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.

her voice barely above a whisper, a fragile thread of sound that sent shivers down

flushed a delicate pink. I could see the

mate. I found this game quite erotic. I like that I will be

the distance between us. My hand reached out, hovering inches from her

her skin, a palpable warmth that drew me in. Slowly, gently, I brushed a

fingertips grazing her earlobe. A shiver ran through her, a visible tremor

My thumb traced the delicate curve of her jawline,

faint stubble

mine, a silent plea for reassurance shining in their depths. I saw the

desire, a flame flickering to life, ready to be fanned into a blazing

admitted, her

curve of my lips that held a world of understanding. “It’s okay to be scared, Rory. This is

it in my bones.” My

softening of her gaze. I took another

her cheek, my thumb brushing

her eyes widening as she realized the weight of my words. This wasn’t just

This was about claiming, about marking her as my mate, about forging a bond that

leaned in, my lips brushing hers in a feather-light touch.

Her hands, trembling slightly, came up to clutch at

and lips. I tasted her fear, her desire, her sweetness,

down, tracing the curve of her neck, the delicate hollow at

feel her

for more. My hand slid down, cupping

her dress. A moan escaped her lips, a sound that sent

broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, her neck,

her skin, my voice a

fell back, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. I kissed

My hands roamed, mapping the contours

the forest floor, leaving her clad only in a thin scrap of lace. My

of the supernatural. Her skin glowed with a soft,

nature. I knelt before her, my hands tracing

my lips brushing the sensitive

my hair,

her voice a desperate

my eyes burning with desire. “Are you sure, Rory? This changes

with unshed tears.

of possessiveness washed over me, a primal urge to claim her, to mark

legs around

carried her to the soft moss-covered ground, laying her down gently. The forest around us seemed to hold

the very air