Chapter 102: Maybe I will share her with you
Gwen’s POV
I should have accepted Drogon's help. I should have accepted it. If I had done that, by now, I wouldn't be feeling this way.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
Dear Mother Earth, help me.
"Drogon… help me… please..."
No. I must not accept his help. No. Ana was crying because of me.
I will no longer accept his offer. I will bear the heat. I will bear the burn.
Oh, Mother Earth... Can I really bear it?
A strangled gasp left my lips as another wave of unbearable heat surged through my veins. My skin burned, yet I shivered violently as if I was cold.
I clawed at the sheets beneath me, body arching, sweat soaking through the thin fabric of my gown. Every breath felt heavy and laboured like I was drowning in my own fire.
Then, the door burst open.
Through hazy vision, I saw him. Drogon. And in his arms… Anastasia. My Ana. What's she doing here? Why did he bring her here?
My heart lurched.
She looked confused, her arms wrapped tightly around Drogon’s shoulders as if she had fought him on the way here.
He carried her with ease, his expression grim, golden-red eyes sharp as they landed on me.
Drogon said nothing as he strode toward the bed, lowering Anastasia beside me with surprising gentleness.
Anastasia’s eyes widened the moment she saw me.
“Gwen?!” She reached for me instantly, her warm hands pressing against my clammy skin. “Gwen, what’s happening? Are you alright?”
I whimpered. I could barely hear her over the pounding in my skull. I wanted to speak, to tell her I was not alright, that I was burning, that I needed her; needed something, but the words refused to come.
Anastasia’s fingers brushed my forehead, then jerked away.
“Shit! Gwen, you are burning up!” Panic filled her voice. “What should I do?”
I felt her shaking, her body trembling against mine.
“Stop crying, you fool,” Drogon growled, his voice edged with irritation. “Just help her.”
Anastasia turned on him, eyes flashing. " I would if I knew what to do?" She screamed.
" You are so dumb," he mumbled. " Just help her," he repeats again.
“How?! What do I—”
Drogon didn’t answer. Instead, he shoved her closer to me, forcing her onto me. I barely registered it, too lost in the consuming heat wracking my body.
“Although you might not be able to quench her thirst or help her much, it will be better than nothing,” Drogon muttered under his breath.
“Stubborn witch, of a mate.” I heard him. How I could still hear his voice in the means of this ache and burn just proved him right.
“I don’t understand,” Anastasia sobbed. “What should I do?”
My body seized again, another choked scream ripping from my throat.
“Just shut up, mage,” Drogon snapped. “And pay attention.”
Anastasia flinched, swallowing back more tears, and nodded. She turned back to me, her hands hovering uncertainly over my form.
Drogon reached forward, grabbing her wrists and pressing them firmly against my chest.
Oh, that feels good. I want more.
My breath hitched, a ragged moan escaping before I could stop it. It felt good. It felt too good. A moment of relief from the unbearable pain.
But then; I remembered.
“No!” I gasped, jerking under her touch. “Don’t, don’t touch me, Drogon! I will bear this. I will not betray Ana!”
Tears welled in my eyes as I twisted away, even though my body screamed for relief. Even though I knew, deep down, that I could not last much longer.
However, Anastasia's tear-streaked face flashed through my mind. And that made up my mind. I will bear this. Even if this is the last thing I do.
" Witch," Drogon snarled out, his lips brushed against my shoulder and then my neck. Oh, that feels good.
" You have not healed your friend yet, and you are already thinking of death?" He mumbled.
" Death? What do you mean?" Anastasia asked, disbelief and confusion palpable in her voice.
" Stop talking and do as I say. If you do, she won't die," he growled out. He was being so mean to her.
" Don't be mean to her," I croaked out. My throat is dry. I wanted water.
" I want a drink, Drogon," I said. It's safe. It's just water. I wouldn't be betraying her if I asked for just water.
" What your body needs is my seed, Witch. If you don't get it, your throat will burn up until you will lose your voice." He sounded so harsh.
" I don't want it. Just give me water, please," I pleaded.
" Stubborn mate. I can't give you water. It won't help you." No, he can't be serious.
" Touch her, mage. Slip your finger inside her. I will knead her bosom so the bond recognizes me. Hopefully, it helps." Anastasia doesn't question him.
She just gets to work. Slips a finger inside me while Drogon sucks on my breast and rubs on the nipples of the others.
" Ahh... That feels so good."
" That's it. Don't fight it. The more you do, the harder the burn will be," Drogon said. The next thing. I feel his mouth on mine.
" Open up, spitball. It will stop the burns you are feeling in your throat." He was gentler now. This was the Drogon that took care of me in his chambers.
I do as he said and his tongue slips into my mouth. It felt like he was drinking from me or more like I was drinking from him. I didn't want to stop.
This was the first time I was kissing him. He tasted good. Tasted like grapes. So sweet. I want more.
His scent filled my senses and the ache stopped. Anastasia was still plunging her finger in and out of me.
" Can I have a taste of her?" I hear her murmur. Drogon broke the kiss to look at her.
I wanted to drag him back to me. I didn't want to leave. If he did, the burns would start again.
" Yes, you can. She needs someone to mate with to ease the burn and heat," he informs Ana.
Ana didn't take a second as she got to work. Drogon moved away from me. And lifted my head. Placed it on his lap.
" Ahh... More... I need more," I moaned out. Ana circled around my clit and then slipped her finger inside my core. Curled around that sweet spot that made one see stars.
" Ahh... Mother Earth. Give me more," I don't know what I am asking.
" What should I do next? It doesn't seem like I am helping," Ana said dejectedly.
" You are trying. I do not mind sharing... Come here. Rub her nipples, and I will smear my scent around her core."
Ana did as she was told. She rubbed on my nipples, and Drogon drove his finger inside me; an immediate release washed over me.
" Ahh... Drogon..." I slumped weakly against Ana. The burn stopped immediately.
" You did well, Mage. Maybe I will share her with you," I heard Drogon whisper before sleep took me.
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