CLXII ||| Is Equality of Mates a Thing?

{"Relax, babe. You're making this hard."} Oli whispered in my mind.

It's hard to relax when I'm dripping with your cum, Oli. It's hard to even think about anything else but having you in me again. My pussy is all swollen and drenched, craving for you.

He gasped, hands on mine, as we walked around the stores build in the insides of the Castle, both with a blank face as if nothing happened.

{"You brought that on yourself, babe."}

I know. But it doesn't change how much I want you in me.

{"Imagine if I were a jerk and said that I would only give it to you again, if you promised you wouldn't break our mating bond."} He flashed me an evil grin with fangs.

Tightening my grip on his hand, I said nothing.

{"That's what I thought."} He scoffed and brought me to a physical store of Yves Saint Laurent, which was, surprisingly, managed by a female dark witch. "Miss Lia Rossi, you came!" Oli exclaimed friendly and I had to hold myself not to frown.

The gorgeous witch with long straight dark red hair, tan skin, purple eyes, tall, and a slim runaway-model-ish body, with thin elegant lips, turned to us with a sensual smile. I don't know if I'm bitter with jealousy or kind of attracted. Both?

{"I prefer the jealousy."}

Go to hell.

{"We will."} He purred.

"Oliver-Sean Strauss-Khan, I was wondering if you would or not come around," then her eyes fell to me and her grin got even more sensual. "Hel Miralanthor, the legendary black winged-serpent everyone has been talking about non-stop," she came closer to me, walking graciously in a pair of fancy red heels that made her even taller. "You are even more charmingly endearing in person."

"Thank you, Miss Lia, you are charming too."

Is she flirting with me?

{"She is,"} he growled. {"And she is into girls."} "You remember she's my mate, right, Lia?"

She glared at him, "Unfortunately, yes. Well, it's good to have you in here," her eyes met mine again. "I loved your bloody match yesterday. I knew you had that fire in you the second you landed graciously back on the opening ceremony. So, what do you want to see here? Hells? Dresses?"

"I don't know," I tuned to Oli. "Do you want to buy something in here, babe? I know you like the brand."

{"I like how you called me even more."} "I do, yes, babe."

I'm doing it because you're jealous. "What do you want then?"

He turned to Lia who was watching us with sheer amusement, "Lia, you know the new collection of high heels and high heeled boots?" A nod. "Bring us the ones you have it. Hel love those kind of shoes."

I blinked, "Oh, we'll be buying for me?"

"Of course, babe. You spent your money on the kids, it's my turn to spend mine you," he brought our interlocked hands up and kissed my knuckles. {"And the new collection is beautiful. Will suit you, you'll see."}

Cheeks burning, I nodded, "Okay. But I'll pay for you next time."

"You got lucky, vampire," Lia purred while walking into the back of store, taking a part of the room which is usually our Physics of Flight classroom. "You make a good match."

"I know," he said with a cocky smirk. {"See? We match perfectly."}

I rolled my eyes as he guided me to the sitting area. "That's what fate seems to have thought, if it made us mates, no? I heard mates have some kind of power equality. You needed a mate as powerful as yourself, same goes for me. We are the strongest around here, thus, mates."

{"I never heard about that."} "I don't think that's the case for all mated couples, beautiful," before I could sit down on the couch, he made me sit on his lap, hand on my waist again, because he can't hold himself. "If so, we should be worrying about the Supreme Dragon King too, instead of only the Supreme Dragon Queen, no?"

Uh, I hadn't thought about that at all.

{"You think we should?"}

Think of him as a threat? No idea. But he wouldn't be okay with it.

{"With us destroying his mate?"}

Yes. He wouldn't be okay with it. I have no idea what his powers are, but maybe we should look into him too. Who knows? He may be faking to be a lesser threat, but be just as vicious as she is.

{"Maybe. I confess I also never really saw him like that."}

Because Meredith is the hardcore one. But they are mates after all. He can't be so clueless and indifferent about what she does. And if he also shares her view of how shite should be, than he might be a danger for us too, Oli. After all, Meredith is not alone with Philippa.

{"Taking her down means taking everyone on her side down."}

That's what war is. For that, we'll need the army.

{"To get the army we'll need to go to hell after the Crown."}

To go after the Crown, we'll need Angela's tear earrings.

{"Later, the aether sword and daggers."}

And the aether magic user.

{"Pacific Ocean, Alaska, Everest, Emerald Sky City, then Hell."}

Seems like a plan.

Bringing our interlocked hands up, he kissed my knuckles and gave me that smile that melts me entirely. {"A plan it is, beautiful."}

The second Lia came back with a tall pile of fancy boxes of shoes, All of Us by Labrinth ft. Zendaya began to play around us, and the door was open widely giving view to none other than the guy we were just talking about a second ago. Supreme Dragon King Preston Bloom, who's weirdly my paternal grandfather. As he came inside, three male dragon guards stood outside the door as he closed them after he got inside.

Hah, isn't this such a bitter coincidence?

{"Is he only here for clothes or for one of us?"}

That's what we'll know in a bit.

And as Preston's baby blue eyes, identical to Russell's and to mine when I was a child, met mine, he smirked slowly. "Look who we have here," he walked towards me as Lia put down the shoes in front of us and left into the store again, probably wanting to be anywhere but in here. "Wilhelmina Rosalind Miralanthor and Oliver-Sean Montgomery Strauss-Khan. Isn't this such a coincidence?"

Uh, I don't think it's a coincidence anymore.

{"Definitely not a coincidence. Now, what does he want?"}

"Your Majesty," I titled my head condescendingly. "I had no idea you use Yves Saint Laurent, but it seems like you have a better fashion taste than you look like."

"I do, indeed. Fashion is a big interest of mine, Hel. But how would you know?" This time his eyes gleamed with a predatory gleam. "You've been locked in the crypt for two thousand years, have you not? I doubt you had ever even met people before you came here."

He doesn't sound so harmless now, does he?

{"This bloody motherfucker,"} but I held Oli's arm tight before he could do anything impulsive in a way to protect me. {"He's provoking."}

"You couldn't be more right about that, Your Majesty. Are you also aware of how I ended up there, or what connects you?" I asked softly in the most fake kindness ever.

His eyes darkened, "I was never a absent parent like my mate, kid."

"That sounds like a yes," I grinned, keeping my cool.

{"That means he knows you're his granddaughter!"}

It also means he knows his mate killed my mom with Philippa and has been torturing me in the bloody crypt for more than twenty centuries, and did nothing. He may not an absent father, but he certainly is a shitty one. To let his son's daughter go through what Meredith did to me.

"Yes," he purred, eyes still on mine. "I am aware of everything. In fact, I've even saw you before, but you won't remember it."

What in the bloody fuck? "When was that?"

{"You met him before?"}

I have no recollection of that, at all.

{"Could he have seen you before Meredith or during it?"}

Oliver, I have no idea.

{"I know you don't, beautiful. I'm thinking, not asking you."}

Well, how would I know that either?

"You would like to know, wouldn't you?" He sat in front of us.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked," I snapped, face blank.

Preston's eyes narrowed for a bit, "I see that your eyes are now a deep midnight blue like Shay's. They used to be like mine and Freddy's. It seems like Shay's genetics were stronger than ours."