17. Tobias

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

TOBIAS

“Kiss me again?”I asked.

Draven's eyes softened at my request, a small smile playing on his lips despite the weariness etched into his features.

He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a silent reassurance, a promise that despite the chaos of the day, we were here together.

I pulled away abruptly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt creeping in.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," I murmured, feeling selfish for seeking solace in his embrace when he needed rest.

Draven shook his head, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek.

"Don't apologize," he said softly. "I needed that too."

Draven closed his fingers on the back of my neck and plundered my mouth, deepening the kiss.

My cock woke in my jeans. I wanted to feel Draven inside me again, claiming me as his.

I clawed at his clothes and he reached for the hem of my shirt. Clothes had to go, I thought and it seemed we both had the same thought.

In moments, we were both naked, with Draven above me. He sealed his mouth over mine, while pinning my arms above my head.

A thrill of anticipation slid down my spine. I liked the illusion of helplessness and I knew it was an illusion, because never in a million years would my dragon hurt me.

He released my hands, so he could leave more kisses down my neck, chest and stomach.

Draven gave the leaking tip of my thickening cock a kiss, making me groan.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“On fours,” he said, the command in his voice making me shudder.

Draven dragged me to the edge of the bed, helping me get into position. I willingly parted my legs, moaning as he slid two, three digits inside my ass.

There wasn’t a need to, because I was more than ready for him. Either way, my dragon liked to be prepared.

Once he considered me ready, Draven gripped my hips and pushed in. I gasped as he drove in without pause.

In no time at all, he was hilt deep. I breathed in and out, relishing how thick and full he felt inside me.

Draven began riding me, beginning with slow and measured strokes, before ramping up the pace.

I panted, clawing at the sheets, meeting him for every thrust. Each time our bodies joined, it felt like a piece of my soul brushed against his own.

My wolf and his dragon. We made for a perfect pair.

Draven shifted the angle of his entry and I gasped as he brushed against my sweet spot. He kept going for the spot. I whimpered, arching my back.

My balls tightened against my body. Pressure steadily built inside me but at his last push, I broke open.

The room fell away from my line of sight and my mind shattered. Draven entered me a few more times, before climaxing and filling me with his seed.

I collapsed on the sheet, feeling completely satisfied. Draven found a towel from my drawer. He cleaned us up, before sliding next to me in bed.

Draven held me against the warmth of muscled body for a few moments. We didn’t speak right away, there wasn’t a need to.

All was right with the world, I thought.

Draven then leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. A surge of anticipation coursed through me.

It felt like the moment was charged with an electric tension. Draven grazed his lips against the skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, I felt the pressure of his teeth against my skin, the sharpness of his fangs just barely grazing the surface.

It was a delicate balance between pleasure and pain, a threshold I was willing to cross for Draven, for us.

But then, Draven hesitated, his movements faltering for a fleeting moment. I could almost sense the turmoil within him.

"Don't stop," I whispered.

I tightened my fingers around his hand. Draven shook his head, his gaze locking with mine, his eyes dark with emotion.

"There's no undoing this," he reminded me.

I reached up, cupping his cheek in my hand, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. My decision was made. Maybe it had been made the night I met him

"I know," I murmured. "And I want it. Want to be yours."

With those words hanging in the air between us, I offered my neck to him once more, a silent invitation.

And then, as Draven's fangs sank into my skin, a surge of warmth washed over me, spreading through every fiber of my being.

It was as if our souls had intertwined, wolf and dragon becoming one, bound together until death do us part.

In that moment, as the mate mark formed between us, I felt a sense of belonging, of completeness.

And as Draven pulled away, I knew without a doubt, that I had made the right decision.

I would uproot my entire life, relocate to a new town, and start afresh, all for the sake of my mate.

Heck, I would move mountains if it meant being with Draven. With him, I found a true home.

"Your turn," Draven said, and I realized we weren't finished yet.

I knew exactly where I wanted to place my mark.

I traced the outline of the old rune etched into Draven's chest.

It was an old relic of past pain and captivity and I wanted him to know that dark chapter was behind him.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips against the spot beside the rune. There, nestled within the curve of his chest, I left my mark.

It was a reminder that Draven was mine, just as I was his.

I pulled away and I met Draven's gaze, finding nothing but warmth and possession there.

Smiling, he reached out to me, pulling me close once more. I rested my head against his chest, loving the way our hearts beat in sync.

“I love you, Draven,” I murmured, my heart full.

“Love you too, Tobias,” Draven answered. “Forever.”

“Forever,” I agreed.

I woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. After rubbing my eyes, I found myself captivated by the sight of Draven sleeping peacefully beside me.

His rhythmic snores filled the room, a welcomed sight. It was a stark contrast to the restless nights he often had, even when we wrestled together.

Seeing him so serene was a rare treat, and I couldn't resist the urge to watch him for a moment longer.

A fond smile tugged at my lips and I found myself touching his mate mark on my neck.

