Page 11 of My Dark Obsession

‘New Me-Novum Me’

Amaya

No one had ever asked about the boys before, no teachers when I had explained why I had been late, no neighbours wondering who the two boys were, no one.

And yet the giant did.

I took his hand, accepted his help to stand. His warmth had been glorious, my cold skin almost sizzled in his heat.

I let go as quickly as I held on, his now empty hand closed tightly before relaxing and gesturing towards the door.

I knew the bar was full of shifters and magical people alike. I could hear the clinking of glasses, the rowdy laughter and the high-pitched voice of that barmaid Cece.

The sound grated on my nerves.

“There are people downstairs,” I informed him.

He had made it very clear so far I was to hide my eyes, and now he wanted me to go downstairs?

I didn't know what this man wanted me to do.

He carried on down the stairs and I followed until he was at the swinging doors.

He shocked me by walking me backwards until my back hit the wall.

The corridor was so dark the only light was his glowing red eyes. They shone brightly and hot.

He was so close; I could feel his heat through his grey buttoned shirt as I craned my head to look up at him.

My mouth became dry.

“Never again, will ye’ hide ye’re beautiful eyes.” His deep timber was so low the vibration caused me to shiver, my stomach clenched in a new feeling.

“But you said–”

“I know what I said, and I was wrong. Ye’ don’t hide. No’ from anyone. Ye’re a Dark Witch. My Dark Witch.”

Fuck me I was feverish.

But he was right; why was I hiding? Was it time I stopped with my ‘show them nothing, give them nothing and expect nothing?’

Maybe it was time to show the world, or worlds, just who I really was.

Show them who Amaya really was.

This man was fine. There was no denying that. No man or boy had ever made me react this way before. But maybe, just maybe this new me liked to explore this deep wanton need the dragon man brought out in me. You could explore your sexuality without it becoming something further, couldn’t you?

I could have my fun, sate this burn that was building low in my stomach and walk away once I was back in the human realm, right?

I breathed in slowly and ever so softly placed my hand on his hard stomach, the muscles bunching under my hand as his breath hitched.

The dark corridor heated.

His eyes brightened further.

I ran my tongue along my dry lips. His chest rumbled as his eyes fixed on my mouth, his head lowered.

“Rí, are you coming?” The blond barmaid asked as she slammed open the double swinging doors.

His head snapped up with a low warning growl. I sighed and lowered my hand back down. He growled again, grabbed that same hand and pressed it back to his stomach.

I wanted to smirk at the woman, yet I kept my face neutral.

“No.” Rí growled his answer to her, and I took delight in the way her face tightened before she narrowed her eyes at me and walked back into the bar.

“I don't think I like her,” I stated, leaving out the fact I actually didn't like anyone.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, brushing against my chest and causing a delicious tingle to spread through my hardening nipples.

His chuckle took me by surprise. I hadn't heard him laugh yet, only his deep grumbles and angry roars. It didn't displease me as I thought.

I pushed my hand against his stomach until he took a step back. I brushed my hands along the baggy borrowed shorts I still wore and walked into the bar with my head high and a grumbling dragon at my back.

A few elderly men sat at the bar with half full glasses and raised them with an incline of their head to Rí before they noticed me in front of him.

Their eyes widened.

Rí guided me to an empty stool beside the men, who still had not spoken but openly stared at my eyes.

“Rí, are you and your friend gunna help me tonight? It’s nearly our busy hour,” Cece said as she sidled up beside us. Her tight deep purple top cut low, revealing a pair of breasts squished together so tightly it looked as though it hurt.

“Nae, just a quick drink before my Mate and I take a stroll.”

Her mouth flopped open, and her eyes swung to my own. Her brows lowered slightly before she beamed, did a little jump so her breasts bounced and threatened to spill from her obviously too small top and threw her arms around my dragon's shoulders.

My dragon? I meant the dragon.

“Oh my Fates Above. That's incredible.” She smiled wide, her white teeth going together with an audible snap, just as she happened to put her eyes back to me.

Bitch.

Before the strange urge to slam her face down onto the bar overcame me, she fell into the bar as Rí shook her from his body. He took a step closer to me and placed his warm hand upon my shoulder.

Smoothing down her top she forced a smile once more and rounded the bar and filled up two glasses of the same liquid Rí drank upstairs.

She slid them in front of us, pushing mine a little too roughly so the liquid sloshed over the edge.

I wanted to hurt her.

