Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 175: Stirring up his desires

Chapter 175: Stirring up his desires

The doctor who came to treat Rhea was stunned to discover that her wounds were already closing up by itself. She glanced at Rhea’s face in astonishment, "I don’t think I’m needed here, the wound is almost healed by itself. You body is healing wonderfully." She remarked.

The doctor gave Rhea some pain relievers before she left the room. Rhea noticed that her wounds were truly healing faster than usual, thanks to the changes in her body. To be honest, for a moment in Alina’s mansion she’d believed she would die at Oriana’s hands. She had almost given up until the core saved her again.

After the doctor left, Draven called for the servants who had been assigned to Rhea since they arrived in the dragon realm. He instructed them to help Rhea change into clean clothes after they had cleaned her. Throughout the process of changing Rhea’s clothes, Draven remained in the room, standing by the window with his back turned to them. Even after the servants left, he continued to stand there, lost in his own thoughts.

Rhea lay silently on her side, observing Draven’s imposing figure by the window. He had his hands casually crossed behind him as he stared outside. After a long period of silence, Rhea cleared her throat and asked curiously, "Draven, what are your plans for Enzo now that you have brought him here?"

Draven finally turned away from the window and glanced at Rhea, saying, "That is for King Henry to decide. It is not my problem."

Rhea was taken aback by his words. She had believed that Draven had brought the man here to make him suffer for causing his misfortune. "You don’t hate him?" she asked.

Draven sighed, "Although the animosity between Alina and me was because of him, in truth, he is not to blame. He is just another innocent victim of Alina. He has also suffered greatly, so hating him is out of the question for me. However, whenever I see him, I feel the urge to hurt him in order to get back at Alina. So I simply choose to avoid looking at him by handing him to king Henry, that’s all," he calmly explained.

"I can tell Enzo harbors a strong hatred for Alina as much as you do," Rhea said,"he gave himself as a hostage just to get back at her." She paused for a moment, then added, "Alina has murdered many people for his sake, she has ploted against everyone just for him. But in the end, she still couldn’t live the happy life she so much wanted as well..."

Draven’s blue eyes sparkled with a smile as he responded, "That’s karma. With so much blood on her hands, she will never find happiness." With those words, the room fell silent again for some seconds. Then Draven walked towards the bed, "I have something to attend to, I will allow you to rest." He tucked her into the bed, patting her head before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Even after Draven left the room, Rhea continued to stare at the closed door with countless thoughts swirling in her mind. She recalled how worried Draven had seemed when he found her under those ruins, and the thought brought a faint smile to her face.

Not long, Rhea fell into a deep sleep that came along with a dream that sent her mind into dismay. She found herself in a dimly lit, misty garden. The air was heavy with a sense of sorrow and nostalgia. As she walked through the eerie flowers, she suddenly saw Cal standing before her. He appeared just as she remembered him, but something was different. Blood seemed to ooze from every pore of his body, forming a crimson cascade that dripped from his head to his toes.

Rhea’s heart ached at the sight, and her voice trembled as she spoke, "Cal, I’ve finally avenged you. The one responsible for your death has been held accountable. I killed Oriana."

Cal’s eyes, once full of life, now held a profound sadness. His voice, barely a whisper, replied, "Rhea, revenge was never what I wanted. I wish you could have found a different path..."

Rhea, perplexed by his response, reached out to touch him. But just as her hand was about to make contact, she was jolted awake. The image of Cal’s sorrowful expression lingered in her mind, leaving her with an overwhelming sense of unresolved pain.

She blankly stared at the reflective ceiling for awhile before looking around her surroundings and seeing that it was late at night already. She’d slept off after Draven left.

Rhea recalled Cal’s words over and over again, he wasn’t happy about what she did...

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, Rhea decided to go and clear her mind at the healing pool. She pulled off the blanket and slipped into her night robe before taking her lamp and heading towards the pool.

Tonight was a moonless night, the entire palace grounds were dark, her path was only illuminated by the lamp in her hand. The wind tonight wasn’t that strong as well, but it was cold, just as she liked it.

As Rhea walked closer to the fence of the pool, her sharp senses picked up a presence in the pool. Getting closer, she immediately recognized the person’s aura. Draven was here, she thought. But she didn’t turn away and proceeded towards the fence. He would have sensed her as well, and since he wasn’t avoiding her she had no reasons to.

Rhea arrived Inside the fence, but to her surprise there was no sight of Draven in the water. She walked closer to the pool’s edge. Her dark eyes intently scanned the milky water, searching for Draven. She couldn’t see him, but an unmistakable presence lingered beneath the surface.

"Draven." She called out.

A hushed whisper of a breeze swept through the stillness, carrying her words into the night. In response, the water stirred and rippled, and then, as if stirred by a deep slumber, a long, glistening dragon’s spine emerged from the depths. It twirled and spiraled in the water before rising to the surface.

