Lyra's POV
After dinner, the servants would retreat to their rooms, though in my eyes it was quite early to retreat. But from the words of the other servant, only those who want to work overnight for the lords would work, it's not really a thing to work overnight, attending to every word of the Lord, which was weird.
Back in the pack, we had omega wolves for everything. I didn't think they slept until today, but here I was in the room filled with servants, three queued up at the other end of the bed, discussing among themselves.
They seemed to be having the best time of their life, while I, on the other hand, was waiting patiently for the wall clock to hit midnight so I could leave. It was only about an hour before the desired time, and everyone was very active. I was asked by the other girls at the left to join them in their little clapping game, but I just couldn't; my mind was fucked.
Fucked, I say!!!
Ever since that girl named Beth came to me with the lore of being a celeb in this place, I would say I was indeed uneasy with all the attention. It was as though my eyes were clearer than before, earlier all the dragon males had stared at me weirdly.
I thought it was because I reminded them of a wolf or something, but all along, everyone thought I was strong, but among everything else, something more struck me: it was the fact that in years, I was the only woman to have walked into the Lord's room.
My belly knotted again, and nausea followed. I didn't know how to feel about it. What if he wasn't attracted to human women? Even being huddled in the midst of hundreds, there must be something behind it.
But all these years the dragons had brought women—hundreds of them—and they had bred with them over and over again, and somehow he didn't touch any of them? It was not possible, it was either that he was secretly having his way with women just like his brother, who had taken a lady in the corridors of the place when everyone was out there preparing flowers for the blooming, or he simply focused on other agendas.
Amidst my struggle to concentrate, a wild thought crossed my mind again.
The scene flashed before my mind again, the lady screaming and then the rhythm of their movement. My legs closed tight to the sensation that overwhelmed me but rippled all over me, causing my gut to flare up with unholy warmth.
Looking at the group of girls who were now smiling, something crossed my mind—diabolic, I must confess—but it felt as though my body and mind had different needs.
In my mind, Lord Draziel was a 'demon,' as Alisha had tagged his kind, he was the monster we were told back in the pack and in the academy to run away from, and on the other hand, I could not help but think, what if?
What if I was in place of this lady being mounted by Lord Kealith?
No, it was the mate bond talking.
Turning to the other side of my bed, the friction makes me moan, the pressure increased as I recalled how she moaned. I had never wanted to be someone so bad in my entire life. To be touched.
And just then an idea crosses my mind. I pull the thin sheet on my single bunk bed over my legs, my alertness peaked, taking note of my surroundings to make sure no one could see me. I raised my legs a little.
Everyone was so distracted they didn't see me change my lying position to lie on my back. As I slowly tucked my hands into my pants, I moaned the moment my fingers touched my private area, and my heart began to race. Letting the air out, this was so embarrassing. I had never done that…
Damn…
I was aware of my arousal, but the moment I slid both fingers in, my body tensed as I slid back and forth on the wet, slippery surface; a sensation like no other flooded me. Barely penetrated, I moved around my petals, hoping it would ease the tension, but all it did was promise me a moment of intense pleasure if only I could go an inch deeper.
Just rubbing the throbbing petals of my womanhood made my toes coil. I use my other hand to soothe myself, but it only does so little. How could a movement so minimal do so much? Looking at everyone, no one was looking my way, and for all they care, I was supposed to be asleep.
I took the pompous dare, letting my fingers in, first finger then second, the slight tear I felt caused me to squirm. Damn… I let out the air out the pain soon turned into something pleasurable as I began to stroke myself more, and images flooded my mind.
The scene was vivid, Lord Draziel walks into my imagination. That night was the first time I truly saw him, and it was undeniable that he was a beaut. I imagine being in his bosom, on his bed his scent covers me as he kisses me.
A moan escaped my lips as my body burned with pleasure; it overwhelmed me so much that I didn't open my eyes to see if anyone else was looking. I could feel the bond again swelling in my chest and his scent around my skin. I stroked harder and faster, my toes curling again.
I imagined his fingers between my thighs as he kissed me. I felt the pool between my legs as the sensation increased; the resentment I held onto vanished as I stroked myself harder and faster, and I let myself loose in the thoughts of him as my body flamed up.
My legs spread wider under the sheets as though he were between my legs, my hands left my thighs and then strolled up to my mouth when my voiceless moan started sounding a little bit shaky and audible. I closed my mouth tight and tightened my eyes.
harder… faster.
"Who are you?" His voice came back to mind, and just then I found the ultimate release, causing me to tumble from my bed to the floor.