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I understand perfectly well now why my brothers kidnapped their mates and took them as prisoners to the island. They couldn’t stand to be away from the human women and had to be as close to them as possible. Just as I need to be near Camilla.

The excruciatingly strong sexual magnetization, I feel, is a by-product of what this whole journey is about. The throbbing of my scrotum is like a reminder that it’s my seed that needs to be planted in this woman so we can produce dragonspirit children for the Aurora Dragon clan.

I gulp to stop the blood from rushing to my cock, reaching out to offer her a hand. With her short, raven black curls framing her round, tanned face, she smiles shyly as she slips her hand into mine. Her golden eyes sparkle for the first time since we met, and it gives me hope that soon, she’ll fall in love with me as planned.

I gulp nervously to control myself, admiring the way her cheeks fill with bright color when I compliment her. A protocol must be followed, even if I’m mentally racking up all the ways I’d tear that dress off just to expose the softness of her golden skin.

Why did they make this so hard?

Chapter 6 - Camilla

“You are beautiful, Camilla…”Sterling’s compliment echoes in my mind as we ride the limo to the restaurant where he’s made reservations for our “date.”

If I can call it that.

I have no reason to believe otherwise since he met me outside my apartment building dressed in the crispest fitted suit. Somehow, we’re matching in black, but his look only defines his smooth, creamy white skin and immaculate features.

A little while ago, his compliment remains swirling in my mind, filling me with the confidence I’d been lacking to go ahead with dinner tonight. I’d spent hours mulling over what I should wear, not sure if any of it was real.

I’d only just formally met him this morning, yet here we are, riding a limo to what I can only guess is a fancy restaurant. Not looking forward to falling asleep only to be faced by the reptilian, fire breathing monster again, I decided that if Sterling asked me to dinner and it was a dream, it was one I’d pick over the others any day.

That’s the only reason I agreed to this. It’s probably not a good idea to accept a dinner invitation from a stranger. I steal a glance at him, wringing my hands on my lap nervously when I’m left breathless from how impossibly handsome he is. With his light blonde hair slicked back, I have the sudden urge to run my fingers through them.

Gosh! What does he want with someone like me, anyway?

The limo slows down when we arrive at our destination. As I expected, it’s an upscale Italian restaurant that my monthly paychecks could never afford.

It’s almost like he’s trying to impress me.

When he steps out and offers me a helping hand, the warmth of his fingers as they wrap around my hand brings about a soothing sense of calm.

It’s actually nice to be doted on this way.

I need to get out of my head and just enjoy this for whatever it is. Even if he’s just here to sell me ideas of his conspiracy theories, I am allowed to enjoy myself.

I love a good alfredo, after all.

With my arm slinked between his curled one, we enter the restaurant. I have to admit that it’s nice to feel wanted, even if it’s only for tonight. I’ll bask in the eye candy, the swirls of musk floating in my airways, and pretend to be interested in his attempt to prove that dragons exist.

It’s far better than wallowing in dread in my bed, wishing I didn’t have to dream about that dreadful creature. Maybe Sterling would offer enough absurdity to make me realize that the dream is nothing more than a bout of loneliness playing into my sleep.

“Thank you for agreeing to this,” he cuts the silence that’s been hanging over us since we entered the limo.

I take my seat, and he does the same before the waiter passes us our menus.

“I guess I’m just curious,” I respond softly, clearing my throat. Instead of gawking at him from across the table, I decided to peruse the menu as a distraction.

“Of course you would be,” he chuckles lightly. “I am a very interesting person.”

“Hm,” I hum, biting my bottom lip behind the menu where he can’t see how nervous I am. “So, what is your theory behind the existence of dragons?”

A moment of silence forces me to look up, only to find him staring at me intently.

“Why the rush, Camilla? Let’s enjoy dinner first.”

I gulp hard, nodding tersely and becoming flustered when he orders both our meals for us.

We share the same taste in Italian, so make no protest about his choice of the main course.

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