien and I trained, but then he flew towards his place. We landed and changed back into our human forms. “We can train here today,” Orien said. “That’s good.” “At least she can’t follow you into the air.” “That is a blessing.” I replied.

“I want to know why her smell changed. It was awful.” I queried. “Maybe she’s starting to gain her dragon self. I don’t know. But it is horrid, and you will not be able to be with her with her smelling like that. I’m certain.” Orien tried to reason. “Could any dragon handle it?” I asked. “I don’t know, but there may be a dragon out there for her that likes her scent.” I shrugged my shoulders at his assessment.

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I haven’t heard anything from Tana for the past couple of days. I’ve started to lose hope. I sat on my couch watching whatever I clicked on. It has been daunting avoiding Ainsley. I really want Tana. She probably moved on. I’m sorry heart.

My text chime sounded off. I didn’t want to look at it. Orien was probably just checking in with me. He’s the only one who can kind of understand what I’m going through. I feel like I’ve gone through a break-up and, technically, we just hooked up.

I leaned over to my coffee table and picked up my phone to tell Orien I was fine. I don’t need him to worry more about me. I swiped my phone open, and it fell from my hands and onto the floor. I scrambled to find where it went when I spied it under the couch. Luckily, the floor is carpeted, and my phone was alright.

I took a deep breath and responded. I couldn’t believe it. She contacted me. Tana finally got in touch with me. I greeted her and told her I didn’t think she would contact me. I asked her how she was. I felt foolish to ask how she was.

Tana- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would want me to contact you after leaving you that night. I know what your friend said, but still. I’m fine though. How are you?

She didn’t think I would want her to contact me. She was mistaken. I had to know why she left that night. When she responded with the fact that she had to work, my doubts lightened. She had a reason. I talked with her about dance. She doubted herself, but I know she will nail her final exam. I wish I could help her with it. She needs to know I have confidence in her.

Me- Trust me, you are good enough. Talking about dance makes me want to dance with you again. On the dance floor and in bed. Tell me you want that too.

I need to know where she stands. Does she want me like I want her, or has she moved past me? She didn’t respond right away. I almost regret wanting her to tell me now. I may be pushing her too fast.

Tana- I want that.

That was it. I pressed to call her. I need to hear her voice. “Hello.” “I missed your voice. I wish I could be there with you wherever you are. I can’t stop wanting you. I have never wanted a girl like I want you. You’re like a fire and I am a moth to your flame.” I laid it out for her before I could stop myself.

“Um.” She cleared her throat. Sh*t I moved too fast. Well, I already have my foot on the gas. “Try something with me.” “What?” She asked me. “Have you ever had phone s*x?” “No.” I should have figured that out with the fact she was a virgin until she met me.

“I haven’t either, but I want to try it with you. I want to hear you. I need that.” “What should I do?” I stood and wanted to jump for joy, but I didn’t want to concern her. “Put me on speaker phone. Are you dressed?” “Yes, I’m sitting on my bed.” “F*ck” I let out the whisper before I could control it. “Take your clothes off and I’m going to take mine off.”

I made my way into my bedroom. I had put my phone on speaker too. I grabbed at my shirt and pulled it off. I followed quickly with the rest of my clothes. I climbed into my bed.

“I’m done.” Images of her naked body assaulted me. “Me too. Get comfortable.” “I am.” “Close your eyes and touch your br***ts. Imagine my hands and mouth are teasing and giving you pleasure. I closed my eyes and remembered how it was to lick, suck, and nip at her br***ts. My hand reached for my d*ck.

I could hear her breathing pick up pace. “Pinch your n*p**e.” She moaned. I felt it all over my skin. “Yes, just like that Baby.” I stroked myself a little faster. “I’m lining myself up with your entrance. I’m parting your folds and sliding into your beautiful body. Touch yourself.” I commanded her.

Her breath hitched and she panted. “How many fingers do you have in your perfect p**sy?” “One.” She panted. “Add another. Feel me f**king your tight p**sy.” I grunted as I gripped my d*ck harder and remembered what it felt like to be inside her body.

Her moans and pants came in sync with my grunts. “Yes Baby. Ahh, you feel so good. Are you close?” I moaned. “Yes.” I wouldn’t last much longer. “Play with your cl*t I want you to c*m with me.” “Ha, ah, yes.” She moaned. I felt a jolt go through me. “That’s it. F*ck, yes, c*m for me.”

She cried out and soon it was muffled as if she put her hand or arm over her mouth. “I’m c**ming.” I roared as ropes of my c*m shot all over my chest. I breathed heavily. “Are you still there? I rasped because of my roar. I heard a change in the sound. “I’m here.” She must have taken me off from speaker.

“That was insanely hot. I’m going to figure out a way to get away to meet you as soon as I can. Say you’ll be my girlfriend. I don’t want to lose you to another guy.” I waited a couple of beats with bated breath. “Okay.” She replied softly. I was elated. She agreed to be mine. Well, my girlfriend. It is a start though.

We talked as I cleaned up from the mess I made of myself. I told her about growing up in America. She was vague about her childhood, only saying she lost her mom when she was eleven to a house fire. My heart ached for her.

I was lying against my pillows. “Are you falling asleep?” Her speech was slowing down and getting softer. “No, no.” She mumbled. I chuckled. “Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I kissed my phone receiver. “Sweet dreams Baby. Thanks for texting me.” She made a noise and I smiled. I could hear her snoring lightly within the next few seconds.

She forgot to hang up. I listened to her gently snore for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and imagined I was holding her in my arms. “Good night.” I whispered before I ended the call. I haven’t felt this good in days and sleep claimed me thinking about Tana.