“Mate did ya say!” Came a strong Irish squeak behind us. Looking behind me I saw the tip of bright orange fluffy hair sticking up. I lowered my gaze and there standing at around 3 ft was a damn leprechaun.

He stood with his tiny hairy hands on his hips with a deep green suit and…flip flops? His hairy toes wiggled in his excitement and I was definitely disturbed.

“Aye! I did indeed. This here is Amaya,” Rí proudly announced, his chest puffing out slightly as his hand tightened on my shoulder.

The entire bar quietened before all eyes turned to us. The silence hurt my head, and I gritted my teeth.

I hated the attention.

I inched away from Rí’s hand.

“Well fook me sideways me ‘lad that's grand!” The leprechaun cheered. He then jumped up onto the bar by using the older man's arms as leverage and lifted my untouched drink in the air and yelled “To Rí and his Mate! Amaya!”

A round of cheers and applause echoed around us, but it was the sing-song yell of “Her eyes are purple!” That quietened the room once more. The atmosphere staled instantly.

“My Mate is a Dark Witch, if tha’s a problem to ye’ get the hell outta my bar.” The dragon didn't yell. He didn't raise his voice. He spoke clearly and firmly.

No one answered.

Rí lifted his drink and swallowed it in one gulp. The cheering resumed.

Huh, were they afraid of Rí? Or was it that he was that respected in this community that no one would argue with him?

Either way, my stature of being a Dark Witch was an issue with some of these shifters; I could sense it in some of their stares, the still postures and I could definitely sense it from the hatred stabbing at me from thewoman’s eyes behind the bar.

“Come with me.” Rí’s warm breath in my ear caused a shiver to travel down my spine and settle low on my back, circling around that mark and made it tingle.

So far, the itching had been manageable. It had slightly increased after that ordeal with the stuck-up White witch but again, it had been manageable. The heat it gave off the more Rí touched me was almost, nice. I wasn't used to feeling.

Hopping down from the stool, I followed Rí through his bar doors and out into the humid night.

The difference in the temperature between the portals blew my mind, but I definitely preferred the cooling breeze from the Light city.

Here, the sky was covered in thick clouds and covered the bright moon and stars I knew to be above us.

Typical, that something so bright, so beautiful was covered and trapped by something so grey, so bland.

“I have something to show ye’,” he said, offering me his hand once more.

Part of me wanted to. It wanted to hold that warm hand and accept whatever he was offering.

But the other part of me, it wanted to shut down, wanted to refuse and give him my death stare.

What would the new Amaya do?

Before I could make that decision, two shapes emerged from the shadows and clicked their fingers, and with the snap a rolled-up scroll appeared in one of their hands.

I squinted at them against the dark and tried to make out their faces, but something, magic perhaps, covered them and made them unrecognisable, almost unfocused and blurred.

Rí made a sound of displeasure before stepping in front of me, shielding me from these shadowed men.

I peeked around his arm.

“Amaya and Rí are hereby summoned by the White council for withholding valuable information–” the voice was cut off by Rí reaching forward, snatching the roll and spitting a flame at it, causing it to burst to light and burn within seconds.

Huh, guess he didn't like that.

“Tha’ son of a bitch,” he snarled.

Looks like Cole hadn’t kept it to himself in the end. He had ratted us out. That prick.

“How dare–”

“Ye’ and the council can fuck off.” He growled, stalking forward towards the two unfocused people.

They held firm but I could swear I heard an audible swallow.

I snickered.

Wimps.

The dragon man froze and slowly turned his head to look behind at me, his thick brow raised.

I shrugged.

“The council wants the girl. You can stay.” The men added in unison, a slight shake to their voices.

“My girl, they want my girl?” His voice dropped an octave, and the humid air became stifling.

This council wanted me, why? Because I was a Dark Witch? Well, fuck them. And fuck Cole and his white magic.

Spotting a piece of sharp glass at my feet, I picked it up, tested its weight and sharpness before gripping it.

The white-hot burn of it slicing into my skin where I held it was utterly delicious.

Something within me settled, the constant churning in my gut eased and my shoulders lowered. A calm unlike anything I had experienced before settled over me. I was going to slice these men up. I was going to finally feel someone’s hot blood that wasn't my own splash at my feet.

My face pulled and my dry lips cracked from the stretch. Was this smiling?

“What the fuck..” One of the men muttered before his blurred unfocused silhouette stepped back.