THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 18: Perth with a Purpose

Sliding into a seat at the hotel bar, I order a white wine of his choice. In all honestly I drink so little that Draco always orders for me so I'm definitely not prepared to order it on my own.

"Here you are babe," The bartender says with that amazing Aussie accent. With a wink, he slaps the bar top before heading down the other end and helping a new patron.

Sipping my wine, I take in my tasteful surroundings. This establishment truly is lovely. The floors are a black marble with white veins running through them, the bar and table tops appear to be the opposite, with white looking marble with black and blue veins running through them. All the fixtures are complemented with copper colors, with lovely domed lighting all around.

Using the mirror in front of me behind the bar, I check out all the other people milling about the restaurant bar. Everyone seems to be having a lovely time. The wear and tear of life temporarily forgotten in here. No PBR, no 'cursed dragons,' no parents who don't remember they're your parents..

Hairs rise along the back of my neck and arms as I fight a small smile. I don't need to look around to know he's here. No, because I can feel him near.

Leaning down into my space, he voice thick with want, he says, "May I join you?"

Catching his eyes in the mirror, I give him a nod. Pleased, his eyes glint silver for a moment before he slides onto the stool beside me.

The Aussie bartender comes over, giving Draco a wary look. Most likely due to the sheer size of him. Though it could be just his mere presence. Power constantly comes off of him in waves no matter want he does. He just has a look of an alpha, of a man who takes what he wants, and kills for kicks.

"What can I get you mate?" He says, not nearly as friendly as he was with me might I add.

"Fire-" he starts, before I interrupt him saying just whiskey to the bartender. Who's name seems to be Luke according to the name tag I apparently overlooked earlier.

Luke looks a bit confused, but heads off to make Draco his drink.

Skimming his hand along my forearm, I shyly glance at him at him from underneath my lashes. His own eyes are pinned on my breasts pushed snuggly up in my dress.

"You got a name?" He growls.

Laughing lightly, I slide my left hand around my wine and deliberately bring it to my lips, quirking my brow at him.

"Ahh I see. Betrothed?" He quips, running his talented tongue along the top seam of his lips. My knickers would have been drenched, had I bothered to put them on.

Biting my lip, I adjust my myself, clenching my legs together with a coy nod. His smile is tells me he knows exactly what's going on below my waist.

"Do you think he'd let me have you just for the night?" He drops his head to the crook of my neck, and goddamn it. The bloody bastard licks me from my exposed collarbone up to the tip of my ear. My traitorous body baring my neck to him like an offering.

And we all know I'm fucking offering.

Pulling away, my body instantly misses his warmth as it trembles slightly at the loss. Smirking while not taking his eyes off me, his hand darts out just in time to grab the whiskey sliding down the long bar.

Lifting it to his lips, his brows shoot up as he takes a sip.

This muggle shit is good.

I laugh, unable to keep it to myself even though I probably look absurd laughing at him just drinking his drink.

Placing it down on the counter he says, "You didn't answer my question."

"Definitely not. He's very possessive of me."