I change my mind!

Xyra's viewpoint

I've had a lot of comfortable sleeps, but none surpass the one I had. I was fully aware of the fact that I was not in my bed. I had woken up at the early hour of the day, when the first cock crowed. Before I opened my eyes, I did a quick mental recap on why my room smelt different. Once everything came back to me, I realise I was too comfortable to be alone. Being in his bed was one thing, but the comfortability was too much. Then I pried my eyes open and faced the reality of my fact.

He slept beside me.

At first, I wanted to panic that he might have marked me, or worse! Then Majesty snap that I should be quiet and let her sleep. She assured me nothing happened and then commanded me to go back to sleep and enjoy the moment. I would have argued, would have fought with her, but it felt so good, too good. I'd never felt that way before, and it made me want to be able to sleep and wake up with that feeling for the rest of my life.

I finally understood what April and mum kept talking about. It was insanely cool. You get to have that one person that is meant for only you. That one person to make you feel special because out of all the women in the world, the goddess saw you were best for him. You get that excitement of the bond buzzing inside you and getting stronger every time you make physical contact. You get to dwell and relish the feel of his hands allover you, his body just for you. We might not have done anything other that cuddle, but I was feeling that way already. Now imagine we do, I wouldn't be able to let go.

Attach, I was already attach.

I didn't want to sleep, so I told Majesty that I want to watch and admire what was ours. She was more than happy to oblige to that decision. We enjoyed studying every single corner of his face, every little itsy bitsy birthmark on his face, the scar behind his ear that trailed down his neck to his shoulder blade. I was worried when I saw the scar, but then got distracted by the sight of his bare shoulder girdle. My eyes went wide as I stared at it with bewilderment. I almost couldn't fight the urge to trace the thick perfectly sculpt shoulders with my fingers. His shoulder girdle suited his thick neck perfectly, too perfectly.

He had "Son Of Fire" tattooed on his left glenohumeral joint, with thick gold ink and it was written in Latin. The writing connected to the gold tail of a Chinese dragon which went on to wrap itself around his arm and to his forearm where it head was that of a lycan's head blowing thick gold and orange flame into his wrist. The flame wrapped around his wrist before it curled up at the middle of his palm. I didn't understand the tattoo, not one bit. But the gold and the way it twisted almost seemed magical. I felt the irresistible urge to touch it, and I did because like I said, irresistible urge.

I gasped when I touched it. Power flowed into my body from it, hot power that almost seemed like it would have destroyed me if I wasn't powerful myself. The wolf dragon moved and danced from his hand to the middle of his bare chest where it curled into a ball and disappeared along with the writing. I would have paid attention to it if I wasn't distracted by the new work of art in front of me. He was shirtless and all mine to adore. I looked around and saw his muscle shirt at the edge of the bed, meaning he took it off somewhere along his sleep.

That aside, I adored him. I discovered every nook and cranny of his front torso, memorised his abs, the lines, the battle scars, the birthmarks and the itsy bitsy freckles. I only willed myself to stop when I reached the hem of his sweatpants, and saw the sweet 'V' leading to the world beyond. For the first time in my entire life, I felt my hormones rise up against me, rise up to testify of the new bond buzzing in me. I kept my eyes there for minutes, mind wandering to places I never knew it could drift to.

I thought about how it would be like to slowly pull the sweatpants off, how it would be like to see what was under. Would he be huge? Would he be small? Fuck that, handsome men like him were always overloaded. Would he react if I touch him? How would he feel if I take him into my mouth? I actually pictured myself doing it and I liked it. I liked the way his face contoured with pleasure in my imagination, the way his deep voice spurt out a moan. I imagined him moaning my name as he cummed in my mouth, and how I would swallow it and lick him clean. Then, I thought about how I would feel if he actually lays over me, pushing in deeper and deeper and… That was where I slapped myself and fell back on the bed to sleep.

My own damn arousal hit my nostrils like a damn bitch. I couldn't help rubbing my thighs together to release the pressure between my legs. I could feel my panties already soaked from my own given lust. He didn't even do anything. I willed myself to sleep with fear that he would perceive my arousal and wake up. I couldn't sleep, not for over an hour. By then, the sky was pale and the sun giving off blooming light, but not it full one.

I knew when he woke up, or at least, sat up. I felt his eyes on him, then the chuckle that left his mouth. I was still awfully arouse, I couldn't stop and Majesty wasn't helping!

"You know, you are a very terrible pretender, work on it. Next time, don't touch the dragon, it would hurt you," he paused and seemed to think about it for a moment before speaking again, "on second thought, he won't. Since he revealed himself to you, he won't hurt you. But please, don't ever touch him again, for extra precaution."

I was good at pretending, he just seemed to be good at reading people's body movements. He was quiet for a minute before a low growl left his throat.

