Mating to a Dragon

Chapter 5, I've Met the Son of the Devil.. His Name is Drake!

Serena Pov,

Being sat across Drake while he prepares a picnic may be one of the most strangest experiences I will ever have. I've never really been tended for. Witches are all about self reliance and independence. I don't know if this counts as being tended for though, because I can't really help considering I'm still under the compulsion. Big JERK I mentally screamed to him, let me free now, I have a itch on my nose. Please.

Drake looked up from his conjured basket and smirked, he reached over to my face and gently scratched my nose. My whole face flushed from the contact of just one of his fingers. His eye's flashed blue for one second then he leaned back. 

"Serena you are released," he said in his compulsary voice again. 

Suddenly my body became exhausted, as if I ran a 500 meter dash. I may have been told not to feel afraid, but I don't think my body got the memo. 

"I need a pint of Ben and Jerry's," I whined. Hmm one of those 31 flavors would definietly hit the spot, and hopefully cool the tight knot in my stomach down.

"Ben and Jerry's?" Drake asked.

"You haven't been to Ben and Jerry's before, where have you been, how have you survived?" Not having Ben and Jerry's is like not having oxygen. Looks like I will have to save the day, Rock Road to the rescue, I thought as I conjured a court of it on the filled picnic basket.  

"Sooo, your my mate? Are you sure, no offense but I don't seem like your type." You probably go for ice queens and bimbo's like the villains in other stories. 

"What makes you think I'm a villain? Besides of course I'm sure, and your beautiful and smart, and all mine. Your definitely my type." He said as he glared at me. He was almost trying to convey with his eye's how ridiculous I was for doubting his declaration. 

"No offense but what makes you think I wan't to be yours, I don't want a mate." All of which is true.

"Your mine, you want me, do not deny it."

"Look your hot, I'm not going to deny that but I won't mate just any one."

Of course he just started laughing, "I'm very glad you won't just mate anyone, because you've known your whole life that you've belonged to me. You've waited every single moment with baited breath just so you could dote on me." Drake said with clear amusement in his eyes'.

"I think it's the other way around; you were born so you can worship me." I smirked back. 

This guy just can't be real. He's not allowed to be funny, and in no way was that funny. I argued with myself even though a tiny part of me agreed with his statement. I've had one bad encounter with other wizards on the dance floor and descided that once was enough and that I could wait for my mate or not have sex again. Being treated like a sheep, which turned out to be one of my ex-boyfriends fantasies, uugh, is not something I want to repeat. 

Drake growed, obviously seeing my horrible first time.  Having sheep wool grow suddenly during sex is not a pretty sight.

Drake Pov

"I would never change what you look like, you are beautiful the way you are."  And she truly is. Her violet eyes' looking up at me with a glint of hummor, her perky nose just a little raised. 

"Aah thanks, but flattery will get you no where. I mean what type of guy can't even conger up Ice Cream?" Serena said with too much amusement in her eyes.

She can't mock me I'm her lord and master, "I'm your lord and master, I can conger up an entire army,    magics lost in time, a whole different dimension." One I can use to throw you in and keep you there to be my toy, part of my hoard. I tried to give her a menacing stare to intimidate her but she just laughed it off like all of my master powers was no big deal. I am one of the most powerful creatures alive!