Page 17 of My Dark Obsession

The dragon's loud deep inhale brought me back from my thoughts as his hands slid to my hips and gripped me tight before whispering in my ear in his low timber “Careful little one, there is only so much I can do to hold him back.”

I swallowed back my reply and edged away from those tempting hands.

What would it be like to see his dragon? What colour would he be? Would he have glowing red eyes like his human?

“We have come to a conclusion and a plan,” the Council man said as he clapped his hands together.

A conclusion and a plan? For what? I frowned and waited.

“Due to you not showing any signs of actually containing the Dark Witch’s pure power, we think that an arranged marriage to a quiet, yet well respected White witch would stop the fear that's going to tremble through the realm.”

The room heated instantly as the dragon growled loudly and stalked towards the councilman.

Fucking marry me off?

Yeah, I wasn't going to stop Rí from eating these audacious men. No one controlled me; no one told me what to do anymore and I definitely wasn't going to marry some random witch.

“Gather ye’ urns, it’s time ye’ was incinerated,” Rí rumbled as he reached forward to grip the cloak of salt and pepper man.

It would be the perfect time to reach forward, grip salt and pepper man’s hair and pull his head back.

This would give me the perfect angle to grip his overused, presumptuous tongue and pull with all my might.

God, it would be glorious to feel the tendons tearing beneath my fingers as the muscles tore and parted in their-

“Hold on, hold on.” Cole sputtered as he stepped in front of the men, pulling me from my vivid imagination. Rí’s hand was engulfed in orange flames and the room became unbearably hot. Sweat beaded at my curled lip as I glared at the White witches.

“Damn it Rí! I said hold on!” A rush of cold air burst from Cole as he pushed it at Rí, cooling the room and diminishing the flame in its wake.

“No one is having an arranged marriage.” He gave the councilman a questioning look and carried on, “Amaya wants to go back to the human realm; she wants to leave.

So, instead of allowing her ‘pure’ magic to scare our people, let's help her get back then all is well. Right?” His tired eyes met mine and I tilted my head at him, a nod of agreement.

I didn't have to tell them I was planning on returning and that it wouldn't just be me this time.

“You want to return to the humans?” The red-haired man on the right of salt and pepper asked in confusion. The utter disdain dripping from his face and voice as he said humans was a sign he hated them.

Well I hated them too, but I wasn't going back for them.

“Yes.” I bit out.

Silence resumed as Rí walked backwards until he was next to me once more, his big muscles tense and ready for a fight. I laid my hand on his forearm to calm the beast. At my touch his entire frame relaxed and he edged closer to me still.

This dragon was one needy beast.

“We need time to discuss this, your lack of care towards our messengers last night and your inability to refrain from allowing the beast to control himself are signs we can’t leave you to roam the realm without being watched.

” The original councilman spoke with a cold sharpness that had me gritting my teeth.

Control the dragon? Watched? Wow the more this man spoke the more pissed off I got.

“Until we have made a permanent decision, you will reside at the–”

I cut him off there. I wasn't having any of this and I couldn't hold my tongue anymore. The utter disrespect from these men and Cole-good fucking lord that man was on my hit list for sure.

Yeah, he may have potentially stopped their idea for an arranged marriage, but I didn't trust him. Not one bit.

“I will be staying at the Dark Mountain. Not that it concerns you where I will be because my life has nothing to do with you. You cannot and will not make a decision on behalf of me.”

I was angry. I was tense and my stomach churned with the tell-tale sign another hour had passed without the twins. The now clear blue sky and bright sun peered down at us through the tree’s clusters.

How could such a beautiful tree be the centre of something so ugly.

The three men before us sputtered and looked at each other in outrage.

“The Dark Mountain is not yours to claim!” Salt and pepper gaped.

“The Dark Mountain is the home to all Dark Witches, and my Mate is a Dark Witch.”

“Mate? Now Rí surely you will not be continuing this charade with the Dark Witch, if you only joined our–”

The loud roar of a pissed off dragon shook the room; the vibration had the clusters falling to the white floor as the room heated up again.

“Do no’ disrespect my Mate like tha’ again!” He roared.

The hairs on my arm stood on end as the tingle of magic filled the air. The power that was spilling from Rí sent a familiar buzz through my veins, my idle magic was responding to its Mate.

