Page 10 of My Dark Obsession

‘My Fated Mate-Coniunx Mihi Destinatus’

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Amaya sat in my armchair opposite the fire. She looked so small; the high-backed chair swamped her.

She stared into the flickering flames with a blank expression. Not a word had been spoken between us since the Bookkeepers office.

I knew she must have been struggling. So much had happened to her in such a short space of time.

My dragon was constantly on edge. He fought me every second to take over and meet our Mate face to face.He clawed at my insides to be let out, and I wanted nothing more than to shift and take to the skies. But our wee Mate was more important than anything me or my dragon could possibly want.

We had been alone for so long. Yes, there was the bar, the entire shadow land in fact, but I was the last living dragon, alone and so very angry. I hadn’t allowed myself to shift and fly since I found out I was the last.

I was part of a flight, the biggest one known to the supernaturals, hundreds of us flying through the air, hunting together, sleeping together. Then I was alone. And now we had a Mate. My dragon was letting me know he was awake, and he was ready to spread his wings once more.

I worried if I let him out, he wouldn't take it easy with her, and easy is what she needed right now.

She wasn't one to communicate; I had learned that much.

I was fucking it all up. I knew that.

Sighing, I poured myself another one of my homemade whiskies and drank it in one.

My parents were amazing together. They loved each other deeply and it showed. Dragon shifters were possessive, so when they mated with another dragon, it just worked. They found their Circle bond easy.

This wasn’t easy.

We naturally ran hot, easy to anger and we craved our Mate’s touch. I had to keep stopping myself from running my nose and mouth along the line of her perfect neck. Her scent would be stronger there and fuck I wanted to taste it.

I wanted nothing more than to rub my own scent on her, I wanted to mark her as mine, to sink my teeth into her neck as I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. I wanted her screams of pleasure; I wanted all those emotions she hid from the world and I wanted them now .

I had been hard since the moment our marks sparked to life, the constant ache and hunger within me. I was ravenous for her.

But Amaya wasn't a dragon, and she wasn't used to the ways of Mates.

So I had to grit my teeth, steal little touches where I could appease my dragon and fuck me...I needed to try harder. Because I could see my Mate was struggling. And I never wanted her to suffer.It seemed she had suffered enough for multiple lifetimes.

I sighed at myself, pushed the glass away and sat in the chair next to her.

“Tell me about them, these boys of ye’er’s.” If they were important to her, then they were important to me. If…no, when we got her to these boys, they would be a part of my life too.

She looked at me in shock, her wide eyes now a full purple, the irises bright and clear. Beautiful.

“They are twins, Elyas and Elfyn.” She spoke quietly, looking back to the flickering flames.

Her thick lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, “One year ago they came into my life. They saved me.” Sighing and tilting her head to face me, she leaned it back against the chair.

“How?” I asked. I wanted to rage, to heat the room with my blaze at the thought of her needing saving, but I stayed calm. For her.

“I was weak, and I was hoping for the release of death. Them turning up on my birthday, standing together in the front yard. It stopped me. Saved me. Made me stronger. I was pathetic before. I thought my...I thought because I was different, I deserved it all.” Her eyes met mine and held.

“I have only known my life in Bluewater Valley. Their lies, their ignorance and Lyal’s fists. I’ve been starving, worked to the bone and so badly beaten, well” …turning back to the fire she sighed yet again. I held my breath and waited for her to carry on. I needed to know.

My dragon held so still within me; we needed to know her story.

“He took it too far this time. He took me away from the twins.”

That was something my Mate wasn't. Weak.

To have lived a life with that abuse, to have been constantly beaten and starved.

And yet she still held her head high, still looked you square in the eye and gave you nothing.

Because that's what people deserved from her.

Nothing. Yet she deserved everything. And I was going to make sure she got it.

I stood, and extended my hand to her, “Come, there is something I think belongs to ye’.”

My palm faced up, waiting, hoping.

Her small hand slid into mine, hers pale and cold against my tanned and warm. My heart hammered against my chest as I closed it around hers, holding it firmly. I never wanted to let it go.

I thought by telling her to hide her eyes was for her benefit, to protect her from the council and their wrath. But my Mate shouldn't have to hide who she was.

Never again would I tell her to hide those beautiful eyes. They should be admired by all; they proved her strength, and they showed her potential power.

Because never before had there been a Dark Witch without power.