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A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.


A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.

Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”

She had, a thousand times, but Thjis never allowed her permission. She turned her back to Zikur, and looked down, seemingly afraid. She could see her people, but from above, they looked like ants. She could make out the Christmas lights, and snow-blanketed roofs. She could make out the horses, the snowy roads, servant quarters, and most importantly, her palace.

It looked beautiful from up here, and it pleased her to know that she had contributed to the iced structures. She soaked in the sight, wishing it would stay in her head forever.

Zikur watched her－the sharp intake of breath as she recognized a new building, the relaxation of her shoulders as she huffed and puffed. The knots in her muscles loosened as snow settled on her bare skin. She was beautiful, and he wished he didn’t have to share her with anyone else. He quietly emptied the picnic basket, letting have her moment.

He had been here many times, but it felt different now that he was sharing the experience with her.

“I wish I could take pictures,” she mumbled, but he heard.

“You can,” he said, reaching into the basket for the camera he had brought with him. “It’s why I brought this.”

She faced him, eyes widening as she stared at the camera. “It’s been long since I used one of those. And I really can’t. If I take pictures, Thjis would know that I left the Icelands, and he will be every upset.”

“So, he wants to make you his prisoner,” Zikur mused.

She made a face. “He’s only protecting me.”

“There’s no danger out there, and even if there is, that doesn’t mean he should lock you up in the Icelands. I mean, it is not fair that your subjects get to leave once in a while, while you’re stuck there for eternity.”

“I’m not stuck,’ she said angrily.

“You are, but you won’t admit it, because you’re afraid of him.”

“I am not afraid of anybody,” she gritted out. “It’s only in the best interest of everyone if I remain in the Icelands.”

“How so?”

She wasn’t ready to explain anything to him. “I didn’t follow you out here so that we can discuss me.”

“Then why did you follow me out here?”, he asked her, locking gazes with her.

She exhaled sharply. “I… I don’t know.”

“I think you do Ogra. You followed me out here with the hope that I would be able to show you what happened in the world outside of the Icelands”

She hated the way he was able to read her so well. “So, will you show me?”

“I wish I could, but I know little myself. There is someone however who knows more than me.”

Realization dawned on her, and she shook her head. “No. I didn’t come out here to meet your son Zikur.”

“He’s your son too Dogara.”

“Be careful of what you say Zikur. Someone might hear.”

“No one can hear us from up here. If you don’t believe me, then try it. Scream and let’s see if anyone will pay you attention.”

Her scream tore through the air, and Zikur had to close his ears. They both peered down, and there wasn’t a single reaction from her people.

“See? I told you.”

“You’re so full of yourself, you know that right?”

“The only thing I am full of is affection for you Ogra.”

She breathed deeply. She didn’t want to hear it. “You don’t mean that,” she mumbled, looking away from him.

“I do.”

“How… is that even possible? I treated you like shit Zikur.”

“I’m not one to keep grudges against beautiful women Dogara. You just have to understand. I love y..”

She pressed a hand to his mouth to stop him from finishing that sentence. Her heart beat painfully in her chest, and Dogara wished he would stop torturing her. It was bad enough that she had yearned for him over the years, and now hearing that he felt for her, hurt.

It was too late for both of them, and she was in depth with her relationship with Thjis, that nothing could make her end things with him. Not even her affection for the vampire lord.

He stared at her, and the intensity in his eyes both scared and excited her. He looked at her the way he had done years ago, the night he had quenched the fire within her.

The look of raw want and desire.

Thjis had never looked at her that way. She had hoped that someday he would, but he had never, and it left Dogara feeling a bit low. She knew she wasn’t his type, but she did everything in her power to make sure she reached his standards. She did eventually, but it never chased away the odd feeling of unsatisfaction.

“Don’t. Don’t say it please. I know you’re in love with me, but please don’t say it,” she pleaded.

All he did was lick her hand. The action caused the desire that was stirring in her stomach to explode. She retreated, eyeing him warily. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at her, and seeing just her.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his teeth as he pulled her close.

It was wrong. The risk she was taking with this man, but she didn’t care. He loved her, she loved him and that was all that mattered.

She unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hands inside as he shoved his tongue down her throat. He throbbed painfully in her palm, and Dogara stroked his length, loving the feel of his skin against hers.

Zikur moaned and pulled away to catch his breath. He stared at her; pupils dilated.

“Ogra, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

She was surprised to hear that, seeing as he was always eager to touch her. Now that she was letting him do so, he wanted to back away?

“Zikur, I want this, okay?”

“Are you sure? Dogara, I don’t want you regretting this.”

”I have never regretted a night that I’ve spent with you Zikur. I just wished it had happened sooner. But if you don’t want to fuck me, then I might as well…” she trailed off, taking her hand out of his jeans. He put it back in.

“No, it’s…I want to fuck you Dogara, but I want to be sure that you’re agreeing to this because you want it, not because you’re feeling emotional over my confession.”

She squeezed him and he cursed. “Zikur, what I want is to feel the snow against my skin as you take me, right here on this mountain top. I want to watch the snow fall around us, as you draw out an orgasm from me,” she paused, exhaling sharply. “Zikur, I want you to fuck me like you did back then in that prison.”