Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Draven**

After confessing to Rory in the living room in front of everyone, I took her hand and led her to my room. As we entered,

the air crackled with anticipation. Once inside, I turned to Rory with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, Rory,” I

began, my voice low and husky, “I’ve always known that you were meant to be mine since I first saw you.” I felt Rory’s

heart skip a beat as she looked into my intense gaze, feeling a rush of desire neither of us had ever experienced before.

With a sly grin, I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “You are mine, Rory. And tonight, I’m going to show you just

how much you belong to me.” And with that, I sealed our fate with a passionate kiss that left them both breathless and

hungry for more. From that moment on, there was no turning back – we were destined to be together, our connection

growing stronger with each passing second. “Let’s go somewhere you will be more at home,” I said as I made a portal

and we walked through into a forest in the Inbetween where I liked to go to escape Blackbriar. If only this place truly

existed, instead it is just an extension of my magic.

Upon exiting the portal, the air in the clearing was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of pine and something wilder,

something primal. It clung to my skin like a second cloak, heightening every sense. I could feel the hum of magic in the

earth beneath my boots, a familiar pulse that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. Rory stood before me, her slender

frame bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Her wolfish eyes, a deep amber, held a mixture of fear and longing, a

virgin’s trepidation warring with the undeniable pull of our bond.

My fingers itched to trace the delicate lines of her face, to feel the softness of her skin against my calloused palms. But I

held back, savoring the tension, the electric charge that crackled between us. This wasn’t just about desire, though it

burned hot and fierce within me. This was about claiming, about marking her as mine, about forging a connection that would transcend the physical. Our kind, the supernatural beings who walked unseen amongst humans, understood the

gravity of this moment. Mating wasn’t merely a union of bodies; it was a merging of souls, a binding of destinies.

“Rory,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. The sound of her name on my lips felt like a spell, a potent incantation

that drew her closer. She took a hesitant step forward, her bare feet silent on the forest floor. The scent of her, a heady

mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her, enveloped me, clouding my thoughts.

a whisper, a fragile thread of sound that sent shivers down my

pink. I

the wolf’s instinct to submit to her mate. I found this game quite erotic. I like that I will be her

My hand reached out, hovering

heat radiating from her skin, a palpable warmth that drew me

A shiver ran through her,

murmured, my breath ghosting across her skin. My thumb traced

of her skin, the faint stubble of

mine, a silent plea for

desire, a flame flickering to

she admitted, her

of understanding. “It’s okay to be scared, Rory. This is new

it in my bones.” My words seemed to ease her tension, a slight

I took another step

hand cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing

weight

about claiming, about marking her as my

a feather-light touch. A spark

came up to clutch at my shirt, her

of tongues and lips. I

yearning. My hand moved down, tracing the curve

could feel her pulse, a

a silent plea for more. My hand slid down, cupping her breast, feeling

her lips, a sound that sent a jolt of pleasure

neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “You’re mine,

a gravelly

line of her neck. I kissed my way down, savoring

hands roamed, mapping the contours of her body, memorizing every curve, every dip. Her

on the forest floor, leaving her clad only in a thin scrap of lace. My breath caught at the sight of

beauty of the supernatural. Her skin glowed

nature. I knelt before her, my hands tracing the curves of her hips, my

brushing the

hair, holding me

her voice

my eyes burning with desire.

with unshed tears. “I’m sure. I want this. I

a primal urge to claim her, to mark her as

her against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips

ground, laying her down gently. The forest around us seemed to hold

air alive with