enemies or mate
1076 Words
Yuri’s POV
Drake swiftly made a strange hand signal, and with just one gesture, magic sparked to life. It hit Opal hard, knocking her unconscious mid-air. We descended slowly to the ground, where Drake’s guards quickly appeared, taking her limp body and securing her hands with power-restraining shackles.
“She’s your mate,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Drake glanced at me, his expression unreadable. My body was still pressed close to his, the warmth from him chasing away the chill in the air.
“I don’t feel the mate bond with her,” Drake replied, his tone certain. He guided me inside his manor, his arm still wrapped firmly around my waist. I wanted to step away, to put distance between us, but my legs wouldn’t obey. Maybe I was still dizzy from floating in the air earlier, or maybe it was something more.
“You look pale,” Drake observed, his voice softer now. I pulled back, trying to create space as I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.
“Maybe you should speak to someone—figure out what’s going on with your dragon,” he said, watching me closely. “I don’t feel any mate pull with you either.”
“Liar,” He shot back, but my voice wavered. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him. His face hovered near my neck, and he inhaled deeply, as though savoring my scent. My skin prickled—not from fear, but from the warmth he brought with him, each second heightening the tension between us.
“Get off me, creep,” I hissed, trying to push past him. But before I could escape, he caught my wrist, pulling me back into his arms. My body collided with his, hard and unyielding, and in an instant, his lips were on mine. I gasped, and that gave him the opening he needed to deepen the kiss.
Heat surged through me like a wild, foreign magic. My hands found their way into his hair as a moan escaped my lips, my back pressed against the wall. His hand slipped beneath my shirt, his touch burning against my skin, while his lips traveled down the length of my neck. I shuddered when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot.
“Drake…” My voice trembled as he cupped my breast, his fingers teasing my n****e through the fabric of my bra. His mouth returned to mine, and I melted into him, my body betraying every thought screaming at me to pull away. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and I found myself clinging to him, my fingers tangling in his hair as our bodies pressed closer.
“I want you,” he breathed against my ear, his words sending a fresh wave of desire through me. Before I could respond, a knock at the door jolted me back to reality. Drake growled low in frustration, his eyes dark with lust. I took the moment to distance myself, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.
What the hell was that? The heat, the need… it felt like a mate bond, but it couldn’t be. Everything I’d heard said the mate bond wasn’t just about physical intimacy; it was about the heart, the care you had for the other person.
“What is it?” Drake snapped, dragging me back to the present. A dragon hybrid guard stood at the door.
“That woman’s regained consciousness. She wants to speak with you,” the guard reported. Drake nodded, and as the guard left, he shut the door behind him, turning back to me.
I adjusted my clothes, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened. “So,” I said, meeting his gaze, “you still think there’s no tension between us?”
“Yes, there’s tension,” Drake admitted, his voice cold. “But what just happened? That was nothing. I haven’t had a decent time with any guy lately, so I kissed back. Simple.” I crossed my arms, my tone sharper than I intended. “Don’t start putting labels on this. There’s no mate bond, no ‘us’.”
Drake’s eyes darkened with anger. “Seriously? Because it felt like you were about to let me have you.” He closed the distance between us again, his hand reaching up to play with a lock of my hair. I could feel the heat rising between us, the same pull returning. “Remember when you told me if I was the last man on earth, you wouldn’t let me touch you? You looked pretty eager a few minutes ago.” He leaned closer, his smirk taunting me as he inhaled deeply. “You’re still in heat, aren’t you?”
“Get off me, Drake,” I warned, trying to yank away, but his grip tightened.
“You forget something,” I shot back, my voice sharper. “Opal claims she’s your mate.”
He frowned, his gaze flicking down to my lips, lingering there for a moment too long. My breath caught as he lowered his head again, and I shut my eyes, bracing for the kiss that didn’t come. Instead, he pulled back, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“It seems you don’t hate my passion anymore, Yuri. Maybe there’s hope for us yet,” he teased, stepping away, his smirk infuriating. I glared at him.
“You’re coming with me, bodyguard,” he added, the title laced with sarcasm. I frowned at the name—there wasn’t much I could protect him from, not without my wolf or real dragon power. I felt weak, more human than anything, as I followed him down to the basement, sadness creeping into my heart.
We reached the dungeon where Opal was being held. She clung to the bars, her eyes filled with longing as they landed on Drake.
“Drake, please believe me. I’m your mate,” she pleaded. “If you want, call Head Witch Abi—she’ll tell you what’s real.”
Drake paused, considering her words. “Good idea. Until then, you’ll stay here. I can’t risk you being free and harming Yuri.”
His possessiveness made my heart flutter. No, Yuri. Don’t fall for that. Don’t be swayed by his words.
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