The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 30: Let him know who calls the shot here.

Chapter 30: Let him know who calls the shot here.

" You bastard...." rest of her words were hitched in her throat when she noticed just how dangerous, Ahmar looked with his eyes glowing dangerously as he looked at her with an expression that was something she couldn’t describe... and that was when she realised that just how different these men were from the ones she was used to handling.

" You can eat whatever you want, My Queen but you cannot throw around words that are casual," said Ahmar, eyes still locked on her. " I do not wish to overthrow everything that you love but if you push me too much, I don’t know what I might do..."

" Push you? Push you?" Bree was so mad that she really pushed him and with her strength as a dragon shifter, she was able to shake Ahmar a bit, causing him to stumble. " You are the one who is pushing me! When have I ever pushed you? I even asked you to stay away from me."

Ahmar’s eyes flashed with impatience as he stabilised his footing and stepped in closer to her and snarled with all his might. " And why will I stay away from you?" He pointed to the bite on her neck and sneered, " That mark right there shows that you are my mate! Mine! I don’t want my wife, my mate to be seen in a dress that literally shows off everything!"

Bree glanced down at her chiffon dress that showed a generous amount of cleavage and because she wanted to have a healthy breeze around her legs she asked the royal seamstress to add a slit in the dress, to her it was a normal dress but now that Ahmar has pointed out, she could understand why he was so mad.

He was angry because she was showing too much skin than he would have liked —— but just because she understood doesn’t mean that she was willing to let the slight on her self-respect slide.

She raised her head and glared at him. " What’s wrong with my dress? And why does it matter what I am wearing especially to you? Should you not worry about what your darling is wearing."

"I have only one darling," he silkily retorted back. " And that’s you, I do not wish to this discussion any further, My Queen. It will be better if you change your dress and wear something decent."

" Did you just call me indecent?" asked Bree with a startled gasp. " After what you and the others had in your mind, you have the audacity to call me indecent?"

" I am not calling you indecent," replied Ahmar without missing a beat.

" You just said——-"

" It’s because looking at you like this is driving me f*cking crazy," snapped Ahmar as he closed in and pushed against her making her retreat more and more. " Do you know what I want to do, right now?"

She didn’t reply knowing that not a word coming out of his mouth will be decent, not when he looked so —— crazily possessive.

" I want to untie that freaking knot, watch your dress slide and see for myself what exactly you are hiding in that silky fabric." He whispered hotly against her lips so that his breath skimmed against her lips. " I want to caress your skin, or maybe hitch your legs up and slid my hands underneath and explore the sweet delight that I have missed so much."

" Or maybe——"

Bree placed her hands on his mouth, feeling her skin heat up. She didn’t know why, but his words didn’t steer up disgust in her like others, no instead it pooled a heat like never before inside her core——

"It’s the mating bond," whispered Saphira in her head and that was when Bree realised that she was mated to this man and that was why he had this effect on her body. She didn’t understand what to make out of it, should she be happy that she finally found a man that doesn’t make her disgusted or should she be upset because she didn’t have the control over her body that she should have?

That a stranger was making her feel something that she wanted to feel from her loved one?

" Enough, Ahmar. That’s enough," she said as she pressed her hands against his lips and stopped him from speaking anything anymore. She was worried that she wouldn’t be able to control the urge that the mating bond was pulsating inside her —— " I told you that we can never go back to the time where we had something, I can’t and will never forgive you for trying to kill me."

What she wanted to say was that she wasn’t even the woman that he was looking at her, so how can he say those words with such ease?

A man who loved her, that was all she wanted and this was the sh*t that God pushed her in? What a cruel joke.

These men neither loved her, in fact, they seemed to hate her and yet —— this was not even like or lust. It was just a pull forcing them together, she was sure that if they realised that she wasn’t even their true mate, they might not even care about it. Because she was not the woman they loved, she was just a way for them to solve their itch because of the mating bond.

That seemed to have woken her up a little as she pushed away from Ahmar. " Don’t you dare to say those words to me ever again."

His eyes flashed as if he was wondering why she didn’t fall in his arms as he anticipated. " All right, if you can’t take these words then you might as well not wear those dresses as well, because the next time you wear them," he lowered his head and stared right in her eyes as he hotly breathed against her. " I am going to f*ck you here and let everyone have a good show as you come all over my c*ck, got it?"

Ignoring the tug in her abdomen, she breathed hard and shouted, " Guards!"

Ahmar’s eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe that she did something like that but she didn’t care about him instead she turned to look at the guards who came on her call and ordered imperiously, "Take second consort to the black tower and treat him nicely, since he seems to have forgotten who here call the shots."