Chapter 17: Mine pt1
**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.
"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. I could see the conflict within her, the virgin's fear battling the wolf's instinct to submit to her mate. I found this game quite erotic. I like that I will be her first and her last.
I took a step closer, closing the distance between us. My hand reached out, hovering inches from her cheek. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a palpable warmth that drew me in. Slowly, gently, I 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," I 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. I saw the fear, the uncertainty, but beneath it all, I saw the desire, a flame flickering to life, ready to be fanned into a blazing inferno. "I'm scared," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
I 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. I took another step closer, our bodies almost touching, the heat between us palpable. My hand cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. "Let me show you," I whispered, my voice a husky promise. "Let me show you what it means to be mine."
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