Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Draven**

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

entered,

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

Rory,” |

began, my voice low and husky, “I've always known that you were meant to be mine since | first saw you.” | 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, | 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, | 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,” | said as | made a

portal

and we walked through into a forest in the Inbetween where | 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. | 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

frbathed 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 |

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,” | whispered, my voice rough with emotion. The sound of her non 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.

“Draven,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a fragile thread of sound that sent shivers down my

spine. Her

gaze dropped to the ground, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. | could see the conflict within her, the virgin's

fear

battling the wolf's instinct to submit to her mate. | found this gquite erotic. | like that | will be her first and

her last.

| took a step closer, closing the distance between us. My hand reached out, hovering inches from her cheek. |

could feel

the heat radiating from her skin, a palpable warmth that drewin. Slowly, gently, | brushed a strand of her

golden hair

behind her ear, my fingertips grazing her earlobe. A shiver ran through her, a visible tremor that spoke volumes.

“You're

beautiful,” | murmured, my breath ghosting across her skin. My thumb traced the delicate curve of her jawline,

feeling the

softness of her skin, the faint stubble of her werewolf nature.

She looked up then, her amber eyes meeting mine, a silent plea for reassurance shining in their depths. | saw

the fear, the

uncertainty, but beneath it all, | saw the desire, a flflickering to life, ready to be fanned into a blazing

inferno. “I'm

scared,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

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

for both of

us. But we're meant to be together, I can feel it in my bones.” My words seemed to ease her tension, a slight

relaxation in

her shoulders, a softening of her gaze. | took another step closer, our bodies almost touching, the heat between

us

palpable. My hand cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her b*Draven**

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as she realized the weight of my words. This wasn’t just about sex, about

physical

pleasure. This was about claiming, about marking her as my mate, about forging a bond that would last an

eternity.

| leaned in, my lips brushing hers in a feather-light touch. A spark ignited, a jolt of electricity that coursed

through us

both. Her hands, trembling slightly, cup to clutch at my shirt, her nails digging into the fabric.

The kiss deepened, a slow, exploratory dance of tongues and lips. | tasted her fear, her desire, her sweetness, a

heady

cocktail that fueled my own yearning. My hand moved down, tracing the curve of her neck, the delicate hollow at

the

base of her throat. | could feel her pulse, a rapid beat that mirrored my own.

Her body pressed closer, a silent plea for more. My hand slid down, cupping her breast, feeling the softness

through the

thin fabric of her dress. A moan escaped her lips, a sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.

| broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “You're mine, Rory,” |

murmured

against her skin, my voice a gravelly growl. “And I'm yours.”

Her head fell back, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. | kissed my way down, savoring the taste of her

skin, the

scent of her desire. My hands roamed, mapping the contours of her body, memorizing every curve, every dip.

Her dress

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

sight of her,

her body a work of art, a testament to the beauty of the supernatural. Her skin glowed with a soft, ethereal light,

a sign of

her werewolf nature. | knelt before her, my hands tracing the curves of her hips, my lips ghosting her skin.

My hands tracing the curves of her hips, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, her

hands

tangling in my hair, holdingclose.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

| looked up, meeting her gaze, my eyes burning with desire. “Are you sure, Rory? This changes everything.”

She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I'm sure. | want this. | want you.”

A surge of possessiveness washed over me, a primal urge to claim her, to mark her as mine. | stood, lifting her

into my

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

seeking

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

its

breath, the very air alive with anticipation.

My lips traced a path down her body, kissing, nipping, savoring every inch of her skin. Her moans filled the air, a

sweet melody that spurredon. My hands roamed, exploring, claiming, leaving no part of her untouched. Her

hands gripped

my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as | teased her, my mouth hovering over her core, my breath

ghosting across

her sensitive flesh.

“Draven,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

| smiled against her skin, a wicked curve of my lips. “Patience, my love. This is a ritual, a sacred act.”

My tongue dipped, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her surrender. Her hips bucked, a silent plea for more. |

obliged,

my mouth working its magic, my fingers joining in, a symphony of pleasure that had her crying out, her body

arching off

the ground.

Her release was a beautiful thing, a sight to behold. Her body shook, her cries echoing through the forest, a

testament to

the power of our connection. As her tremors subsided, | positioned myself above her, our eyes locked, our

breaths

coming in ragged gasps. “Now, Rory,” | whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “Now I claim you.”

| thrust into her, slowly, gently, feeling the tight heat of her body envelop me. She gasped, her eyes widening at

the

sensation, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You're mine,” | growled, my voice a possessive rumble. “And I'm

yours.”

Our bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time, a dance of passion and desire. The forest around us seemed to

pulsate with energy, the very air alive with the magic of our union. Our cries echoed through the trees, a primal

soundtrack to our mating. The world fell away, leaving only us, our bodies, our souls, merging into one.

As our climax approached, a blinding light erupted, engulfing us, a tangible manifestation of our bond. The air

crackled

with power, the forest itself seeming to rejoice in our union. Our cries merged into one, a single, triumphant

sound that

shattered the silence. The light faded, leaving us breathless, spent, our bodies glistening with sweat, our hearts

pounding

in unison.

| collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Our breaths slowly returned to

normal, the world around us settling back into its familiar rhythm. “Welcto my world, Rory,” | whispered,

brushing a strand of

hair from her forehead. “Welcto our world.”

She smiled, a soft, contented curve of her lips. “I'm home,” she murmured, snuggling closer.

And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a soft, golden glow, | knew it to

be true. We were home. Together. Bound by a love that transcended the physical, a love that would last an

eternity. ot

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