Mate to a Dragon King

The Sexy Birthday Gift

The queen had tried for a male child, but after almost losing her life giving birth to her second daughter, she gave up on trying- The Ice Queen.

Erik's world stopped as the sexy goddess his dragon had just staked his claim on turned around, locking pretty hazel eyes with him.

Ah, the reason for his wet dreams.

He'd thought she looked exactly like the bride when he saw her profile but now, things were much more clearer to him and he'd thought she had to be the most beautiful lady he'd ever laid his claws on.

She was tall at Five foot Nine, having an hour glass figure that made her look like some sexy runway model.

His sexy runway model.

Her dress was body fitting and had an extremely provocative slit, a slit that exposed her golden brown calves and a smooth, well rounded thigh.

Damn those thick thighs.....

He had a sudden urge to pick that seductress and wrap her thighs around his waist.

Her breasts were out on display, such large and full rounded orbs that made his dragon roar with unsuppressed lust.

When he looked up at her face, he almost furrowed his eyebrows wondering how anyone could look like such a good meal.

Her face was love shaped and smooth, having fairly high cheekbones he found sexy. Her big cute eyes unsettled him though and for the fact it did he knew she was wearing contacts and might just be the heterochromic golden beauty from his dream realm.

Her silky shiny hair was raven and her dark eyebrows were arched and kinda full, giving her a serious expression when she was anything but serious. From the way her breathing had changed and the way her smell kept getting better and better, he was confident she was turned on.

Her nose was small and straight and her lips were pouty and full, taking an M shape that was overly seductive.

And that mole directly above her lips was definitely icing on the cake.

Her chest was heaving rapidly and her lips were parted and the cute thing about her was that she looked confused as to why she was aroused.

I am yours as you are mine....

He'd never seen skin so golden, so smooth and so perfect he decided he just needed to touch her, feel those sparks everyone spoke about.

If this feeling he got while he was near her would never stop, he certainly didn't want to stop having a mate.

Now if she would just let him touch her....

Nostrils flared and eyes narrowed in disgust, she stepped back and moved away from him her lips pressed in a firm line.

"Don't touch me you filthy old man!" She hissed, turning around and walking away from him.

His dragon growled and whined in his head while he widened his eyes at her retreating figure, wondering what went wrong.

He wasn't even bothered that she'd just openly disrespected him because he felt rather crushed at her behavior.

Passerbys had noticed and he had to signal his guards to let her pass through because they were all offended she had openly disrespected their king like that.

He ignored some stupid model walking towards him and thought about the way her anger made her look so hot.

Was it even okay he thought her voice was the sweetest yet deepest and seductive husk he'd ever heard?

She sounded like a strong leader and decided he really needed to investigate the hot headed witch.

By following her.

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Ignoring the pain in my chest, I decided I needed to have fun at the wedding while my sanity was in tact. Ignoring the fact that Mason was fooling around and introducing himself to everyone as an African prince, I decided to let off some steam by dancing.

The playlist was great and I guess I could manage to flirt with the handsome actor in front of me, even though my head was not into it.

Eyes on me.

I felt a pair of eyes bore holes into my back, staring and accessing me.

There were many different supernatural races here and people with different scents but one smell was standing out.

Rain and Pinewoods? Something so earthy?

Why did I love it so damn much?

My twin was coming towards me and I knew it, so I apologized to Todd or Tad and told him I couldn't say no to the bride.

Then he eyed one hot brunette passing by and smiled as though he understood.

"April?" Apryl tapped my shoulder.

"Uh huh?" I replied, turning towards her.

Then my whole world froze as I eyed the man standing in front of me.

Holy f*****g moley.....

H-how could anyone be so...hot? Handsome? Beautiful? Sexy? What word could I use to describe this piece of hotness?

Was it... Was it legal to be so damn attractive and was it even fair he was batting an eyelash at me?

He was insanely tall at 6'7 and although I'd seen taller men like the Night blood men, I'd never seen one so sexy.

Why was I so hot and bothered?

