Chapter 147: Reconnecting
**Draven**
After everything that happened with Cora, the Ancient One, and me finding my Fated, Jace, I decided to take Rory out for the day, just us. I want to show her how much she means to me, and I don’t want her to ever feel like a second choice. I also wanted to explain my bisexuality to her, seeing as how I didn’t previously. Things just happened so fast and were so powerful that it slipped my mind. I ported us to where I asked her to be mine.
The sun filters through the canopy of the mystical forest, casting dappled light on the clearing where Rory and I stand. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, a reminder of the ancient magic that pulses through this place. After everything we’ve been through—the trials, the revelations, the binding of our souls—I’m acutely aware of how little time I’ve spent truly focusing on her. Rory deserves more than stolen glances and fleeting touches. She deserves to know every part of me, even the parts I’ve kept hidden. Like my bisexuality. I should have told her sooner, but the whirlwind of events left no room for hesitation. Now, though, I’m determined to make today hers. To lavish her with attention, to fuck her until she can’t think of anyone else. Until she’s drowning in me.
Rory stands before me, her thin frame radiating a mix of boldness and vulnerability. Her werewolf nature hums beneath her skin, a primal energy that calls to my own magic. She was a virgin when we first met, but there’s nothing timid about her. Her bratty smirk challenges me, dares me to prove myself again and again. Today, I intend to do that and more.
"Rory," I begin, my voice low and steady, "today is about you. About us. No distractions, no trials, no Ancient One looming over us. Just you and me."
Her eyes narrowed, a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What’s the catch?" she asks, her tone playful but guarded.
I step closer, my boots crunching softly on the forest floor. "No catch. Just… let me show you who I am. All of me."
Her gaze flickers, and for a moment, I see the uncertainty beneath her bravado. But then she straightens, her chin lifting defiantly. "Alright, warlock. Show me."
I smile, a slow, predatory curve of my lips. "Gladly."
The forest seems to hold its breath as I close the distance between us. My hands cup her face, my thumbs brushing the soft skin of her cheeks. Her eyes—a deep, stormy gray—lock onto mine, and I see the question there. Are you sure? I nod, pouring every ounce of my sincerity into the gesture. Then I lean in, pressing my lips to hers.
The kiss is slow, deliberate, a promise of what’s to come. Rory melts against me, her body yielding to mine as her lips part. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her sweetness. Her hands clutch at my shirt, her nails digging into my skin, and I feel her werewolf instincts stir. She’s a creature of passion, of raw, untamed desire, and I intend to unleash it.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips along her jawline, down her neck, savoring the shivers that ripple through her. "You’re so beautiful, Rory," I murmured against her skin. "So fucking perfect." She tilts her head back, exposing more of her neck, and I take the invitation, sucking gently at the tender spot where her pulse thrums. A soft moan escapes her, and I grin against her skin. "Like that, do you?"
"Shut up and keep going," she mutters, her voice breathless.
I chuckle, my hands sliding down her body, mapping every curve and dip. Her shirt is in my way, and with a flick of my wrist, I use my magic to shred it, baring her perky breasts to the forest air. Her nipples are tight buds, and I waste no time in taking one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
Rory gasps, her hands tangling in my hair as she arches into me. "Draven…"
"Yeah?" I hum against her breast, my voice vibrating through her.
"Don’t stop."
I smirk, switching to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts, and I can feel her desire building, a tangible heat that wraps around us like a second skin. My hands drift lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans, and I smirk at the way she shudders when my fingers brush the lace of her panties. "Impatient, aren’t we?" I tease, my lips brushing her ear.
"You’re the one who said today was about me," she retorts, her voice trembling.
"And I meant every word," I assure her, hooking my fingers into her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She steps out of them, leaving her in nothing but her panties, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her body is a work of art, lean and muscular, with just the right amount of softness. My cock twitches in anticipation, trapped uncomfortably in my pants.
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