Dion's Playfulness

(Author's POV)

Dion was dragging Myra and Nora along, gripping both their hands in his as Elio was merely following them from behind.

As for Dion, as a natural playboy, he didn't loosen his grip on Myra's hand even for a second, but he very cleverly masked his intentions by holding Nora's hand as well. After all he was an experienced campaigner. He smirked as he held Myra's hands in his, feeling extremely pleased. His skin was tingling and heating up from where Myra and his hand clasped. Myra's hands were neither soft nor delicate, but her mere touch was igniting a fire within Dion. He wanted to have her, by hook or by crook. 'Who could resist my charm? She will be in my bed soon. Maybe tonight, who knows?'

Myra initially wasn't comfortable by Dion's hold but was now somewhat accustomed to it. She didn't want to make a fuss about these little things, it was just holding hands. But the area Dion was grasping turned hot.

Dion led the group to the pool side. The water was crystal clear reflecting the clear skies and the beautiful autumn season. "Here, it is the second best place in this whole mansion Myra. You could sometime go for a swim or something; I will join you as well. Just tell me, when you feel like it" Dion glanced at Myra meaningfully, giving her his signature playful smile.

Myra didn't pay much attention to his flirting skills and asked, "Then, what's the best place?"

"Oh, I won't tell you just like that, come with me so that I can show it to you instead?" Dion once again tugged at Myra's wrist and started running towards the dense forest without giving anyone any warning.

Hand in hand, Myra and Dion were sprinting inside the lush green and red forest leaving a shouting Nora and curious Elio behind. "Brother Dion, why are you taking Myra there alone, I am telling you, don't bully her, otherwise-"

He simply laughed at Nora's words. Myra was flustered by the sudden turn of events. She could not comprehend, 'Why am I even running like we are in some sort of romantic comedy movie? What's with these holding hands?' But Dion's strong grip and the fast pace wouldn't allow her to break free.

As there steps came to a stop, Myra was panting profusely. It felt like her lungs would burst open anytime soon. Her hands were on her knees, as she was gasping for oxygen, her back bent when she started questioning Dion, "Dion....hufff, why did you...hufff drag me here all alone....hufff?" But when she tilted her head upwards to face Dion she was mesmerized by the view right before her eyes, twinkling with amazement.

"WOW, this is simply breath taking" she blinked several times, trying to capture the vision in her mind. "This is what I wanted to show you. The best place in the mansion" Dion came behind Myra whispering softly, feeling proud at his feat.

There was a pond, more like hot springs which was surrounded by exotic maple trees. The water in the pond decorated with fallen dried leaves. The waterfall above it added aesthetic feel to it. All of Myra's fatigue and exhaustion went away in a flash by the mere sight of it. "It truly is an amazing sight."

When she came to her senses, she realized Dion was standing just behind her, their bodies almost touching. She felt something around her hip and was startled by its hardness. Instinctively, she turned around and created some space between the two. Her ankle twisted in the process, 'Damn, I should have worn shoes instead of house slippers.' Just when she thought she was about to fall, bracing herself for the impact, two strong muscular hands held her tightly; her head on the person's chest. She could hear Dion's heartbeat which was racing like cars on a formula 1 track.

"Are you alright?" Dion's voice buzzed in her ears, sending an electrifying sensation within her entire being. The fragrance emanating Dion was captivating her, the scent of Patchouli surrounding Myra's nostrils was doing something to her senses, 'Why is my sense of smell getting strong all of a sudden? Surely, the perfumes these brothers use are intoxicating. I should ask them about it.'

She could feel his lean but firm muscles which were concealed underneath his thin clothing. Dion embraced her tightly, feeling every inch of her body. Her small stature, her curves, was right within his grip. Drey was also getting all riled up by her fresh floral scent. 'Gosh, Dion this human's aroma is doing something to us, it will be something otherworldly to eat her out. I have never felt such urge to have someone so eagerly, ummm.'

Myra looked upwards and saw Dion's golden greens' turning a shade darker. She immediately let him go, "Wh-what was that? What are you?" she questioned Dion with a slight frightened tone. This broke Dion and Drey's convo as he looked at Myra with pure lust.

"What is what? I am Dion Everest, of course. Nora's brother and your soon to be bed partner." He murmured that last piece of sentence only to himself.

"B-ut, but your eyes. . . suddenly your eyes were" Myra tried to form some words. "What's with my eyes, you must be seeing things after all that sprinting. Come let me carry you back to the mansion" and without giving Myra anytime to react, he lift her in his arms, princess style.

"What are you doing? Put me down, right now" the emotion of anger and embarrassment took over Myra.

Dion simply smiled at her, showing his white teeth and asked, "And tell me how will you walk back with that swollen ankle in those flip flops, hmm? Just hold onto to me, otherwise don't blame me afterwards.

Now that Myra realized, there was a sharp pain that was coursing through her ankles. Dion playfully loosened his grip on her which made Myra hold his neck automatically with a firm grip. Dion chuckled at her reactions and lifted her, walking back with Myra in his arms.

To be Continued . . . . . . . .