Island of Dragons (8 page)

The problem was not the
easiest to solve. Diesel quickly became protectively involved, in the situation and was acting strangely. “Miley let’s go get you some clothes,” Diesel said through grit teeth with flared nostrils.

He
did not want her to get dressed, but he was having a hard time thinking clearly watching her fidget beneath that dang blanket.

Miley eyed the man for a moment then nodded. She turned to walk back into the bedroom
, but stopped when she heard someone protesting behind her. “Diesel…” Cain complained.

Miley gazed between the two men and watched their interactions as Diesel just raised an eyebrow and snorted. He took a step around Cain and c
ontinued up to Miley, “Let’s go,” he said softly pressing a hand to her backside.

“I can change on my own…” Miley said quietly.

“And I have no guards on the deck…” Diesel replied.

“I really don’t…” Miley began
, but Diesel smirked quickly pushing her sideways into the wall and hovering above her.

“Right now… every one of the males on this island are going crazy and are tempted by you being here. Unless you want an incident where one of them loses control and ravishes that sexy little body of yours… including me… I would suggest you gather your clothing and change.” Miley moaned slightly.

The man was so close he invoked tingles along her body. It was the kind of tingles that flowed through her until they knotted up in her stomach and urged her to reach out and touch him. However, Miley knew that would be a bad idea.

Growling at the sweet scent that was flowing from her, Diesel used all his might to push off from the wall. “Bathroom’s over there.”

Miley was frozen in place. She wanted for some reason, to touch this man, and it did not help that he hadn’t worn a shirt and was hovering above her only moments ago.

“Go,
” he urged causing Miley to yelp and scurry to her luggage.

Miley slid into the bathroom quickly and dropped herself to the floor breathing hard. “What am I th
inking? I am a prisoner here…” she whimpered. For some reason, that thought did not settle quite right and she desperately wanted to do something but what was that something… touch the man? No that would not be good enough, maybe … “Nope, bad thoughts!” Miley groaned.

After she had made it from changing in the bathroom, Diesel had told Max and Cain to guard from the porch.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” he grunted to Max. “I’m going to stay in here.”

Miley quickly snapped her head toward Diesel worriedly. No… no… no he wasn’t going to sleep with her… she wasn’t up for that… or was she? It was so tempting but she
would not tell him that.

“Diesel…” Cain complained.

“Cain…” Diesel retorted with a grunt. “Do as I command.”

Cain sucked in a breath and grunted. “Miley, if you need either of us…” Cain said slowly.

“She won’t,” Diesel hissed.

Max gripped Cain’s arm and tugged him out onto the deck.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be on the chair,” Diesel groaned.

“You’re sleeping on the chair?” She questioned curiously. The man was big and the only chairs
, which were in the room, were wicker chairs just large enough for her to be comfortable.

“Unless you are interested…” Diesel raised an eyebrow but stood firmly in place at the far side of the room.

“I can’t let you sleep in the chairs…” Miley frowned. “It’s not right for you.”

“You are a prisoner here… and you are worried about me?” She could easily see the curiosity in his voice and the almost hopeful look to his eyes. The wonder of why a woman would give a crap if he was comfortable or not, was definitely in his mind.

“Why don’t you sleep on the bed?” Miley said slowly pulling the covers back.

Diesel grinned and slowly walked forward, until Miley spoke again. “I’ll sleep on the chair
,” she told him as she pushed herself from the bed.

Diesel let out a low chuckle and shook his head slowly. “Either we both sleep
on the bed or I take the chair,” he told her.

“I can’t do that…” Miley said slowly. She
could not sleep with this man and it could turn into something that she was not sure she was ready for. She did not know anything about him… yet she was on a remote island filled with hunky sexy men, one in particular which was in her bedroom right now… and she hadn’t done something like this… But he looked so damn tempting!

“Okay…” Miley said slowly, mentally slapping herself as Diesel lurched forward grinning like a fool.

“Come on… time to sleep.” He told her as he dropped into the bed.

Miley had fallen asleep quickly after her head hit the pillow of the strange dangling bed. The man beside her had curled his large body into the blankets and pulled them up over her gently. Beneath the blankets
, she would have thought he would touch her, but not like this… She figured he would try and get her to jump his bones… but instead he slowly wound his arm around her waist and tugged her back into his chest, cuddling her. It wasn’t long until they both had fallen into a peaceful slumber.

When Miley had woke, the sun was up and shining brightly. A light wind flowed through the curtains of the room and Miley sucked in the scent of the warm tropical breeze.

She felt refreshed. It had been almost two weeks now since she had come to the island. Every day in the village, she wandered around the cabin feeling overly bored. She had been given her luggage and therefore she had found something in it to do… but she wanted out of the cabin.

Each day when she awoke, Diesel would be gone and would again arrive when she grew tired. He never did touch her in any way she
was not quite comfortable with and she rather enjoyed the cuddling.

