Treasure Of Dragons, Royal Dragons Book 1 Chapter 89

Elizabeth

I looked at him and was amazed at my reaction. He was beautiful. His body was muscled and toned, and even though he lived here in the Canadian North West Territories, where it was so cold and snowy so much of the year, his skin was a golden bronze color.

My dragon surged, and I thought for a moment that I might actually sift. That was supposed to be impossible. The next thing my dragon screamed at me should have been impossible to, She screamed “Mate”.

What the absolute fuck? We had always been told that Royal Dragons could only mate with other Royal Dragons. That was the whole entire bullshit that started this fucking thing. The idea that those Royal Dragon Males could only mate and breed with us Royal Dragon Females. Yet, here was my dragon, going absolutely ape shit over this man lying before us, screaming that he was her mate.

I just sat on my ass in the snow. I couldn’t actually move. I was glad for the extra room now that his Polar Bear had shrunk down to his human size. He still took up considerable room. I was trying to be polite and not touch him, but my dragon definitely wanted to touch him. In fact, she was giving me rather vivid images of what she wanted to do to him, and I had a feeling my face was red. This was so totally foreign to me. Since I turned 13 and had a huge bomb dropped on my life, not once had I fantasized about mating and sex, but damn, my dragon had an imagination.

I was listening and I heard more talking and walking above. They were arguing about where their “kill” could be. Did they know he was a shifter? Were they poachers? I didn’t think it was legal to hunt Polar Bears. I knew if you had to defend yourself from one, self-defense was okay, but I didn’t think you were allowed to just go out and hunt them. I wasn’t exactly up on all that shit though, so who knows. It was actually irrelevant right now. He was a shifter, and it was most definitely not okay to shoot him.

I kept my gun close, hoping that he would stay quiet. He didn’t move, but I very quietly moved the thermal blanket to cover him up. First, he might appreciate not flashing me all the goods when he did wake up. Second, he seemed to be putting off a lot of body heat, but we were lying on the snow, so I thought it wise to cover him up at least a bit. 

The voices and the sounds of arguing got further away. I just prayed they would go away and didn’t come back. I didn’t really want to deal with shooting two people today. Now, I could shoot a couple of dragons no problem, the bastards, but not people I didn’t even know. Although, my dragon was very much for killing the men who had hurt her mate. 

That was still short-circuiting my brain. A whole lifetime’s worth of teaching gone in a moment. I wondered if it was because Dragons were just snobby bastards, who didn’t want to admit that they could mate with other species. Where did that false narrative start? Whatever, the answer to that question, right now, staring me in the face, was proof that it was a big fat lie.

Damn, why couldn’t we have discovered this shit before my sisters got shipped off with those other fucking bastards? I hoped they were okay, but I had to be careful. If I focused on that too much I would lose my shit and break down. Now was not the time to do that. I could cry and fuck shit up later, right now, I had to protect my mate, and get us the fuck to safety or something. 

I pulled my first aid kit out of my pack, and I crawled over to where he was. Now that the hunters were gone I felt safer about trying to tend to his wounds. With being a shifter his body should heal quickly, but it might need me to take a bullet out first. 

I was able to get him turned over and he grunted, but otherwise didn’t react like I had hurt him, which was a good thing. I could see that the wound was actually a through-and-through, so there was no bullet. Just about the time I was wondering why he hadn’t healed, the wound started to close. Then I suddenly found myself on my back, with a very large man pinning me down and staring into my face.

I caught my breath as I stared into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I couldn’t speak or move, and he moved his face closer to mine. He buried his nose into my neck and growled. My dragon purred and I actually heard the sound come out of my mouth.

He pulled back and looked at me, his pupils dilated, and he growled, “Mate”.

I looked at him took a big breath of his scent that made my mouth water and my pussy get very wet, and I breathed out almost a moany “Mate” back to him.

He grinned, and then his mouth was on mine, and I was very enthusiastically trying to kiss him back. As I had never kissed anyone I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but I just mirrored what he did. He groaned into my mouth. 

He pulled back and looked down at me, “What is your name?” He spoke English perfectly, but he had an accent.

“Elizabeth, but my family always called me Eli, and your name?” he smiled at me.

“I am Kaskae, you are very beautiful, I am a lucky man, I claim you as my mate” He breathed into my neck again and growled a low soft sound. 

My breathing picked up, “You do not mind that I am a dragon and not a polar bear shifter?” 

He smiled like he thought that question rather silly, “Who am I to question the god’s design for my mate. You are not the first dragon I have met, nor are you the first to mate with our people. Dragons are very adept at living in harsh conditions like our home. Am I the first polar bear shifter you have met?” 

“Yes, you are actually the first non-dragon shifter I have ever met. I was kept very much sheltered in my home in Romania, there were no other types of shifters near that I was aware of. I am discovering that my family, even if not purposefully doing so, is quite isolated by species.”

He tilted his head, his face showing some worry, “Are you sorry your mate is not a dragon?”

I grinned, “No, I am glad. I am so happy to find you.”

“Me as well. I must take you home to meet your new family.” I smiled, as he thoroughly kissed me again.