Part of me still couldn’t believe last night happened. That we were finally officially mates.

Careful not to disturb him, I eased myself out of bed and slipped into a nearby shirt and boxers.

Since I didn’t need to come in for work today, I decided to surprise Draven and Doyle with breakfast.

I made my way to the kitchen, careful not to wake the still-sleeping Doyle. I surveyed the ingredients in the kitchen and a sense of relief washed over me.

Finding the pancake mix, bacon, and eggs meant I could whip up a decent breakfast without having to step out.

I glanced back at the closed bedroom door, reassured by the thought of Draven and Doyle still asleep.

Even though the chances of Belladonna tracking them here were slim, I wasn't about to take any risks by heading out to the grocery

I set about preparing breakfast, humming under my breath. It was a beautiful and peaceful morning and all was right with the world.

As I cracked eggs into a bowl and mixed the pancake batter, my mind drifted to Draven.

I touched his mark on my neck again and laughed, finding comfort in the reassurance that last night had truly happened and we were indeed mates.

As I finished flipping the last pancake, a rumble outside shattered the peaceful morning. An unfamiliar car's engine.

Not what I needed right now. I turned off the stove, a knot of tension forming in my stomach. Who could it be?

If it was Tom, it'd be a relief. But if it was Bruce... or worse, his lackeys, I'd have some explaining to do.

How do you explain two sleeping dragons in your tiny trailer?

I glanced back at Draven and Doyle, still lost in slumber, oblivious to the intrusion.

With a deep breath, I turned off the stove and decided to see who my visitor was. I stepped out of the trailer.

"Tom, if it's you checking on me again—" I warned, but my words trailed off as I realized it wasn't Tom, Bruce, or any of the leopard shifters.

Instead, a tall, dark-haired, muscular man emerged from a black, nondescript Toyota that had seen better days.

His presence caused me to freeze in place as he offered me a smile. Every inch of him exuded a predatory aura, though he kept it tightly controlled.

On any other day, I might have mistaken him for human, but recent experiences with dragon shifters had sharpened my senses.

Swallowing hard, I watched as he approached.

"Stand your ground," my wolf whispered, and I followed its advice, even though I couldn't help but feel a slight tremor of fear.

"You must be Draven's little wolf," he said, extending a hand.

I couldn't miss the way his gaze lingered on Draven's mate mark on my neck with undisguised interest.

"I have a name," I blurted out without thinking. "It's Tobias."

"Of course, my apologies. I'm—" he began.

"You must be Zane," I interrupted.

He blinked in surprise, but quickly recovered. Was it my imagination, or did I catch a hint of approval in his dark-green eyes?

"That's right. I would love to trade more pleasantries in better circumstances, but I'm here to check on Doyle,” Zane said.

"Of course, please come in," I said, stepping aside to let him enter the trailer.

To my surprise, Zane didn't take another step.

"Is... something wrong?" I asked, feeling a hint of unease.

"I'm sure your home is lovely, but three of my kind in such a tiny space is a recipe for disaster. Especially right now when my temper is running hot," Zane confessed, though he didn't look or sound angry.

Yet, there was an aura of authority around him that made me suppress a shudder. This was one guy I didn't want to mess with.

"I'm here and I'm fine, Zane," came a grumpy voice.

Doyle emerged from the trailer, the left sleeve of the sweater I loaned him that belonged to Tom fluttering in the wind.

Zane frowned, studying him intently. "You look better than I imagined," he remarked.

"Lucinda, Tobias' friend and a white witch, sorted me out," Doyle said.

Zane narrowed his eyes. "You know how I feel about witches,” he said, tone icy.

"Lucinda practices white magic, not black," I pointed out, hoping to defuse the tension.

Zane let out a breath, and I took a hesitant step back. My wolf warned me it wasn't wise to provoke him.

"Don't take it too hard, Tobias. Zane despises all witches," Doyle informed me, his tone matter-of-fact.

"I was wondering what the commotion was all about. Here I was, hoping to enjoy my mate's pancakes," Draven said, joining us outside.

He immediately walked up to me, sliding a possessive arm over my shoulders.

I squeaked when he tugged me close, but I didn't mind his good morning kiss.

"Huh. I must've been more out of it than I thought last night, because I didn't hear anything," Doyle remarked. "Congrats, by the way."

"Um, yeah. Thank you," I said, flushing under their combined attention.

All three dragon shifters were now looking at me with interest.

"W-why don't I set up the folding chairs and table outside? There's enough breakfast to go around, and you guys... can have your talk out here," I suggested, eager to be elsewhere for the moment.

Draven raised his eyebrows but pulled his arm back when I hurried back inside the trailer.

"I'll help you with the chairs and table," he called after me.

To my relief, he soon followed me into the kitchen.

"Hey," Draven said, searching my eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm..." I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. "I thought we would have a quiet morning, have breakfast, take it slow, you know? I didn't expect Zane to turn up."