Dragonkin 4 You're my Mate? No thanks.

Part 24 Misunderstanding

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I will my erratic pulse to slow and quickly grab her roving hand to still it. "I don't think that's a good idea either".

Her hand halts. Pressing closer, she licks my neck. In a soft voice, she persuades, "Aww...Don't be spoilsport. I promise, it'll be good". Rubbing her body against mine like a cat, she nibbles at my earlobe.

Her sensual assault is fast demolishing my defences. My restraint is crumbling quickly. Beads of sweat breaks out on my forehead and my body tingles. My hand start slackening its hold on her tiny wrist while the other almost reaches for her waist. It's so easy to give in.

The other woman is reluctant to be ignored. She mirrors Elaia's move, sandwiching me with her body. Nibbling on my other earlobe, she whispers, "Don't forget about me. Cynaia needs your loving too". Her small fingers wrap around my wrist and she guides my hand which was reaching for Elaia to her firm breast.

Cupping her pert breast, my mind fills with fog. Drowning in a sexual haze, I begin to let myself go.

I didn't know when my arms encircle both of their waist. My hands are groping their behind and pulling them closer to me. Their soft breasts are plastered against my chest and my head is bent, snuggling against the sides of their smooth delicate necks.

Growling in hunger, I alternately suck on Elaia's neck as I lave the marks I made.

I want to devour them. Tear their clothes off and have my way with them.

Arching her neck, Elaia moans, her arms reaching around my head and yanking it down, smothering my head in the valley of her generous breasts. I lick her breasts and suckle at her nipples, making her bend backwards, offering me more of her voluptuous bounty.

Not to be outdone, Cynaia uses my hand to massage her breast. Taking her cue, I graze her nipple with my thumb, making her gasp in delight. Her body writhing against mine, she rubs her pelvis provocatively against my thigh while my hand squeezes her buttock in return.

"Take me," she pleads hoarsely, her eyes laden with lust. Her dainty fingers reaching for my jacket buttons.

The lust driving me, I release Elaia and wrap my hand under Cynaia bottom. Lifting her up, I pin her against the wall with my body. Her legs agilely wrap around my waist intimately, positioning me at her woman's apex.

Kissing her passionately, I grind myself against her as Elaia looks on and pleasures herself.

"...Karalianus... Karalianus..." I dimly heard a female voice calling out to me in the distance.

Wait. It's not some female's voice. It's Cassy's!

My lust-filled hazy mind is instantly given a huge splash of icy water when harsh realisation struck. My body freezes in the act of parting Cynaia's skirt and I immediately step away from her, as if she's a piece of hot coal.

Landing on the cold hard floor with a big thump, Cynaia glares at me in confusion. "We're having a wonderful time. Why did you suddenly drop me?"

"Sorry, I'm not in the right mind. Please excuse me," I apologise swiftly, efficiently putting my clothing to rights as I walk quickly towards the entrance of the recess.

Shaded by curtains, it blocks the view of curious by-passers from the alcove. Thank the Goddess for small favours. If Cassy had walked in on us, I'll have a tough time explaining it.

Blocking my path, Elaia folds her arms mulishly and stops me. "Not so soon, mister. You haven't pleased us yet and you want to leave?"

"And if I insist?" I replied rhetorically with a hint of growl. I'm making a statement, not asking nicely.

Cynaia wraps her arms around my waist from behind, breaking my stride. For one of such slight stature, she's surprisingly strong.

Her slender arms roaming my front, she protests vehemently, "Hmph! Out of the question. You can't leave until you've pleasured us. Hundreds of men have fought over our attentions. Yet you didn't think twice about rejecting our favours and deserting us. It would dent my pride as a nymph".

At her contact, my conscious control slips again. I find myself reaching to touch her bare skin.

Attempting to re-establish my sobriety, I grab Cynaia's arms and dislodge them. Freeing myself from her embrace, I push her from me.

Breaking contact, my mind clears once more. I mustn't let her touch me. For some reason, her touch fogs my mind.

Watching our tussle, Elaia muses with surprise, "You have the willpower to resist us?"

Striking a stance, she joins in, "You're a rare one indeed. I must have you".

Halting in front of her, I warn menacingly, "Please move".

Arching a brow, she challenges with sensual promise, "Oh, I will. On one condition". Raising her face to me within close proximity, she lists her requirement, "A kiss".

"That's all?" I confirm. It's a trap! Don't fall for it! Look at her confidence, she's sure she'll have you in her grasp, my logic reasons.

"Yes, a kiss is all," she breathes, her breath blowing on my lips, close enough for me to kiss her.

"Deal," I murmur as I kiss her chastely. My brain is cursing me all kinds of stupid.

Despite my best intentions, upon touching her lips, all thoughts of discipline flee my logic. My arms embrace her tightly, plastering her to my front. Kissing her deeply, I walk her backwards and presses her against the wall. My restless hand gropes her bottom while the other cradles the back of her head, angling her head for a deeper kiss.

The curtain to the alcove is unceremoniously flung apart.

The bright lights of the ballroom blind me for a moment and noises of distant chattering enters the alcove.

"What are you doing?" a shrill female voice remarks with displeasure. Grabbing my shoulder, Cassy roughly turns me around to face her.

It took me a few precious seconds to register her presence. Damn.

Yeah, you're right. Damn. Let's see how you're going to explain this situation to your beloved, my vindicated brain chided. I warned you, didn't I? Blinded by lust, you chose to ignore me.

Her sharp finger digs into my chest. Cassy glares at me furiously as she raises her voice, "I came to apologise for my discourtesy this afternoon but walked in on your pleasant diversion..."

The rest of her diatribe is lost on me as I grapple with the current circumstances. The bright lights behind her form a nimbus around her head, making Cassy resemble an avenging Valkyrie.

She's going to tear you a new one. You do realise that? My befuddled brain jeers. Better get a hold of your bearings and think up ways to save your skin.

"...What excuses will you be giving me this time to reason your hugging and kissing this woman intimately?" Cassy pushes my shoulder, demanding an explanation.

Raising my hands in defence, I reply, "This is a terrible misunderstanding".

Rounding on me, she loses her temper. "A misunderstanding? Who's this woman? Don't tell me she's another one of your sisters? I didn't know you have so many sisters? Are all of your sisters roaming around my city as we speak?"

I wince at her accurate retort. She got me good. It'll be difficult to rationalize this out. In this moment, I wish I was Karalianus. He's the one with the gift of the gab. He can always reason his way out of any situation and emerge as the winner, coming out of verbal fights smelling like a goddam flower even when he's at fault.

Poking her finger into my chest again, she states with anger, "She's obviously a forest nymph!"

Ouch, I grimace in pain at her action. Once she gets mated to me, I'll have to cure her of the habit of poking me with her finger, I muse idly.

Before I can form a reply, Elaia steps between Cassy and me. She pushes Cassy away from me and faces her squarely.

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