The councilman began to yell at him to calm down as the air shifted around the dragon.

Holy shit. He was shifting.

He turned his blazing red eyes to me and spoke through gritted teeth, “The mountain–return...to the mountain Mo Chridhe.”

“Hell fucking no. I want to see the beast!” I said excitedly. I'm not ashamed to say I was slightly giddy. This was the most fun I had ever had. I was going to see a real-life dragon and he was no doubt going to eat these annoying men. All for me.

So chivalrous!

A hand on my arm sent an irritating itch along my back as my mark swirled beneath my skin.

“Come on. Out!” Cole snapped as he tried to drag me into that long white corridor.

That was the final straw for Rí as his skin blurred and a loud snapping crack filled the room. The councilmen ran past me, knocking me into the wall as they ran like little bitches down the corridor, swearing about uncontrollable dangerous shifters as they went.

“Amaya?” A shrill voice gasped as I looked from the blurred shifter in front of me. Bri the coffee lady stood with a tray of paper coffee cups with her logo on.

“The fuck..” Cole squinted at her through the sweat dripping into his tired eyes.

“Get out, the both of you.” Grabbing my arm and then hers he caused her to drop the coffee all over the pure white floor. He dragged us quickly through the corridor and out the green house, just in time to see a monstrous black dragon with huge glowing red eyes rise from a strange white mist.

He was the deadliest, most beautiful thing I had ever had the pleasure of putting my eyes on. His shimmering scales slightly shone like stars against the sunlight, his huge sharp white teeth dripped with something that burned a hole into the roof below him .

I breathed out in utter awe as the screams around me turned the streets into chaos.

Cole grabbed my arm once again making the itch become almost unbearable, but the dragon’s enormous roar of rage punctured through the air and pierced our ears. I clapped my hands to cover them and bared my teeth in what I knew to be a smile up at the dragon.

He was truly glorious. My stomach flipped and my heart raced at the sight of him. So angry and filled with rage. All for me.

Only for me.

Cole let go of me and spread his hands wide in surrender and backed away.

“Wooooow.” I jumped and looked at Bri still beside me, her face also stretched wide with a smile as she looked from Rí to me. “That's so damn cool,” she squealed before holding onto my arm and jumping up and down, her bouncy curls flying all around her head like a floating halo.

No roar greeted us when she touched me. It looked like he just didn't want Cole to touch me.

I grinned once more.

“Come on, let me walk you to his bar. You can wait for him there while he has his fun.” She happily chatted to me as she guided me away from a glaring Cole.

“I’m staying at the Dark Mountain.”

I flinched from the screech she gave as she squealed a “Of course you are, you powerful bitch you!”

There wasn’t a sign of a councilman in sight.

Pathetic weak men.

Bri walked me the entire way to the portal that led to the Dark Mountain.

She chatted the entire way past the nosy onlookers and screaming, panicked people.

Her constant chatting filled my noisy head, and I found I kind of liked it.

She had so much to say, so much to laugh about and it covered the screams of my begging boys and constant need to bring pain. She blocked it all out.

“I will send over some sweet treats; I can’t come to the mountain of course, but you can meet me here and grab them. In fact, I'll send some right away. Rí’s going to be super hungry after this shift!” Nodding to herself she smoothed down the orange sundress she wore.

I tilted my head and asked, “Why after this shift?”

Her mouth opened in an ‘O’ before answering, “Well he hasn't shifted since the war. He's the last dragon, so he and his dragon have been without their Horde and well...that's a bit lonely for a dragon. So they haven’t shifted.”

Eighteen entire years he had been holding his dragon in. Eighteen years he had been alone without his kind. Eighteen years he had been alone. I had started to wonder if Rí and I were more alike than I thought. Both so very different, so very alone, so very out of place in our worlds.

I hadn't believed in these Fates the dragon spoke off, but could they have chosen him for me because he understood me? Not once had he forced a smile from me, not once had he forced me to be something I wasn't. In fact he had been in awe at my excitement to bring pain to those messengers.

Were we matched together because I also understood the feeling of being alone and lost? Until my twins, they healed me, made me strong. Became my obsession.

Was I that to Rí? Was I his dark obsession ?

So were these Fates right in pairing us? Were we supposed to find each other? Was Rí really and truly…mine?