26. Chapter Twenty-Seven

Aetius. I'd never heard that name in my entire life, and it was my birth name. What I would do to ask my parents for the truth? I couldn't trust Helena to tell me anything, and I wouldn't believe her if she did.

I'd spent my entire life believing a lie. Why hadn't someone told me? Why was it a secret? What were we missing? I'd spent the entire day with a fake smile on my face, trying to make sure Dorran didn't sense how much anxiety I had inside of me.

After tossing Toby across the room on accident and finding out my entire life was a lie, I felt exhausted. Maybe having Sasha over would help me feel normal.

Whatever that was.

I pulled on a summer dress Dorran had someone bring over, along with a plethora of other clothes, and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked mostly the same.

There was only a longing on my face, behind those blue eyes, and heart-shaped face. I needed to know where I came from before I turned into some troll or something.

Dorran's shadow hovered over me in the bedroom closet. I glanced over my shoulder at him leaning against the doorjamb, one hand placed above my head on the wall, and the other shoved into his pocket.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

I twirled back and forth in my dress. "Nothing—,"

Dorran twisted a blonde lock around his giant finger. "Don't lie. I can feel how nervous you are. I know it's not about Sasha coming, so spill it, is it about your birth certificate?"

I turned to face him and looked up to meet his gaze. "It's everything, Dorran. It's my last name. These crazy powers, and the fact I have no idea who I am."

He nodded while wrapping four fingers around the back of my neck. "I understand—well, I don't, but I get your worry. Let's relax tonight," he said, his gaze lowered to my mouth.

A hot blush traveled over me. "Why does relaxing seem so naughty, Dorran?"

Dorran stepped forward, pinning me against the closet wall between a built-in shoe rack and the start of the clothes. "Because how I make you relax is very ill-behaved, Little Mouse."

"Yeah?" I asked in a whisper. "How do you plan to do that?"

Dorran smiled; lazily he gripped the bottom edge of my dress and pushed it up to my hips. The cool air nipped at me, bringing goosebumps up my skin and peeking my nipples. "I think I have a few ways to make you feel better."

My fingers pressed against his pecs as he slid his fingers down the plane of my stomach and underneath my underwear. The roughness of his fingertips brought tears to my eyes.

Dorran brought his other hand to my mouth, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb, while sliding his index finger into me. My body ached for him.

Instead of screaming like I wanted, I captured his thumb between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. Dorran's eyes flashed red, and he looked oddly surprised.

His surprise didn't last long, he watched as I sucked harder, and he increased his pace between my legs. The newness of his finger in my mouth, and the building pressure between my legs made my stomach tighten in new sensations.

Dorran cursed under his breath, slid his finger from my mouth, and snatched my panties down my legs. Before I could blink, I was on my back on the closet floor with his mouth between my legs.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and I rode his face until an orgasm burned inside of me. But he stopped before I fell over the edge, sitting back on his knees, he brought me up his thighs, pulled out his cock, and slid it into me.

The orgasm poured out of me like a broken damn.

Pinning me against the floor with one palm wrapped around my neck, he nailed me with one thrust after the other. All of my stress and problems leaked from me, and onto his length.

Dorran dug his fingers into my hip, pulling me harder onto his length, giving me every inch, making my body beg for things I'd never had.

"You're so perfect," he whispered.

Slowly, I moved my hand up my dress and captured my nipple in between my fingers. Dorran watched me play with my breasts, his eyes flickering red to black, and his dragon shivering through him.

Swiftly, he lowered his hand from my neck, grabbed the opposite hip, and turned me around to my stomach, sliding into me quickly from behind. I met his thrusts, lifting and lowering my hips to match his pace.

His tough palm slapped my ass loudly making me moan. A loud knock came from the front door, and I tried to lift up, but Dorran pressed me down.

"They can wait," he said in a rough voice.

I figured it was Sasha, but at the moment, I couldn't care. I needed him to push me over again, release what was left inside of me, and fulfill the need I didn't realize was so deep.

Dorran tightened his fingers around my hips, and brought me back harder, curses falling from his mouth, and several minutes later, when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I fell over the edge again.

This time Dorran did, too.