It was her seventh night here, during the middle of their slumber, when a young guard in training dared step inside the room and growl.

That was an interesting sight. Diesel was up and out of bed before she could barely register his movements. His fist shot out and he gripped the man by the throat thrusting him up against a wall. “Don’t you dare growl at me, fledgling!” He hissed. His words slid off his tongue like a snake would probably sound if it could talk, full of hisses and ‘s’s.

Miley scratched at her eyes trying to adjust to the sight before her. As soon as she got her bearings she was up and running across the room. “Diesel, what are you doing?!” She practically screamed as she yanked at his bulging muscular arms trying to free the boy.

Diesel slowly turned his head and eyed the human before him. She was cute in a vulnerable ignorant way. “Go back to bed.” He said slowly.

“Let the boy go
,” she demanded.

No, he
was not about to obey her, but the dominant tone in her voice was a turn on to him, and he liked it. Smirking slightly, Diesel grunted as he pushed the boy hard against the wall once again then let him drop to the floor. “Get out.” He snapped.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” She questioned as she scrambled forward.

Diesel caught her in his arms before she could get to the boy and pulled her close. “He’ll be fine, he shouldn’t have intruded.” He purred.

It
had not taken more than a few seconds for the boy to come to his senses and scramble out of the room.

Diesel directed Miley back to the bed and held her in his arms while he curled down into the bed. “I like you.” He purred into her ear. He was so close it sent shivers down her spine.

Miley frowned. She liked him too, but it was not like anything between them would happen, she was his prisoner and he had to protect her from ever man on the island. Instead of saying, what she really wanted to Miley snorted, “It’s strange how a prisoner can invite such an emotion in you.”

“Ha.” Diesel chuckled. “If you would tell me the answer to my questions then you probably wouldn’t be considered a threat any longer, but you know you will never go back home…” He reminded her.

“If I answered your questions you’d be done with me and probably kill me!” She grunted. Miley knew that would not happen but she felt the urge to push the envelope.

“Right, well if you want to be treated like a prisoner then I’ll treat you like a prisoner…
,” he growled then something in him changed. It was like Diesel was struggling with an inner voice and he smirked, “better yet...”

That unnerved her and Miley struggled to push away from him. Instead of getting far, Diesel’s grip tightened on her and he rolled her over and perched himself over top of her.

Miley’s eyes widened but she was not afraid. She was excited. Diesel had never shown much dominance laced with interest in her before and the lust was wafting off him in waves. His violet eyes sparked, shimmering through the darkness, “What are you going to do bad boy?” she teased. As soon as the words left her mouth, Miley slapped her hand over top her lips and stared up at Diesel wide eyed. She could not believe she had just said that.

Diesel smirked. “You are so beautiful. So…” he dragged out as he leaned down and began to suckle her sensitive skin “tempting.” He purred.

Miley shuttered and gulped. For some reason she knew this day would come. The tension between them had been growing and she desperately wanted it to develop.

Something once again snapped inside the man and Diesel grunted as he pushed himself up and away from Miley almost as if he had flown backward. “We will talk in the morning.” He said quickly yanking on his jeans. Diesel had elected to sleep in his boxers after the second day when he must have figured Miley was comfortable enough with him around.

“Cain and Derek are outside if you need anything.” He almost whispered.

Miley
could not quite grasp what had just happened. She had practically invited him to have sex with her and he just took off. Was there something wrong with her?

Miley had been wallowing so much in her own
self-pity since Diesel had practically stormed out; that she barely slept a wink. When the sun finally began to rise, Miley pulled herself from bed. She did not feel like getting dressed. She did not feel like taking a shower, which she happily learned about days ago. Instead, she slowly dragged herself into the living room and curled up in a blanket sulking.

Miley puffed out a breath. She
could not stand it sitting around here any longer. She was going to go and find something to do. She could not believe Diesel left her frustrated. She was lonely, bored, and hot. She stood up and stomped back to the bedroom. She wanted to change into something that would attract everyone’s eye.

Quickly, she focused all her attention on the dresser she had loaded her clothing into. Though she hadn’t really brought anything absolutely drop dead sexy, Miley did bring her new swimsuits and though the men who had brought her here and Diesel himself have seen one of them but her secret weapon was a bright blue string bikini that really brought out her eyes.

Knowing better than to change in the bedroom with who knows who out there watching… Miley grabbed the swimsuit and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

With her swimsuit on and her hair pulled up into a messy bun, Miley continued out to the deck outside the bedroom. Slowly, she peeked her head out the window, looking for guards.

Fortunately, there was no guard in sight. Diesel had ordered the guards away from the bedroom. With no one in sight, she looked out toward the water and smiled. The scorching heat of the island would be smothered out quickly with the cool water. Miley patted her way across the decking until she came to the edge and looked down searching for hidden rocks or shoreline.

