Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 86: Rarely?!

She could see pain, regret, and fear in those ice blue eyes that were fearfully boring into hers.

His hands trembled on her shoulders, his lips quivered, and his breathing became erratic.

Sage’s eyes were filled with tears threatening to pour out.

She was lost, but she was beginning to understand him and herself. Despite the events going on around them, their relationship was progressing. She trusted him despite the fact that he posed a threat to her life, and even though her doubts were not dispelled due to his unpredictable personality, she knew she would grow accustomed to him. The secrets were all revealing, and all she needed to do was wait.

Cyrus had obviously forgotten that he had almost killed her in his dark state, but seeing how terrified he was when she wanted to leave proved that he had somehow recovered his memories from the nine-tailed fox.

She smiled, moved closer to him, and planted a kiss on his trembling lips, which stopped the trembling.

"I am not going anywhere and have no plans to leave." She said, brightly smiling.

Cyrus released her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her neck, without saying anything.

"Your presence is intimidating, parrot." His cold breath fanning her neck, making her shiver, he whispered.

Sage swallowed hard and returned the hug with a smile. "If you say so, Cyrus Dragos," she said, laughing.

Snowflake jumped off the chair near the fire place and narrowed his eyes at the couple, while Venus and Ares simultaneously opened their eyes and stared proudly at the couple.

Cyrus released Sage and cupped her face. His eyes had returned to being unreadable, but his dimpled smile could not be hidden.

"My dark state will take over very soon. In that state, I could hurt you several times without thinking." Cyrus abruptly revealed himself.

"But, why?" Sage was perplexed.

"My birthday is quickly approaching, and I have goals to meet, goals that must be met at all costs." Cyrus responded firmly.

"The goals... If you do not achieve them..."

"My life will be in grave danger." Cyrus interjected.

Sage’s eyes widened in shock. "Which is why Snowflake is randomly triggering your dark state." She gasped.

Cyrus frowned and shifted his gaze to the nine-tailed fox. "Yes," he growled through his teeth. "But he will stop now until the right time comes." He returned his gaze to Sage, who was clearly nervous.

"Are you scared?" Cyrus inquired, tilting his head to the side.

"Isn’t killing one of these goals?" Sage asked slowly.

"A war is on its way." Cyrus spoke up unexpectedly. "The Statkus mages, as well as those stinky dogs, must be destroyed, Esteban too." Cyrus finished his statement with a deep growl.

"One of the goals is to kill me." Sage murmured, averting his gaze.

’I will make sure he doesn’t,’ she thought to herself as she smiled back at him. ’I know he won’t.’

Cyrus’ eyes were peering into hers.

He let go of her face and lifted her chin. "You are not useless; you must be stronger than you already are." He spoke sternly, as if an elder was reprimanding his disciple.

Sage nodded stiffly, perplexed.

"Then again, you are a parrot; all you can do is cry, talk, act rashly, and think deep thoughts that lead you to places you’re not supposed to go." Cyrus spoke flatly.

"Yet again, in your dark state, you always want to kill me." Sage frowned deeply and grasped his wrist with both hands.

"Perhaps, I will," Cyrus smirked.

"You underestimate me, Cyrus Dragos, and I despise it." Sage hissed, her eyes flashing fiery red.

Cyrus hummed and let go of her chin. "Did you see the paintings?" He inquired, noticing Sage’s grip on his wrist.

Sage’s eyes widened with curiosity. "Did you paint them?" she inquired.

"Yes," Cyrus replied, a little nervously. "It is something I do in private." He finished with a deep laugh.

"But in that hallway, the east wing..."

"I know you went there; where else in this castle will you see my painting if not there?" Cyrus asked, scoffing.

"How come you painted me?" Sage asked slowly, then let go of Cyrus’ wrist.

Cyrus smiled at her and leaned in close to her, his hands in his pants pocket.

"Because you are beautiful, my love," he said softly, brushing his nose against hers. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Sage swallowed.