I slumped to the closet floor; a giggle slipped from me. Dorran kissed the globe of my ass, and then up my spine to my neck. "That's how I make you relax, Little Mouse. Toby and Sasha are at the door. Come on."

He lifted me to my feet by my hips, pulled my dress down my body, and found my underwear for me.

He winked at me and left me there to gather myself while he answered the door. Sasha would know by the look on my face what just happened.

Sliding my palms down my dress, I hurried down the hallway to see the three of them standing in the living room.

Sasha glanced over at me, and a smile crawled up her mouth. "I've missed you."

I walked over, ignoring Toby and Dorran's stares, and hugged her. She squeezed me hard, and whispered, "It took you long enough to answer. Blink once if you were getting pounded into the mattress—,"

I shoved her back. "Stop it. I've missed you, too. How was your flight over?"

Sasha glanced over her shoulder at Toby. "That's a story for later. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

The corner of Toby's mouth lifted into a smile. "Can I stay for dinner, Dorran? I'm suddenly famished."

Dorran glanced between the two of them. "I don't mind."

Sasha mumbled under her breath as Toby followed Dorran into the kitchen. She grabbed my elbow and ushered me toward the open balcony door. "Oh, my God. Could you have picked a hotter dragon to bring me up here? Geesh, Amara."

I leaned against the railing. "Toby? Here I was thinking you hated him—,"

"Oh," she said, pushing her dark hair from her shoulder. "He gets under my skin, but he's super-hot, and those dark eyes." She shivered. "So, before they call us in there to eat. What's been going on up here? He whisked you away, and you've been MIA. Your stepmother has been a nervous wreck since you left. It's so strange to see her that way."

"So much has happened," I whispered, patting the seat beside me. I waited until she sat to begin. "Firstly, today, I found out that my birth name isn't Tremaine. It's Aetius. I had a vivid memory about living somewhere before the kingdom, and my mother was there."

Sasha crossed her legs. "Why wouldn't your parents have said something?"

"I don't know, and that's not all."

"Are you pregnant already?"

"No," I hissed. "I ... I've been experiencing some powers."

Sasha lifted one eyebrow at me. "Powers, Amara? Like the Power Rangers—,"

"Like floating in the shower and shoving your little pretty boy in there across the room."

Sasha burst out laughing. "What I would have done to be a fly on the wall. Geez Louise, Amara. You're turning into a completely different person. Dorran is bringing out something in you."

Or my lack of medication allowed the real me to break free. "Is that bad?"

Sasha reached over and touched my cheek. "No. It's good. You're free. What are we thinking? Witch? Fairy? Dragon?"

I shrugged. "We don't know. They tested my blood but it came back inconclusive."

"Is that normal?"

"Apparently not. We're going to try and trace my heritage, but now that I'm not sure who my parents are, I'm not sure what the next step is. Dorran wants me to relax—,"

"Is that what you were doing before?" she asked, waggling her brows. "Relaxing? It took you forever to come to the door—,"

"Stop it," I whispered.

It was enough embarrassment imagining what we just done, but I didn't need Toby hearing it.

"Come on, you're mated. Everyone knows he brought you up here to get it on. I wouldn't be surprised if you had a baby Dorran growing inside of you right now." Sasha glanced over her shoulder. "So, how big is it?"

"Sasha," I laughed.

"Is it bigger than a normal guy?" She scoffed. "Why am I asking you? You've never seen a normal guy's dick."

"Hey!" I said. "I saw Jesse Peterson's in gym class that one time and it's nothing compared to Dorran's."

Sasha grinned. "Were you able to walk the next day?"

I pulled at a string at the end of my dress. "He was gentle with me," I whispered.

Sasha gasped loudly and ran her fingertips against my neck. "Your mark. It's beautiful, Amara. You're marked by The Dragon Prince."

"I know."

Heavy footsteps neared, and Toby looked out of the balcony doors. "Dinner's ready ladies."

"Thanks."

Toby winked at Sasha. "You ready to go eat?" she asked, standing up, and adjusting her boobs in her shirt. "How do my boobs look?"

I looped my arm through hers. "I really did miss you."