A grin adorned Miley’s lips as she backed away for the edge before quickly running toward it again. As she hit the edge Miley jumped. “Wahoo!” She screamed out. A breath of fresh air surged around her as she landed in the cool water.

Miley felt anew. The water was refreshing and the air outside was invigorating. She swam across the lagoon and then back, enjoying her ‘forbidden’ free time.

As Miley rose from the water for the umpteenth time a voice called out to her. “Well you’re not the usual sacrifice.” Someone mumbled and Miley quickly snapped her head toward the sound. She was now staring wide-eyed at the figure of a man as she floated within the lagoon. He was tall with tanned skin from spending so much time in the sun similar to Diesel. His chest was bare, sculpted, with a beautifully colored dragon tattoo encased his body across his taught abs to his well defined shoulders and even laced around his ‘could squish me to death’ muscular arms. To say this man was beautiful would be an understatement.

“Huh?” Miley asked dumbly blinking up at him.

“So who’s the lucky man? I was unaware that there was a sacrifice.” The man said scratching his chin, he had been gone for a while but he wasn’t expecting a new sacrifice in the area.

“What are you talking about?” Miley said swimming away from him.

Orion hadn’t expected the woman to act so strangely. Most of the sacrifices
did not act like this. Most of them were shy and nervous for a while before they accepted their mate and this girl certainly hadn’t accepted her mate.

“Who’s your mate?” Orion asked knowing he should congratulate the man.

“Mate?” Miley frowned. She could not figure out what he was talking about. Instead of paying any more attention, she swam away from the man toward the waterfall. She was going to enjoy herself out here.

Orion wasn’t thrilled with the blatant disobedience and the woman ignoring him. He would have her talk to him one way or another. She would obey his word like every other clan member below him. Orion had not planned on a swim, he
was, yet to speak with his alpha when he had arrived back home and spotted a new woman. Annoyed, he rushed forward taking himself into the water. By the time the girl had risen from the water, he was there.

“I do not accept people ignoring my questions.” Orion growled out, he was beta for a reason.

“Oh!” Miley squeaked pressing her hand to her breast. “You scared me.”

Orion reached forward and grabbed hold of the girl’s wrist pulling her into him firmly. Shocks of electricity shimmied up between them, “What is your name?” He asked changing subject.

Miley sniffed the air between them sighing, leaning forward before she snapped back to reality. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not giving you my name.” Miley scowled trying to pull away. The men here were strange and dominating, which bothered her.

“Orion!” Diesel called out as he rushed toward the edge of the lagoon. He knew this would eventually be a problem. He would have told him about the girl but he had been away. “Miley, this is my second in command, Orion.”

Orion smiled with pride. “Now…” Orion had begun as he once again tugged Miley forward. “Who is your mate?”

Flash of anger adorned Diesel’s enthralling eyes before quickly diminishing. “Leave her, Orion.”

“I need a mate.” Orion said huskily as he leaned closer to Miley.

“She’s mine.” Diesel breathed and Orion released his hold quickly dropping Miley’s wrist and moving away slightly as he clenched his fists tightly.

“It’s an honor to have someone so…” He paused and leaned back as if he was evaluating her “tempting around here.” He murmured sucking in a breath. Orion turned and swam away diving beneath the water and disappearing.

Miley looked over to Diesel, her attention now fully on his beautiful being, and let out a breath. Diesel rolled his eyes “Get out of the water Miley.”

“I’m rather enjoying my time here.” Miley muttered. It was a very familiar situation and she knew he could easily drag her out of the water.

“Don’t push it.” Diesel groaned.

“Push what?” Miley pressed.

“My control,” Diesel replied huskily. “Now get out of the water and go inside. We’ll talk later.” With
that, Diesel turned to walk away.

“Hey?” Miley grunted as she swam toward the edge of the water. Diesel’s allusiveness was annoying her. She wanted that talk and she wanted it now. She
did not feel like a prisoner other than the staying in the guesthouse thing. She felt more like a lover that just was not getting any love.

This man, Diesel, the man who had been staying with her in her guest room,
did not give her the stay-a-way vibe like Victor had. She remembered the strange man that had dropped her here and knew she needed to talk to Diesel about him. If anything, Miley felt she should pull herself closer and suck in Diesel’s delicious scent. Huh? Miley sniffed the air and sighed.

In a foggy haze, Miley swam over to the edge of the lagoon. It was as if the men here had a hold on her and she
could not quite see through the fog. Now with Diesel and Orion’s disappearance, Miley could think better.

“Strange.” Miley groaned. When she was far enough in she could stand, Miley stood and continued her way back up to the deck outside the bedroom.

The swim was fun while it had lasted until the two men had ruined it. She was muttering and complaining to herself as she grabbed angrily at fresh pieces of clothing then stomped down the hallway to the bathroom to change.

When she finished dressing, Miley brushed her hair a bit then continued to the door. She was going to go find Diesel. She wanted his speech and she had one of her own to give him.