Crown Of Hearts
Chapter 21: erotic dream

Chapter 21: erotic dream

"You can touch me if you want." Valerion breathed, his hand that was patiently glued to his side reaching out.

Eamon blinked, shocked as he watched his palm being laid flat against the sturdy olive tanned chest of this dragon.

His skin felt so soft and Eamon’s entire body was set ablaze once he looked up and met those metallic grey eyes that were smouldering with something intense.

Eamon swallowed hard, his mind slowly registering their closeness.

Surprised, he withdrew his hand and attempted to step back but Valerion was quick,

He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in.

Eamon’s breath hitched when their chests clashed, their bodies molding perfectly at the contact.

He tried to escape Valerion’s hold but the dragon didn’t budge and just held him in a firm yet gentle grip.

Eamon’s mind raced.

How had he found himself in such a situation?

Confusion flashed through his eyes as he looked around, his eyes taking in the natural and soothing view that was certainly not a prison cell.

They were standing near a cascading waterfall that was surrounded by lush green forestry.

Eamon felt his mind sway as that familiar scent hit his scenes with an intensity that parted his lips so that he could draw in more air.

"Why are you so intent on running away from me, Eamon? You seem to like my closeness." Valerion mused and Eamon made a sorry attempt to glare at him.

"If you don’t let me go right now, I am going to punch you." Eamon threatened, his voice coming out in a low breathless whisper.

This dragon had him under his spell.

Valerion smiled, clearly amused as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Eamon’s neck.

Eamon shuddered, a jolt of electricity coursing through his body at the small action.

"Do you still want me to let you go?" Valerion asked innocently, their eyes meeting in a heated gaze.

Eamon groaned, trying to regain control over his treacherous emotions that were enjoying this man’s closeness.

Valerion’s hands around him tugged him closer, his hot fingers tangling his hair and drawing his face closer.

"Say you are mine, Eamon." Came that seductive and hypnotic voice that had Eamon utterly and totally seduced.

His eyes flew wide open at that very moment, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he sat up in his bed.

The sight of his manhood, standing tall and proud beneath the sheets had Eamon frown slightly as his mind vividly recollected his dream.

An erotic dream about Valerion wasn’t what troubled him the most. The fact that he could have said yes to the dragon’s request within a heartbeat was what got to him.

The small comfort reality offered did little to quiet his mind as he made his way out of bed.

It was just a dream.

Eamon consoled himself as he splashed some cold water onto his face.

An erotic dream about a man and not just any man. A dragon male.

His mind reminded and Eamon sighed helplessly. He was at a loss and he decided not to think of his underlying attraction to men for a while.

Correction, his underlying attraction to Valerion.

Eamon had never found a man desirable or attractive at least until Valerion came along.

The very same dragon he was supposed to keep his distance from.

Once he was fully dressed, Eamon headed out to find Damon and tell him of his encounter with Valerion.

As much as he dreaded telling anyone about it, Eamon knew he could trust Damon with this.

It was a matter of the kingdom’s safety because having a solider that could be hypnotized by a dragon’s scent was cause for alarm.

It was an hour past midday and Damon had just finished his lunch when Eamon found him.

He was seated with the builders in charge of the castle repairs, listening attentively to what they had to say.

"Came and join us Eamon, you must be starving." Damon said to him and Eamon flashed him an apologetic smile.

"Perhaps later. I am not really hungry at the moment." He replied honestly as he sat down next to Damon.

"There is something I want to tell you." Eamon got straight to business and Damon’s interest was piqued.

"I am listening." He replied as he turned to face him.

"Could we talk in private. The matter is quite sensitive." Eamon said, his voice low as he looked at the men that were within earshot.

"Okay." Damon agreed as he stood up and Eamon followed him to the gardens.

Once he was certain that they were alone, Damon turned to face him, his eyes burning with curiosity.

"It’s about the dragon." Eamon started, feeling a little nervous even though he kept his voice calm.

"Valerion?" Damon asked and his companion nodded faintly.

The way his shoulders seemed tense and his aura uneasy had Damon worry for his friend as he patiently waited for him to say more.

"Early this morning, I was drawn into the dungeons by his scent. It was something that I could barely control, Damon." Eamon admitted, his brows knitted into a small frown as he recalled the scenario.

His friend’s calm and slightly worried gaze encouraged him to say more and Eamon sighed softly.

"It was this strong potent scent that took control of all my scenes and seized control of my entire body. I could hardly resist it." Eamon admitted, deeply troubled by his behavior that he couldn’t quite fathom.

Damon was thoughtfully silent.

"Do you know why you were drawn to his scent?" He asked.

"No, I don’t but it’s something I thought you needed to know of. I should keep my distance from the dungeons. Don’t want me accidentally letting our most dangerous prisoner free..." He ended, his voice a little humourous despite his worried facial expression.

Damon’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. A small yet calm gesture that eased Eamon’s nerves greatly.

"Don’t sweat over it." Damon offered a small smile that Eamon made an effort to return as he withdrew his hand.

"You know, this isn’t the first time I have heard of something like this." Damon admitted as he stared in a distance, trying to recall a distant memory.

Eamon waited with baited breath for him to say more.

"Four years back, we had three captive dragons and a female maid had always found herself constantly drawn to the scent of one of the dragons. We did our research on what could have been causing the attraction because she was the only victim.

Our studies revealed a shocking yet interesting truth. She was mated to the dragon whose scent she was constantly drawn to. A very rare occurrence but it’s possible for a dragon to find their mate in a human." Damon concluded and Eamon’s face paled as he put the pieces together.

"Are you saying that I am a mate to Valerion?" Eamon asked, his voice coming out a little shaky, the weight of the information overwhelming him.

"I am only suggesting. We don’t know for sure." Damon replied carefully but the color did not return to Eamon’s face.

"But I am a...man." he whispered and Damon offered him a comforting smile.