The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 54: I’m sorry for everything

Chapter 54: I’m sorry for everything

Ahmar was indeed really happy, though he wasn’t showing it on his face but inwardly he felt like a balloon was swelling inside him. He clenched his fingers that were still holding Bree’s hand and tried to suck in as much warmth as he could in his cold skin—- she was really here, not with someone else, not in her office ... but with him, because she was worried about him. He raised their intertwined hands—- slowly and very carefully, he pressed her lips against her skin and then placed that exceedingly warm hand against his cheek, basking in the touch of his mate.

" And master," Xander who was standing next to Ahmar’s bed, cleared his throat and with a sly expression he looked at his master before whispering, " The Queen is weak against you acting weak and cute, why not try your strategy? Instead of acting like a hooligan? Act all dependent on her, maybe she will let you in her room and then you can get in her heart as well?"

Ahmar whose eyes were closed as he skimmed Bree’s hand against his skin, snapped open as he looked at Xander with his ruby-red eyes that glared at him slightly as he asked, " What was that?"

Knowing that he made a slip-up, Xander very carefully told Xander about what happened when Agnes broke through his surface and tried to get close to the Queen. He expected that his master would be very upset but surprisingly, his master smiled like he finally got his hands on the one thing that he was looking for and turned his head towards him after putting Bree’s hand, " You have done very well, Xander. I know what I need to do now, to slither in the bed of this dragon Queen."

And maybe her heart as well.

When Bree opened her eyes she realised that something cold was pressing against her cheek, she frowned and swatted it but then that thing started to poke her cheek again and this time it was followed by a soft yet deep voice that sent shiver down her spine. " My Queen, can you get up? It hurts."

Bree’s eyes snapped open at once and then she wished she could close them again because she realised that she wasn’t sleeping on her bed but on a very hard surface —- pale as the moonlight, and carved like a Greek God, each of the muscle underneath her stood a mile and maybe she wasn’t in the right state of her mind because she stared at the pink, pebbled been a little too long. A deep chuckled reverberated inside the surface against which her cheek was pressed against and then a teasing voice asked, " Have you seen enough, Brianna?"

’Brianna’ —- never before did her name sound so good. It was like someone has skimmed a finger on her spine causing shivers to break all over her skin. Even the small hair on the back of her neck stood up straight, just as she was trying to seal the memory of this voice calling her name when someone brushed the locks of hair that have fallen in front of her face and said, " Please move, Brianna... or I am afraid that I will do something irrevocably bad to you."

This time the daze that was causing her brain to lag immediately cleared up and she stood up straight. Only then did she realise that she was actually sleeping on the top of Ahmar’s chest and that wasn’t all, she was actually even relishing him calling her name. What was wrong with her like seriously? Did she have some sort of fetish to get hurt or something? Why was she —-no, wait that wasn’t important even, why was she sleeping on top of him?

" I...what happened?" she asked as she looked at Ahmar who was lying on the bed looking rather weak and pale even for a vampire. His front was covered with some bandages and that would explain why he was half-naked.

" I woke up just now as well, your majesty." Now that she was awake and her mind was clear, Ahmar once again changed his address to her and Bree couldn’t help but think it was too much of a pity. That deep and cold voice—- with a hint of assertive dominance calling her name was something really wonderful—- no wait, she pinched the bridge of her nose and silently chided herself. Was she serious? She was actually finding a sadistic, blood-sucking vampire hot, really? What happened to her —-never get attracted to potential psychopaths motto? And this one wasn’t even a potential psychopath, he was already one.

Seeing that she was in some sort of struggle with herself, Ahmar stopped speaking and only continued when he noticed that she was done and once again opened her eyes. " When I opened my eyes, you were already like that ——maybe you fell asleep while working your majesty."

He tilted his head towards the stack of paper that has half fallen on the floor while the other half was still in her lap.

Bree cursed inwardly before she picked up the papers that were on the floor and then turned to look at Ahmar after she straightened up again. " You should have woken me up."

" I tried your majesty but you were sleeping so soundly that I couldn’t wake you up no matter what, and I didn’t know whether or not was I allowed to touch you again, that’s why —- I," he paused and then looked at Bree with a helpless gaze and said, " I am sorry your majesty if you want to punish me again I will be willing."

How can Bree be willing to punish him when he was looking like that? She got up from her spot and then piled the papers neatly in a stack, as she somewhat stammeringly spoke, " There is no need for you to be punished or anything, and..." she paused as she remembered what happened this morning and sincerely spoke, " I am sorry for everything."