"And don't fucking get yourself arouse again, or I'll throw away self-control and fuck the life out of you. Get some sleep, I beg you." I didn't know if I should be offended by his words or delighted by how it affected me. The way he said it and the actual idea of fucking was appeasing.

Yes, I was definitely losing my mind.

He left, left me to sleep and I did after a long blissful imagination of him actually pumping into me. And it was the best ten minutes of my life.

Staring up at the king size… No, emperor size… Gosh, giant size canopy bed, I couldn't help the smile on my face. The bed was beautiful and had thin layers after layers of electric lavender and lavender pink curtains. Despite the layers, the sunlight still managed to shine through and lit the curtains up. The curtains were actually glowing and it was breathtaking.

Throwing the covers of the bed, my feet carried me across the smooth cold floor with some kind of tile that looked like glass. I started pushing off layers after layers of curtains before I walked out of it, breathing deeply from my little exercise. I took my time to observe the room. It was hard to explain since it was a combination of vintage, modern and some other design. I didn't have the mind for it, so I walked to the French window leading to the balcony, again, going through another forest of glowing gold sheer curtains. It was beautiful, but not good when someone wants to walk pass it.

What I met at the other side made me blink with shock. The window was overlooking a landscape, an amazing one. The landscape had blade cut mountains, it peaks pointy and ready to stab any large object that crashes on it. As they expanded further from my vision, enlightened by the rising sunlight, they looked like rolling hills with little cottages, houses, barns, and rocks. They led all the way to a large river that seems to enclose the town.

I looked down from the balcony and almost gasped when I saw that I was in a house, a house at the clouded top of a mountain. The mountain overlooked a peaceful town, a beautiful olden days town with no technology. Beautiful flowers and plants, even bushes decorated the town.

I was still admiring it when warmth spread from my left wrist. I didn't have time to look at it before I was yanked out of the balcony and back through the walls of curtains. I felt power rip through me as I passed them, only to stop when I was back in the room. I stared at my wrist, completely flustered from what just happened. I followed the hand up to his face, my mate. He didn't look happy at all.

"That… Those aren't normal curtains, are they?"

"No, they are not. What were thinking walking through a trapped window?" He growled angrily, "are you that stupid? One more second in there and the world would have change to somewhere that would end your life. I just found you and you are already endangering mine!"

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed at his unreasonable scream. "And how was I supposed to know that the windows were trapped? Did you tell me? Have I been here before?" I snapped.

"You should have used your brain! Can't you fucking feel!"

"If anyone can just feel it, then what makes it a damn trap!" I yelled back, feeling my own blood boil in my veins. Majesty was more angry. She might want a mate now, but she still remains what she is; a wolf who demands utter respect, because she is majestic.

"Maybe you should have just remained in bed like I told you!"

"As what? Some dog you tell to sit that would just sit? You are an asshole! A fucking asshole!" I yelled, poking his chest with each words. He pinned his lips shut, as if he just realise he was picking an unnecessary fight.

I snatched my wrist from his hand and walked back to the bed which was still covered by curtains. I stopped and placed my hands on my hips, groaning from the thought of going into the curtains again.

"Both curtains are magical, a protection for me. No one can come in through the window if the curtains are down. It would lead them to the world you see, before a meteor end them like the dinosaurs. It's a perfect trap. And anyone can't go out through the windows too, same thing. The ones at the bed don't lead anywhere but paralyses anyone other than me. I'm surprise they didn't touch you." He explained lowly.

"You can keep your fuck ass information to yourself," I growled, throwing him a glare over my shoulder. He sighed guiltily and ran his fingers into his loose hair. I looked away before I followed the motion and forget why I ought to be angry.

"I'm sorry, I just freaked out,"

"I don't know what you think my existence in your life would turn you into, but I love my life and don't wish to die. If you don't want me, you simply have to say it and I leave. I didn't want a mate, still don't want one so you'll be doing me a favour by pushing me away. You might not be able to reject me, but you have the choice to stay away and I can so reject you."

My heart didn't even skip a beat, but I mentally panicked. I didn't want him to send me away, not when I was starting to relish in the idea of having him to myself. The thought scared both Majesty and I to shit. I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it at all.

"Since you see things my way, then it's best we stay away from each other," I didn't know when I turned around with wide eyes.

"You can't take me seriously, I was bluffing! I was bluffing!" I shouted, throwing my hands up.

"You don't want a mate…"

"Yes, but I changed my mind few hours ago. You can't send me away when I'm already loving the feeling of being with you, you can't!" I cried out helplessly. The voidness in his eyes, the blank expression on his face, the calm posture of his body and steady heartbeat. He meant every single word.

"I'm sorry, Xyra, but it has to be this way. I can't let any woman weaken me, especially a child."