He was wearing a long designer's trench coat, one that must have cost a fortune. It was black on the outside and red on the inside, giving him the appearance of a fallen angel that was out to taint me with his deadly sins, f**k me while he told me how he'd been cast out of the heavens.

What the hell.....

He was broad shouldered I could tell, and looked to be a very muscular man that spent most of his time in a gym.

He was a dirty blonde haired man with beautiful brown streaks highlighting his hair. His beautiful blonde hair was definitely long as it was wrapped in a semi low man bun.

I could work with that.....

He had the most amazing electric blue eyes I'd ever seen, eyes assessing my curves, analysing and stripping me out of the clothes that was donned on my body.

He had on a well trimmed beard that only managed to make him look hotter and a moustache that called out to me so I could trace it with my fingers.

He was everything I'd never imagined in a man, with chiseled features, hollow cheeks and a jaw so strong it could probably break me in two.

His lips were full and rather deep pink, lips I knew could take me on cloud nine.

I clenched my sweaty palms and wondered how anyone could get me aroused without even touching me.

He'd noticed the symptoms of my arousal and his lips quirked up in a wry, very sexy smirk.

I couldn't help but lick my lips with lust and his eyes followed the movement of my tongue, a low growl leaving his lips and his eyes taking a reptile's pupil, his once blue orbs turned gold as he fought for control.

Dragon.....

I narrowed my eyes at the extremely handsome man in front of me, before darting my attention to his initials.

E.D.....

Apryl!!!

The girl was so damn crazy I couldn't even wrap my fingers around how anyone could be so annoying.

Why oh why did she introduce me to the dragon King?

The man I so fiercely hated?

The man I'm just finding out is hotter than my celebrity crush Toni Mahfud.....

How could anyone seriously be much more gorgeous than Toni???

I hated this biological reaction from my body endlessly and seriously, I needed to get out of here before I let this man ravish me.

He inched to touch me but I moved away, trying to be the sensible adult here and plus, I didn't want his filth on me.

"Don't touch me you filthy old man!" I hissed and turned on my heels, walking to the safest place possible.

Somewhere far away from him......

The guests of the wedding eyed me curiously and my father scowled at me, obviously annoyed with my insulting behavior.

But I didn't care about them, I cared about my safety from this dragon.

I raced to the lady's restroom, ran into it and put a hand over my chest, trying to calm my poor heart.

Be still, my heart.....

I was glad that the luxurious rest room was empty because I really didn't want anyone seeing me so flustered and with my guard completely down.

Thank my luck I was out of that suffocating hall.

I leaned over the sink, my head bent as I took deep breaths to calm myself.

But why was I so affected?

Why didn't I look into his face and not see Dante's wicked features?

Why were my twin buds still straining against the bra that confined them?

"Get your s**t together" I whispered to myself.

If only I'd gotten my s**t together earlier and noticed someone had just entered the restroom.

As soon as I heard the door shut and someone lock the door, my eyes flew open and I stood straight, wondering who could act so outrageously.

Black trench coat.

Shiny expensive shoes.

Blonde hair in a neat man bun.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?" I screeched, anger coursing through my veins.

How dare he?

"Language witch" he commanded with a stoic expression.

Voice so deep and husky....

Who created this man?

"I wouldn't be minding my language because you're such a cad" I hissed.

The King smirked at me and I worried my bottom lip with my teeth, trying to pretend like that sexy tipping of his lips wasn't so hot.

Why is it so hot in here....

He took long strides towards me and a small cowardly shriek left my lips as I slipped between the sinks, trying to put distance between the two of us.

"Stop- don't come closer" I whispered, my heart beat accelerating.

I needed to check my blood pressure later.....

But the impossible King wouldn't listen to me as he inched nearer, only two feet away from me.

Why was he so warm?

His eyes flickered with gold and I clenched my sweaty palms once more, looking down at the floor.

"What is your name, little one?" He asked, the shadow of his frame looming over me.

His voice was the sexiest music to my ears, his British accent so deep and commanding but yet simply so arousing.

I looked up defiantly into his eyes, daring him silently.

"What the f**k is it to you?" I snapped back folding my arms scross my chest.

