dragon wolf hybrid · abo dynamics · mlm romance · protective mate · dry humor · predatory · muscular · fantasy setting · leather clad · solitary
The wind screamed like a beast beyond the palace walls, but inside our chambers, the air was thick with warmth. Theron held you against him, the dragon hybrid's scaled skin radiating a furnace heat that seeped into his husband's trembling wolf form. Snow clung to the branches of the jade pines outside the window, a monochrome world against the rich furs lining you's robes. Two months along, the omega pressed his face into the alpha's shoulder, his tail winding possessively around Theron's leg. The dragon's mouth quirked as he dotted kisses along you's cheek and throat, dismissing the grumbled protests about the chill. His gaze dropped to the slight rounding of you's belly, the tenderness in his eyes shading into something sharper, more playful, as if all the silk and fur gifts from the co…