The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 245: First Consort?

Chapter 245: First Consort?

The temperature in the room soared when Bree closed her eyes but didn’t refuse the touch of the man.

"May I?" Ahmar questioned again. His fingers skimmed through the curve of her neck and he cupped Bree’s cheek. The pad of his thumb skidded over her lower lip and he lowered another inch closer. "Your majesty."

When his scalding breath fell over her skin, Bree sucked in a breath. She couldn’t understand how a man as cold as him could be this warm. With her eyes closed and her expression full of nervousness, she nodded shyly.

Ahmar’s lips curled up upon seeing her response. He was quite surprised to see Bree agree, as he was prepared for her resolute rejection. The heat in his body almost swivelled out of control as he claimed the sweet lips of his mate.

"Mm-hmm," Bree moaned as Ahmar’s thin yet soft lips landed against hers, and her body slammed further into the table because of the impact.

Her lashes fanned against her cheeks as she clung onto Ahmar’s arm as the man deepened the kiss. His tongue lashed against hers while he nibbled and bit her lips.

The sound of their sloppy first kiss echoed in the silent office, and the heat continued to soar higher and higher until—

BANG!

The sound of something falling echoed behind them.

Bree pulled away from Ahmar and turned around to look at the man who was standing behind her.

Yakov stood at the threshold of the office; his expression was mutinous as he stared at the two people in front of him. Of course, he knew that as the official consort, he was supposed to be gentle and understanding if his wife was to take in another man or spend the night with another consort.

But when faced with the situation, his head went blank and only rage was left behind. He wanted to kill Ahmar for touching Bree, his mate—how dare he!?

However, a bit of rationality was still left behind. He clenched his fists but didn’t run to Ahmar and punched the man in the face.

"I apologise," he spoke through gritted teeth. "I wanted to discuss something urgent and stepped inside without asking for permission."

Though he apologised, Yakov didn’t look apologetic. Instead, he was filled with a sense of satisfaction. Fortunately, he interrupted the two of them, or else who knew where this perverted man would have taken this little kissing incident?

He glanced at Ahmar, who looked smug and haughty before saying to him, "Come with me; there is something that I wished to say to you."

Once he was done speaking, he turned on his feet and headed out of the room.

"Is he–angry?" Bree asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"You don’t need to worry about him, your majesty," Ahmar spoke in a calm voice. Though Yakov was furious, that man wouldn’t dare lay a hand on Bree; if anything, he would make a move on him.

Bree smiled with a hint of helplessness. It was easy for this man to say that nothing would happen to her.

Yakov wasn’t that kind.

Seeing that she really looked nervous, Ahmar smiled at her. He raised his hand and patted her on the head before saying, "Don’t worry, your majesty. The first consort is your husband and the one in charge of this harem. Even if he wishes to quibble with you, he cannot because, as the Empress, you have the right to choose the consort with whom you want to spend the night or the day. He needs to be generous."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the office that belonged to Bree. And no sooner did he step out than a punch landed on his face. Even though Ahmar could have easily dodged it, he still let Yakov punch him because it made him feel one up over this man.

"You fucking bastard," Yakov cursed as he caught Ahmar’s collar and pulled him close. "What do you think you are doing?"

"What am I doing?" feeling inexplicably proud, Ahmar arched a brow and retorted, "What do you think you are doing, first consort? I just kissed her majesty, and as her mate, I have the right to do so. What do you think you are doing by punching me in the face like this?"

His lips, if possible, curled into an even smugger smile and he remarked, "And unless you want everyone to see how ugly your jealousy is, then I will suggest that you let go of me. Because I didn’t do anything wrong."

Yakov’s face twisted and it looked like he was about to rip a new one for Ahmar but then the man let go of him and Ahmar stumbled a few steps back because of the impact.

"Don’t be so proud," said Yakov as he turned around on his feet and walked away.

Ahmar watched the man leave and raised his hand to rub the cheek that had been punched. "Proud? Hah, how can I not be proud after making a man of your calibre filled with rage?"

"Your highness," Ailenn stepped forward to greet Yakov. He wanted to tell the man about the southern district but the second his gaze fell on Yakov’s face, he dared not to even breathe loudly.

What was this? Who made this master of his so furious?

Aileen had to take off his hat for this person because Yakov had always been calm and controlled. He didn’t even lose his patience when her majesty was with a bunch of men who had nothing to do with her.

However, now that man, who had been calm as a sea throughout his life, was filled with rage. It was a terrifying sight.

Yakov marched inside his office, ignoring everyone. And upon reaching the table that was sitting at the back of the office, he planted his hands on top of it. With his fingers gripping the edges of the table tightly, he flipped it over, sending everything flying.