I stared at the odd position the trio was poised in. It was as if everyone froze after I stepped in and was doing the mannequin challenge, with Falcon pulling a blonde haired woman away from Drakos and Drakos in mid-kick of shaking her away.

What the hell?

I frowned and clutched the sheets tighter to my body, feeling exposed. I cast a cursory glance at the three of them, but Drakos was the first to move from frigidity.

"Baby, why are you out of bed? Your body is not healed as yet." He chided gently but my frown deepened as my eyes wavered to the distraught blonde who stared back with a transforming expression of confusion then realization then anger.

It didn't take me long to put two and two together. She must be one of his lovers. The way she glared at me said it all. I gazed at her steadily, not phased by the intensity of it. So he takes me to his bed while his bitch is left in the dark? Does she even know what he is? Or what he does when she's not around?

I shuddered as I recalled what transpired earlier.

As I assessed the situation, I realized something. Why was Falcon pulling her away?

"So this is what you've been up to, eh? Flaunting your disgusting preferences about the place! You dashed me away for him!? A common whore!? I feel insulted!" She barbed.

I narrowed my eyes at her and scoffed, "Excuse me? Do you know me? I don't think so, and if you heard about me, it may be from one of your many boyfriends that got tired of your high mileage pussy. Can't help if my ass is tighter. Oh and just to add insult to injury, you're the one begging and I'm the one being served. Get it?"

Her face darkened in humiliation and anger. Falcon's face almost combusted into laughter as he held it back with a snort, while Drakos stared at me with...is that adoration? I ignored him and spun to leave the room, feeling some type of way.

"Asche!" I heard him call after me but I suddenly ran, sprinting up the stairs and locking his bedroom door behind me. I gotta get out of here. If I stay, he'll kill me. Or I'll eventually end up developing unwanted feelings for him. I'm going crazy! The pain still throbbed in my ass where he clawed me and it was a reminder that I'm a reckless fool.

I hurried over to the closet where he placed my luggage earlier, shedding away the sheet and dragged the bag out, quickly finding a shirt and a pair of faded jeans to slip on. My hands trembled as I did so, afraid of what might happen if I wasn't able to escape. To be honest, I didn't care about the money anymore, keeping my sanity was much more important.

The door suddenly rattled from him banging on it. "Asche! Why have you locked yourself in? Open up!" He demanded.

"Go to hell!" I yelled back. "Go and violate Lisa and her thirsty ass!"

"Lisa means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? There's no need to be jealous, you are the one that I want."

I laughed and continued to get dressed, "You think I give a fuck about Lisa? The bitch can't compete where she don't compare. I just need my space to think and I won't allow you to hold me hostage like a damn prisoner!"

Silence fell and then there were beeping sounds then a soft click and the door swung open. I gasped in shock, taking several steps back.

"How the hell did you get in!?" I squawked.

"Did it slip your mind that this is my home? I've overriden the code. This door opens with a code that only Falcon and I know." He explained, stepping towards me slowly but hesitantly.

"Keep your distance!" I snapped, my eyes filled with apprehension.

He held his hands up, stopping mid-step, showing me that he meant no harm.

To the naked eye, he seems harmless but he was anything but. I released a shaky breath and held on to the bedpost for support. I felt so emotional, so lost, I didn't know what to do. Desperation clawed at me, I needed to get out of this place to clear my head, to breathe in the air that did not contain his scent or his presence.

That woman obviously meant a lot to him at one point in his life, but what made him toss her away? I only caught a few snippets of their conversation, particularly the cringing parts.

He hurt me. Who's to say he won't do it again? He's a fucking dragon! A mythical creature for fuck's sake! I fucked a half-dragon and I liked it! I enjoyed getting rammed by him but unfortunately, it turned for the worst when he began to change.

Will the fate of my child mirror his? Living their life as a half beast? I shuddered at the thought. How am I supposed to carry a half-breed child inside of me? Will I survive through it? The endless possibilities swarm through my head causing it to spin. I clutched the post tighter feeling nausea creep up.

He took a few steps forward and I flinched back, keeping my eyes carefully focused on him.

"Asche, you are not well. I only want to ensure that you are alright. Please, let me tend to you." His expression was filled with hurt and grief.

I shook my head no. At any time he can shift. What if he loses control and burns me? What if...what if he tries to force himself on me?

My heart drummed dangerously in my chest. It all explained his eyes and hair. There's no wonder when we first fucked he sprayed a whole lot in my ass. It was no ordinary cum, but potent, dragon cum.

And it made me feel good all over...

I shook my head from my dirty thoughts and gazed at him. "Let me go. If it's the baby you want, I'll keep it and when it's time for me to give birth, I'll tell you. Afterwards, you can come for the child. Just, please, free me from this cage you've locked me in."

"This is not about our unborn child!" He persisted.

"Your child!" I corrected harshly with tears pricking my eyes. "Your fucking child! That's all you care about!"

He was in front of me in seconds, taking me in his arms, but I fought back. However, he was much stronger so his grip was firm and unyielding. I screamed out frustratingly and pounded my arms on his chest as tears of frustration ran down my face. "I hate you! You fucking trapped me!"

His hand stroked my hair and he nuzzled my wet cheeks, unbothered by my assault. "I want a child badly but it's not only our child that I care about, you have also captured my heart. How? I'm uncertain. But you did. Prostitute or not, you caught my attention unexpectedly and I don't regret a moment I've spent with you. There's a reason you became pregnant for with my child and I won't rule it out as a coincidence. So Asche, please, forgive me if I hurt you. It was not intentional and I promise I'll never hurt you again."

I couldn't respond because I was a sobbing mess, unable to contain the floodgates of tears and emotions that came gushing out. I felt afraid, relieved, angry and sorrowful. To my utter bewilderment, I sort of believed him. His words made me hold on to him and let it all go.

That day, I cried myself to sleep as he held me. Lisa was temporarily forgotten, only to open my mind up to vivid dreams of me swelling further with his child.

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