His eyes followed the gentle push of my breasts and sadly, my pervert mind loved that he ogled me.

When common sense came upon me, I shielded my breasts from his ravenous graze shyly and a low disapproving growl left his lips.

"You're a Princess and yet you swear so much?" He mused, inching closer.

Big mistake from my side.

I shouldn't have slipped in between the sinks because like a deer caught in the headlights, I was trapped by the King.

"Can you just leave me alone and stop f*****g with me?" I grumbled, already annoyed by him.

"You need to stop swearing so much little one" he rasped softly, his breathe fanning my face as he placed both hands against the sink and trapping me completely.

"Or what?" I glared

His eyes that once held amusement now held something dangerous, unnerving and every bit intimidating.

"I'd have to punish you" he said lowly, only loud enough for me to hear.

My breathe hitched in my throat and my mouth went insanely dry, so dry it felt like an empty well or desert.

If I was wearing a bra then why were my n*****s so visible underneath my dress?

"Tell me, what is your name?" He whispered, pinning me to the wall with his intense blue eyes that flickered with gold.

"You'd have to find out" I replied lowly, still trying to hold his gaze when all I wanted to do was submit to this scary hot man.

"I like the chase little one, but I need something to work with until I find out." He husked, a small smirk on his lips.

"Do it yourself" I came back, feeling satisfied I might rile up this entitled bastard.

A low chuckle left his lips and he outrageously reached for my hand, encasing it in his large, rough one.

You know what they say about men with big hands....

Powerful Electric tingles shot up my palm and a small gasp left my lips as my eyes widened in fear.

What did the King do to me?

"Oh little one, what do I call you now?" He toyed with my hand, glowing and dangerous blue eyes still trained on me.

I lowered my gaze in defeat, unable to hold gaze with this scary man.

Then with his other hand, he held my chin softly and tilted it up, his electric blue eyes boring into me and shattering those poor contacts to pieces.

Something tells me he knows the real color of my eyes....

I tried to shake my head off his grip but he tightened his grip on my chin and arched a perfect full eyebrow at me as if daring me to defy him once more.

The man was so dominant I didn't even have it in me to fight him again.

Seeing I had surrendered to him, his lips tipped up once more and he flashed me a sliver of his perfect dentition.

"I'm more of Grecian descent than British, so I spend a lot of my time in Greece." He started.

"Greece is famous for palm reading and there's a certain fortune teller named Regina. Was an interesting woman and I'd picked up her talents while spending a lot of my time there"

Fuck, can you please keep talking?

Do you even realize how sexy your voice is?

"Here on your palm," he continued, rubbing his thumb on my palm.

A soft gasp left my lips as the contact he made with me was dampening my thong, and with the way his eyes flickered with gold, I figured he could smell my thickening arousal.

"It shows you are fierce, passionate, hot headed" he enunciated, his smirk deepening.

"And so much desire, I don't even need to read your palm to know that. My nose is good enough"

My nostrils flared at him and I had the sudden urge to spit on his face, but that was a death wish.

How dare he talk about the stupid elephant in the room?

"So what do I call you? Seraphine? But you're so strong. Jasmine? Valerie?" He went on.

"That's not my name-"

"Desiree" he interrupted, taking his thumb away from my palm.

"Desiree" he repeated, his smirk reappearing on his face.

"I hate the name" I glared up at him, my nostrils flaring.

"I'll work with that till I know your real name" he replied arrogantly.

His head inched closer to mine and my eyes fluttered shut on impulse, only for me to find his lips brushing against my ear.

I shivered.

"Desiree" he whispered, his breathe leaving white hot flames on my skin.

Oh God.

It was so hot and my panties were on fire!

"Do you even realize I'm your mate?"

I gasped and pushed at his chest, but he didn't move one inch.

"You're not saying the truth. I can never be your mate" I hissed at the impossible man.

He backed away, moving so fast I was already cold once more.

"A dragon doesn't lie. And I may be wrong about a lot of things but I know you're mine"

He was at the door of the restroom faster than I expected, faster than I wished.

"See you soon, Aprilina"