Chapter 52

VALKYRIE

After everything is sorted out, Damian, Leo, and Michael take their leave. Mia and I stick around to assist Zar.

“You can use this room. Mia, could you fetch him some clothes and food?” I instruct. Mia nods and slips out, leaving Zar and me alone.

“Didn’t realize the queen was a hybrid,” Zar comments, a smile playing on his lips. I study him. His hair is a rich chocolate brown, streaked with red, and his eyes, as red as blood, meet mine warmly. I return his smile.

“Yeah, I am. But let’s not bring it up again,” I reply, settling into a chair.

“What’s your power?” Zar inquires, choosing to sit on the floor.

“My power? Just healing and fire,” I share. “Nothing too extraordinary.”

“Would you mind showing me?” Zar asks. I give him a skeptical look. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

I laugh softly, glancing at my gloved hands. I always wear gloves to protect others. I’m not sure how much damage I could inflict.

“Are you scared?” Zar asks, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Yes,” I admit.

“Don’t be. I’ll be okay,” Zar reassures me, his smile bright. I remove my glove and stare at my hand, a wave of anxiety washing over me as I reach for Zar’s arm.

I stop midway, looking at him.

“Valkyrie, trust me,” Zar whispers, his words compelling me to meet his gaze. Something tells me everything will be okay.

I place my hand on his arm and freeze. I wait for a reaction, but Zar just looks at it, unfazed.

“Huh?” I murmur.

“Nothing happened,” Zar states, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t understand,” I say, “you’re not a dragon. So why didn’t you get hurt?” I’m puzzled. I lift my hand and stare at it.

“Have you tried to see who you can hurt?” Zar asks.

“Well, I can’t hurt Damian or Dimitri,” I explain, clenching my hand into a fist, “but I can hurt everyone else.”

“Hm, I see,” Zar murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Would you hold my hand?”

I look at him, my cheeks heating up as he meets my gaze. Why do I feel this warmth toward him?

“Come on, give me your hand!” Zar takes my hand. I try to pull away, but his reassuring squeeze calms me down. “Don’t worry. You can’t hurt me.”

“This... it’s incredible,” I whisper, shocked.

“Yes, it is, Queen Valkyrie,” Zar agrees, smiling. “Have you been crowned queen yet?”

“No?” I reply, confused.

“No? Why not?” Zar asks, his brow furrowing. “You’re King Dimitri’s mate, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I confirm, pulling my hand from his grasp, “I am. It’s just that Dimitri hasn’t brought it up. And a lot has been going on.”

“Well,” Zar says, standing and dusting off his pants, “you should get him to crown you. I’d like to see that.”

Zar grins as I stand. The door opens and Mia walks in with some items. I excuse myself and leave Zar and Mia to their own devices.

Deciding to check on Dimitri, I head to his chambers. I knock on his door, waiting for a response. After a few moments of silence, I knock again, but there’s still no answer.

“Could he be somewhere else?” I wonder aloud, glancing down the hallway. Shrugging, I make my way to his office. I’ve never been there before, but Damian once mentioned that I was welcome to visit.

I greet a few people as I pass by, and soon I’m standing in front of Dimitri’s office. The double doors are beautifully carved, and I can’t help but admire them.

Just as I reach for the doors, they swing open, causing me to jump. Dimitri looks down at me, surprised. “Valkyrie?” he asks.

“H-hi,” I stutter, then look down, fiddling with my skirt. I didn’t expect to feel so nervous around him.

“Come in,” Dimitri invites, and I look up. I nod and step inside, waiting in the middle of the room as I take in my surroundings.

The office is huge. Bookshelves line the walls, and a pile of pillows is tucked into a corner near a lit fireplace.

“Is something wrong?” Dimitri asks, coming up behind me. I turn to face him and shake my head.

“I just wanted to talk,” I say, offering him a smile.

Dimitri looks me up and down, and I can feel my nerves returning. I force a smile.

“Let’s sit down,” Dimitri suggests, leading me to the pillows by the fireplace. I sit down carefully, aware of his gaze on me.

“Did you want to talk about what happened with Zar?” Dimitri asks. I nod quickly. “I know you’re upset, but Dimitri, listen,” I begin, but he places a finger on my lips, silencing me. I look at him, surprised.

“I understand,” Dimitri assures me. “Damian explained it to me, so don’t worry.”

“Really?” I ask, taken aback.

“Yes,” Dimitri confirms. I smile and hug him. I was expecting a fight, but he understands me.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his shoulder. “But there’s one thing. I know you might not like it, but… Dimitri, can Zar stay?”

“Isn’t he already staying?” Dimitri asks, frowning. “Zar is staying whether he wants to or not. He knows a lot, and you,” he says, tapping my forehead, “need to learn to be more cautious.”

“I am,” I retort, rubbing my forehead.

“Okay,” Dimitri says, leaning in. “How about a kiss in return?”

“A kiss?” I stutter, feeling him draw even closer.

“Yeah. I’m agreeing to your terms, but I want something in return. It’s been a while since I’ve kissed you,” Dimitri murmurs, his breath warm against my cheek.

His lips brush my cheek gently. I blush, trying to clear my throat.

