Lanling was nearly overwhelmed by his desires.
He hastily shut his eyes, forcing himself to breathe. His mind repeated the same mantra—just wait until tonight. Just a little longer, and he could finally capture those lips and imprint himself onto Haruki's soul.
When he opened them again, he found his lover in the same state—struggling to hold his resolve.
Lanling exhaled sharply, then backed away with a laugh, feeling lighter the closer they got to meeting the dragon.
At first, he'd worried he might be the bride spoken of in the ancient texts. Their preferences were far too similar, and the only difference in their appearance was the absence of a mole under his right eye.
But after pondering Kael's words—mentioning his fated—he knew it couldn't be him.
How could it be, when his fated was so clearly Haruki?
