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But I have to deal with that now. Aiden leaves tomorrow for Great Britain, where he will spend the next six weeks on holiday with Amelie.
I don’t hate Amelie. I really don’t. I can’t say that I like her, but that’s a personality conflict, not a problem with who she is as a person. She’s very much the princess type, and I don’t get along with princess types, but I don’t feel like there’s a problem with being a princess type.
Still, when I think of Amelie spending time with the man I love, touching him, holding him, laying under him and experiencing the same ecstasy that I have now, I can’t help but hate her.
Aiden promises me that he feels nothing for her, and I believe him. I understand that he has an obligation to be with the woman chosen for him by his father. I understand that he has a responsibility to his people to honor the arrangements that he’s agreed upon.
But the fact remains that Aiden will be with another woman for six weeks, and I can’t handle knowing that.
So, I cling to every possible moment with him that I can now, so that when he leaves, and I have to accept the fact that he’s going to screw Amelie just because obligation requires him to, I can think to myself that I’ve given him more than she ever can, done more for him than she ever can, been more to him than she ever will be.
It’s cold comfort and a Pyrrhic victory all wrapped into one, but it’s all I have, and I intend to keep it.
He cries out, and I immediately wrap my legs around him and grind my hips crazily on him. “Yes, Aiden!” I cry out through my own orgasm. “Cum inside me! Fill me up! Fill me up! Cum in me, baby. Yes. Yes, please. Yes, please.”
I keep grinding and talking to him until he finishes throbbing inside me. Then I wrap my arms around him and cling to him, continuing to grind and squeeze until I feel his cock harden again.
I push him off of me and slide down until my mouth is on his cock. I grab his ass and pull him down on top of me until his cock is buried in my throat.
I don’t let him go until he finishes deep in my throat. I swallow deeply until he finishes cumming, then I pull off of him and use my hands. By the time I have to collapse from exhaustion, he’s cum in my pussy, my throat and on my face.
I hold him closely for as long as I possibly can. When he finally has to leave, I cling to him a moment longer, but finally, I have to release him.
“It won’t be long, Brooke,” he promises me. “The time will fly by.”
I can’t reply. The lump in my throat is too strong, so I can only nod.
He kisses my forehead and leaves me alone, and I remain in bed for a long while before I finally head to the shower.
The shower helps. It rinses away some of the anxiety and grief I feel, but it also leaves me empty. I feel like… this is strange, but I feel the way I imagine someone would feel after grieving the loss of a loved one. The sharpness of the pain is gone, but the loss is still there.
I think that’s when I start to believe that I need to end things with Aiden. The longer I pretend that I have a future with him, the harder it will be when that future eventually ends.
I walk onto the balcony of my house and look out over the garden. The rising sun shines brilliantly off of the rosebushes, making them appear alight, on fire.
And suddenly, I understand.
* * *
Aiden
Lord Brantley stands with his daughter when my plane lands. He smiles at me and bows deferentially, but I see the hate gleaming in his eye when he straightens. He is still offended by the events of the meeting where Brooke argues for a partnership between dragons and humans rather than conflict. I don’t believe it’s the fact that she disagrees with him that offends him, but the fact that my father sides with Brooke, a human, over himself, a dragon.
I’m not sure where this belief in the superiority of dragons to humans comes from. Historically, this is not the case. Dragons and humans were often at conflict with each other, but never in the ancient records is there an indication that dragons considered humans to be inferior.
Yet recently, it seems there is a growing faction of dragons who believe that we are inherently superior to other races and the rightful rulers of the planet. I can’t understand it.
I’m not saying that dragons and humans are equal in all things. Clearly, dragons have advantages in some areas. We are stronger, longer-lived, more durable, and because of our long lifespans and love of knowledge, we are often wiser.
However, Brooke is correct. Humans have an ingenuity that dragons don’t have. They can look at a problem that a dragon would consider impossible to solve and find a solution that a dragon would never think of. To deny such a talent and believe that dragons are better off separating themselves from it is foolish.
Yet Brantley and others like him seem unable to acknowledge that foolishness. I don’t know how to overcome such shortsightedness.
“Your Highness,” Brantley says with a fake smile. “It’s an honor to welcome you to our home.”
“It’s an honor to be here,” I lie. “And as always, it is a treat to see my lovely fiancé.”
Amelie smiles at me, but I can see the jealousy in her eyes. I firmly believe that Lord Brantley initiates the argument we have about Brooke earlier, but it’s clear that my response affects her. She offers me her hand, and when I kiss it, she pulls it away almost forcefully.