“Dimitri,” I manage, reaching for his shoulders.

“Hmm?” Dimitri hums, his lips moving to my neck. I inhale sharply, covering my mouth. I close my eyes slowly as his lips trail down to my chest. His arms wrap around my waist and I gasp. He’s so warm.

“You smell amazing,” Dimitri whispers, his voice low and seductive.

My face heats up and I glance down at him. His face is close to my left breast. I can see my nipple hardening through my dress.

He smirks, leaning in to nip at it, drawing a moan from me. I close my eyes again, tilting my head back as he sucks my nipple through my dress.

“Wait…,” I manage to say.

“No,” Dimitri growls in response.

His hand slips under my skirt and I part my legs, giving him easier access. My body is on fire as he pushes aside my underwear and slides a finger inside me. I moan, clinging to his shoulders.

“You’re so wet,” Dimitri murmurs, pulling his finger out and sucking it clean. I swallow hard, embarrassed. “This is in the way,” Dimitri mutters. I follow his gaze to my top, just in time to see him rip it open.

“DIMITRI!” I curse under my breath.

“Much better,” Dimitri smirks, licking his lips. He reaches for my exposed breast, sucking hard.

I pant, trying to support myself on his shoulders, but he lays me down. Dimitri hovers over me, looking at me with warmth in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Valkyrie,” Dimitri murmurs softly. I gasp as he removes his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. He positions himself between my legs, his erection pressing against my wet pussy.

His hand moves slowly over my body, his touch gentle and teasing. I shiver under his touch. He moves back to my neck, licking and kissing. I arch my back as he moves.

His erection presses harder against me. I reach for his pants, fumbling with the button. I need him inside me.

“Someone’s eager,” Dimitri chuckles.

“Shut up!” I snap back, panting.

He smirks, leaning in to kiss my forehead. Finally, I feel his hard cock against my pussy. I push his pants down further. I need to touch him.

Dimitri growls as my hand wraps around his cock. I start to stroke him slowly. I’m nervous—it’s my first time—but the look on his face tells me he’s enjoying it.

I move my hand up and down, circling my finger around the head of his cock. He groans in my ear.

“That’s enough, Valkyrie…,” Dimitri says, his voice breathless. He takes my hands and pins them above my head. I look up at him. He’s sweating slightly, his chest glistening. Our bodies are radiating heat.

He releases one of my hands and reaches for my leg. He lifts it, positioning himself at my entrance. He pushes inside me slowly. I moan as he fills me. Dimitri starts to move, his pace slow and steady. I moan as he hits my walls.

I lift my other leg, wrapping it around his waist. I pull him closer, his cock hitting just the right spot.

I gasp, locking eyes with him. For a moment, I think I see a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

I shake off the thought. Dimitri growls, picking up the pace. I arch my back as he thrusts deeper, our bodies moving together.

He releases my hands, leaning down until our bodies are flush against each other. I can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together as he grabs my waist and thrusts into me.

My moans grow louder as I feel my orgasm building. But then I feel a sharp pain on my neck. I open my eyes to see Dimitri biting me. What the hell?

“Don’t come, Valkyrie,” Dimitri growls, his nails digging into my waist. I nod, too surprised to argue. His thrusts become erratic and rough. I pant with each thrust.

“D-Dimitri?” I stutter, feeling nervous.

“Come here,” Dimitri growls, flipping me onto my side. He positions himself behind me, lifting my leg over his. I reach for the rug beneath us, gripping it as he pushes deeper inside me.

My toes curl as I feel my orgasm building again. Dimitri rocks me hard, and I moan loudly. My hair is scattered all over my sweaty body as I try to stay in place on the rug and pillows.

“Fuck,” Dimitri curses.

I glance over my shoulder, biting my lip. Dimitri is pounding into me like a wild animal.

“D-Di-mi-tri. I’m a-about to cum,” I manage to say between thrusts.

“Don’t you dare!” Dimitri snaps, biting my ear. I can’t hold it in any longer. Why won’t he let me?

He grabs my neck, pulling my head back. He licks and sucks at my neck. I feel him thrusting harder. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the trembling that’s shaking my body.

“P-please,” I beg, but he just growls in response.

He growls again, releasing my neck and reaching for my pussy. He flicks my clit and I convulse as he cums inside me. My eyes roll back as I call out his name.

I feel something wet on my legs and I open my eyes lazily to look down. What is that?

“Don’t worry, you just squirted on my hand,” Dimitri says, his voice soft. His chest rises and falls rapidly as I nod.

I let my head fall back, trying to catch my breath. But suddenly I feel nauseous. I scramble away from him, finding a place to throw up.

“Valkyrie?” Dimitri’s voice echoes from behind me, laced with worry. I spit, pushing my damp hair away from my face. I rest my head against a small trash bin that resembles a bucket, and I let the tears fall.

“Valkyrie, what’s wrong?” Dimitri’s hand finds my back, his touch gentle.

“Nothing,” I manage to say, pulling away from his touch. “Just leave me alone.” His frown is the last thing I see before he stands, gathers his clothes, and walks away.

I sob quietly, wiping my mouth. The sound of the door slamming reverberates through the room. I turn to face it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to the empty room, my naked body huddled on the cold floor.