Taming The Dragon King

No Strings

Travis

There was an unseen force of attraction, steering me towards her room. Regardless of how much I tried to avoid going there, I couldn't. I eventually gave up and went to her chambers. My dragon wouldn't stop growling in delirium until I barged inside and saw her.

There she was, standing beside the window, gazing outside. Hugging herself, she glanced at me over her shoulder and slowly turned around. Even in the dim light, she looked amazing. Perhaps it was the white shirt that perfectly hugged her figure. Or maybe it was just the mate bond.

I couldn't figure out what drew me towards her so much. All I knew was, I yearned to be with her. To touch her, feel her, breathe into her hair and get intoxicated by her scent. I desired to enjoy the magical sparks that erupted each time our skin brushed against each other.

"Travis," she said.

Her voice was like an enchanted symphony that was healing my hidden pain. I wanted to hear more from her. I wanted her to speak… no… I wanted her to do more than just speak. I wanted her to moan and scream in pleasure.

I sauntered towards her, maintaining eye contact with her. I realised that she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her raw beauty made my heart erratic. Or was it the matebond? All I knew was that she made me feel things that no one else ever did. Not even my human ex girlfriend.

I stopped just a few inches away from her and traced her soft cheeks. The magical sparks erupted. Her breathing hitched and her eyes closed. My lips twitched into a little smirk. The matebond was overwhelming her. Perhaps, more than it influenced me.

Oh, I couldn't lie to myself. Her beauty was undeniable and despite my lack of acknowledgement, she was affecting even the deepest corner of my heart. I admired her long eyelashes and the soft golden waves that hung over her shoulder. With one hand, I gathered her tresses and pulled them back, so that I could have a good view of her neck. My dragon roared with passion. That was where my mark should rest.

My gaze drifted back to her gently parted lips. Soft breaths exited them as her chest heaved with each whiff she inhaled.

Beautiful. Her luscious lips seemed to beg me to taste them. My smirk widened. She didn't protest against me. She didn't show even the slightest sign of rejection.

Perhaps she too yearned for this. A tiny gasp escaped her lips when I gently pushed her against the wall.

"Hands up," I muttered under my breath.

Her pretty grey eyes flung open but instantly obeyed my command. I pinned both her hands against the wall using one hand. Her gaze didn't leave mine.

"Good girl," I whispered.

Even through the thin fabric of the white button up shirt she was wearing, I knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Perfect.

I fondled her curves over the shirt until I eventually tore it off her. She shuddered, yet showed no resistance. Sucking on her skin and leaving hickeys all over her shoulders and chest, I moved towards her pert n*****s. A suppressed moan from her rushed the blood towards my d**k. Pressing her back against the wall, she arched her back.

I loved it.

I kissed my way up her neck and ran my tongue over her marking spot.

"T…Travis…" she moaned.

I loved hearing it. I knew I shouldn't allow her moans to make me feel anything but I couldn't help it. She was too perfect.

"You're being such a good girl, little mate," I chuckled into her ear while reaching to her core.

"Part your legs," I whispered and she obeyed without any hesitation.

My lips twitched. She was so submissive. It should be illegal for anyone to be so flawless. With each moment I spent with her, I was finding more reasons to be attracted to her. I liked the way she breathed out as I fondled her bundle of nerves in between her legs and the way she tried not to moan out loud, yet failed several times. She made my heart race. Shivers ran down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck rose each time she moaned out my name. Once again, she made me feel like no one else did.

It wasn't love.

I kept reminding myself, yet by the time I hoisted her tiny frame against the wall and aligned my crotch against her core, I was questioning myself.

It sure felt special. It didn't feel like just s*x.

I watched her countenance as I rubbed my erection against her soaking womanhood. She groaned and gasped, perhaps anticipating for me to plunge it in.

I didn't. I wanted to watch her stir in my arms for as long as possible. I yearned to hear her moans. And mostly, I desired to hear her ask for it.

She grabbed my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. They felt like tiny pinches and I loved it. I f*****g loved it.

Damn! I liked everything about this woman!

She had reached her peak once already, yet, I wasn't done with her yet. Her fluids lubricated the movement of my d**k against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through my nerves.

I supposed she enjoyed it too.

"T…Travis…" she gasped. "Please…"

I picked up the pace. "Please what?"

"Give it to me…"

I clenched my jaws. "Give what?"

She gasped when I pressed her further against the wall.

"Say it!" I ordered.

"I…" she seemed to hesitate.

"Just say it. What. Do. You. Want," I rubbed myself in between her legs with each word I growled into her ear.

"f**k me…" she wheezed. "Just f**k me already…"

"My pleasure."

I plunged into her and she screamed. Grabbing her hips and pressing her firmly against the wall, I rammed into her, not giving a care about how much she screamed. By the time I was done with her, she was exhausted. I knew she was since she couldn't even walk to the bed. After carrying her to the bed, I took my robe and walked away.

This time, she didn't attempt to stop me. I was glad. Because if she did, I wasn't sure if I would be able to resist her.

Perhaps she too wanted to have just s*x without any strings attached…

My mind was boggled with various thoughts as I climbed the flight of stairs that led to my floor and strolled towards my chamber.

Should I talk to her? Would she understand me? What if she breaks my heart after I trust her with it? And what if she rejects me?

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I closed the door behind me. I had spent a lot of time being antisocial. After finding peace in solitude, I find it hard to connect with others. I knew that Simon and Blake wouldn't have any problem in connecting with her and that thought made me wince.

Perhaps I should stop thinking about it.

I dropped my robe and walked to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of our intimacy. While in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of the marks she had left on my shoulders and my lips twitched into a tiny smile. Running my tongue over my lips, I dwelled on her tasty memories.