The last time he called his love was in front of Duchess Charlotte while shopping, and he told her he did so because he needed to pretend in front of Charlotte.

"You are..."

"I lied when I said I had to act in front of Charlotte." Cyrus abruptly intervened and turned away.

Sage blinked quickly, trying to process what was going on.

Cyrus smiled as he approached the bed. He sat on it and tapped the empty side beside him, and Sage approached him and sat next to him, her hands crossed on her chest.

She wore a deep frown, and when she looked at Cyrus, his smile brightened.

"You don’t have to be upset; I will rarely lie to you from now on." He spoke with confidence.

Sage blinked twice before exclaiming, "Rarely?"

She jumped on him, but he wrapped his arms around her, turned her, and pinned her to the bed, hovering over her.

"Ponytail looks good on you." He released her and dug his hands into her hair, removing the ribbon and tossing it aside. "However, I enjoy seeing your hair splash on your face." He then interlocked his and her hands and pinned them to the bed.

Sage looked at him, her chest rising and falling slowly, her heart racing wildly.

Cyrus smacked his lips against hers and pulled away, only to see her eyes light up with desire.

"You can be angry with me, hurt me as much as I hurt you until you are satisfied, but you must not abandon me, my love." He whispered softly and pressed his lips against hers.

She moaned against his lips as he kissed her roughly. She caught onto his lips as his tongue teased hers, licking and tasting every part of her mouth until she was breathless.

She let out a loud moan when his teeth caught her caught her tongue. She let go of his lip as he sucked her tongue slowly.

She could feel her chest swelling, the region between her thigh wet as hell yearning and aching for him.

"Fuck.." Cyrus’ groaned pulling away from her lips.

He shook his head, strands of his long hair splashed on his face. He had to gain self control, he had to.

He released Sage hands, ran his fingers into his hair in frustration and got off her and from the bed. Feeling hot, he unbuttoned his shirt and groaned loudly.

His mind was filled with her, his heart was beating for her, he wanted her, he want her mind, soul, heart, body but he wanted to resist.

"This can’t be happening!" He shouted.

Sage rose up from the bed staring at Cyrus’ back. She could tell that he was trying her to resist wanting her but it was hard for him.

Was he resisting because he actual goal was to kill her?

She didn’t want him to resist her, she wanted him to have her.

"Cyrus.." She called at the same time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?!" Cyrus thundered with full displeasure.

"Y..your Majesty, the lords.."

"Alright," Cyrus cut in before Arthur could finish his words.

Cyrus dashed towards the door and opened it. His panthers immediately ran after him while Sage was left alone with the nine tailed fox who now looked bored.

Sage frowned deeply.

Cyrus arrived at the main hall of the castle looking furious. His shirt was still unbuttoned, his hair slightly ruffled and he was barefooted.

The lords of the east, west, north and south were seated and when they saw Cyrus their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Cyrus glared at them like an awakened beast and went to his seat which was the largest.

His panthers walked in after him and Arthur followed them wearing a slightly shaky smile.

Standing next to Cyrus, he swallowed hard and put on a very bright smile while Cyrus’ face looked like he had a thundercloud above his head.

"What?" Cyrus asked the lords angrily.

"Your majesty, did we interrupt something?" Lord Marius Dales of the east side of Anitca, Qashan asked nervously.

He was a tough looking man with carmel skin and light brown eyes. Sensing Cyrus’ displeasure and they way he appeared, it looked like they had interrupted something.

"We can talk to you another day, you have been postponing this meeting after all," Lord Bronx Vulav of the west side of Antica, Piatravia huffed with displeasure.

"I am relieved that you are awake and looking well your Majesty," Lord Stefan said sternly to Cyrus who now had his eyes closed. "You may be married to her but do not dare touch my sister!" Stefan yelled, slammed the table and stood up.

Cyrus’ eyes flew open and glared at Stefan intently.