The dragon was covered with scales, each one a unique blend of blues and silvers. Some of the scales on his body were twisted, which made him look sinister. However, his terrifying wounds were now covered up, revealing his imposing form. Water dripped from his magnificent figure, each droplet catching the warm, glowing lights of the lamps around the pool, falling back into the pool like liquid fire flies.

He sank his majestic body back into the water and brought his head up on the edge of the pool. His formidable horns flashed under the warm light, and his fluttering thick whiskers. Everything about him was just as formidable as the legend had said. He finally glanced at Rhea with his striking intimidating blue eyes.

"Why are you here instead of resting on your bed?" He didn’t open his mouth to speak, but his deep husky voice floated into Rhea’s mind.

"I couldn’t sleep so I came here to take a night soak." Rhea replied, then titled her head to take a good look at Draven in his dragon form. He seemed formidable, but he looked cute to her with those thick whiskers and horns. She suddenly felt a strong urge to run her fingers into the furs on his spine and neck.

"Draven, I suddenly want to feel you." She heard herself blurt out before she could stop herself.

When Draven heard those words and how she phrased them, his mighty head snapped towards her. He then let out a deep throaty growl. She had no idea how much he also desired to feel her; to feel her body underneath him while he touched every inch of her, to hold her in his arms and kiss her breathless.

Draven quickly dismissed those unforgiving thoughts. He let out another growl as if to battle his inner demons that was swelling with desire for only this little woman who had unintentionally stirred up his desires again. Finally, he stretched his head towards her to touch him.

Sure enough, Rhea didn’t hesitate, she even took off her shoes and outer robe and sat down at the edge of the pool wearing only her silk nightdress before she raised her hand and placed it right on his forehead. Her soft fingertips started from his horns and slid down to his nose, drawing playful circles around it. She giggled in amusement as she used her fingers to lift the corner of his mouth to see his fangs.

Draven tried to push away, but Rhea grabbed his horn, "Where do you think you are going?" She laughed out loud in pure amusement and Draven’s eyes stared at her. She was enjoying herself.

Draven found himself captivated by the infectious joy, the beauty, of her laughter. He’d never heard the music of her laughter before, nor seen it glowing in her magnificent dark eyes. Seated on the pool’s edge, laughing at him, Rheanna was unforgettable. He realized it as clearly as he realized that if he transformed into his human form and sat down beside her, there was every chance he was going to end up doing more than just stare at her.

Rhea traced her hands around his eyes, making playful circles before she ran her slender fingers into the thick fur around his neck. Draven couldn’t help but close his eyes at the feel of her soothing fingers.

"The last time I touched your fur, it was in a hurried situation and I didn’t really get a sense of how soft it was. But now, as I touch it, it feels incredibly soft. Your head is also quite large," she commented, running her fingers along his long, thick whiskers. She then grasped the whiskers in her hand and gently rubbed them, sliding her hand from the base to the tip.

"If you keep doing that, you’ll make me want to show you another part of me that craves your touch in that way," Draven unexpectedly blurted out in her mind.

Confused, Rhea frowned and asked innocently, "Which part of you wants my attention? I wouldn’t mind giving my hand’s attention to..." She stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he meant, and blushed deeply.

Damn it! She wouldn’t have understood his meaning if she hadn’t spent time with the girls from The Den Of Pleasure in the past. She had heard countless shameless stories about pleasing a man with one’s hands. And now, she had unconsciously been touching his whiskers in the same way those girls had described...

Rhea suddenly felt embarrassed and blushed even more. But then, she heard Draven’s soft chuckle in her mind as he said, "I used to think you were the most shameless and uncouth human girl, but now I realize those words you spoke in the past were just a facade. You are as innocent as a child, and the color on your face proves it."

Rhea shot him a glare. She had indeed spoken many bold words in the past just to get under his skin, but she wouldn’t let him see through her facade of not being that bold. "Oh, look who’s talking. You used to feign innocence as well, but now you’re as audacious as a daring wolf. You’ve grown more confident since regaining yourself," Rhea retorted, then swiftly changing the subject so Draven wouldn’t realize the impact of his words,

"By the way, why do your horns disappear when you transform into your human form? I enjoy the sensation of them between my fingers."

Draven suddenly pulled his head back, avoiding her touch. Her fingers were stirring up countless provocative thoughts in his mind. "You know what, I’ll give you some space to enjoy your soak alone. I’ll return to my room," he said, needing to distance himself before desire overcame his reason.

However, before he could step away, Rhea grasped his horn. "Don’t leave, stay. I mean, you’ve only just regained your scales; you should soak in the water a bit longer," she reassured, patting his head. "And I want to continue touching you; it’s so soothing."

Draven, "...!" He didn’t say a word and simply sank his body back into the water, leaving only his head in Rhea’s mercy.