"This passion isn't ending anytime soon," I mumbled to myself when I once again felt raw emotions awaken in my heart.

I really should stop thinking about her.

I washed and dried myself and went to bed. All I could think of was her. My little mate. When compared to my six-foot-five-inch frame, she looked tiny. She, being a lycan wasn't petite, yet, I guess we dragons were bigger than the rest of the supernatural creatures.

She was my little mate. I could lift her, bend her and do whatever I liked with her and she too would enjoy it because we were fated mates.

Snickering to myself, I climbed into bed and covered my body with the duvet. I never thought that a relationship with a woman could be so confusing. Years ago, it was either love, or just lust. Zelda's arrival had me all confused. I felt attracted towards her and absolutely adored the intimacy. Still, I am reluctant to open up.

Covering my face, "what am I doing?" I groaned.

***

Days passed, and nothing changed between us.

Not a night passed by without us indulging in the deep sea of desires. She never tried to stop me. She never said no. And each time, she begged me for more.

I found myself drowning deeper and deeper in the sea of lust. I knew that I most probably was getting entangled in the web of temptation: a web woven carefully by a bond formed between us. A bond that the lycans and wolves considered sacred. A bond that was fresh to me. Yet, I had no desire to fight against it.

In fact, I wanted it. I wanted more. Every night I found myself wondering if I should open up, yet each time I hesitated. Her presence made it easier for me to avoid the harem girls which I was thankful about. If I had the authority, I already would have disbanded the harem.

All I wanted was for the Elders to quickly cave and approve that motion. Blake and Simon had been putting a lot of effort into reaching out to the ministers in our kingdom. There were ten of them, and as of this point, three had accepted our new suggestions. We required further assistance before dealing with the Elders. Before I announced the new proposals, I wanted to make sure that the majority agreed with us. I was aware of what happened to my father, hence I decided to keep this a secret from everyone except a few people. The problem was that talking to the ministers in private was tough since we had to do the work without alerting the Elders. So, unfortunately, our work of reforming the statutes was taking a lot of time.

We worked at the office throughout the day, and at night I ended up in her chamber. As days passed, I started to notice that she had befriended the Palace maids. Simon and Blake too were friendly with her. She was particularly friendly with Simon. I didn't blame her. I was cold and unfriendly, while Simon was quite the opposite. Seeing her being civil with other males made me flinch at times. However, I knew I didn't have a reason to be rough with them. It wasn't their fault that I was cheated on in the past.

Nonetheless, I invited Blake and Simon to my quarters, just so I could have a private conversation about my mate with them. I poured them glasses of champagne, thinking about a way to start the discussion.

"Is this about the proposals? We are trying to contact the other ministers as soon as…"

"No," I cut Blake off and heaved a breath. "This isn't about that. I know that work is in progress. I just need to talk to you two about something else."

"What?" Simon inquired.

"It's about her," I said. "Zelda."

Sipping on his glass, "what about her?" Simon asked.

"What do you think about her?"

They exchanged glances. "She is undoubtedly fit to be a Queen. She is smart, kind, friendly…"

"Beautiful," I cut Simon off.

"Yeah, that too. And she would certainly put you in your place," he snorted.

Blake choked on his drink. I didn't find anything he said amusing. I was damn serious. Glaring right into Simon's eyes, I slowly placed my glass on the coffee table in front of me and leaned forward. I wished I could peer into his mind and read it. I wanted him to be honest with me. I didn't blink until he went silent.

Good. I wanted him to know that I wasn't playing.

"You think she is beautiful," I stated.

He shifted in his seat. "Well, yes. She is pretty."

Silence followed until Blake spoke up. "What's all this about? Travis, tell us clearly."

"Look, I understand if you're feeling a bit jealous because I spend time with her. But you know that with the Elders and the harem chicks around, we shouldn't let her be on her own. I assure you that I see her as a friend and your life partner. She is our Queen and so my superior. I respect her just as I respect you."

I relaxed. Ever since I returned from Oceania, I hadn't heard Simon speak so seriously. From the way he spoke, I knew that he was being genuine.

"Besides," he crossed his legs and smirked at Blake. "I'd rather smash Blake than her," he winked and ran his fingers over Blake's thighs, taking me by surprise.

Blake's eyes widened as he quickly slapped Simon's hand away. "What the f**k, dude! Don't touch me!"

Simon scowled at him. "You don't show me any love!"

"The hell! I'm straight!" Blake protested.

Pouting his lips, Simon crossed his arms across his chest. "See? He doesn't love me."

I cleared my throat. "I didn't realise that you were gay, Simon," I told him, suddenly feeling silly for thinking that he might want to do anything with Zelda.

Blake stared at me and then at him. "He is not! We used to go clubbing together and I've seen him numerous times with other chicks!"

Confused, I looked at Simon.

He chuckled. "Okay, let's be serious. I'm not gay. I was just messing around. But seriously though, I would never even try anything with your girl, man. She is yours and she has her eyes on you alone. You know that the wolves consider the mate bond sacred. If she wanted to reject you, she would have already. She won't betray you, dude."

I leaned back in my seat. "Good. Because if either of you betrayed me, I will fry your asses."

"Hmm, I am not interested in getting my ass fried. I love my ass, thank you," Simon muttered.

"Isn't it time for you to sneak into her chambers now?" Blake remarked.

I frowned. "Huh?"

"Dude, we know that you go to her chambers every night."

Blake checked his wristwatch.

"Yup," Simon said, standing up from his seat. "Have fun."

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I watched them leave. I should have known that they wouldn't go behind my back. Simon and Blake were like my brothers. Trusting others was something I needed to learn again and that included my soulmate.

Perhaps it's time to open up to her. Feeling reluctant, I waited for a while. But what if she wanted just s*x with no strings attached? Would she be ready to have a proper relationship with me?