How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Chapter 148 148- Never Forget Choosing A Dragon Means Forever (Literally)
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Yeah, this place is just as stunning the second time. If anything, it’s better now that I’m not walking on eggshells, not bracing for him to trap me, not trying to hold myself together through fear and anger. Now I can actually see it. The way the light glints off polished surfaces, the careful organisation, the quiet, almost reverent atmosphere of the space. It’s not just a hoard. It’s… his. A reflection of him in a way that’s impossible to ignore. I move slowly through the
vault, not touching anything, just taking it in. Letting myself exist here without flinching. Blake doesn’t follow. He stays where he is, right in the middle of the room, like he’s afraid that if he moves too quickly, he’ll ruin something. His entire body is tense, shoulders tight, gaze fixed on me like he’s trying to
read every single thought I have before I even voice it. I glance back at him, then lift the key slightly in my hand.
“Is there only one of these?” I ask casually. He shrugs, but it’s cautious. Careful.
“Three… My parents have the others.” he says. I hum softly, turning the key over in my fingers.
“Ah, alright.” I pause just long enough for the weight of it to settle.
“Well, I guess we’ll need to get another one made up then.” I comment. Blake blinks.
“we do?” he asks, completely thrown.
“Yep.” I answer. There’s a beat of silence. Then he clears his throat, like he’s trying to steady himself.
“Why?” he asks, I turn to face him properly now, my heart starting to race despite how calm I’m trying to appear.
“Because you wanted me to claim some of your hoard, right?” I say. He nods, slower this time. Stiffer.
“Great,” I continue, forcing myself to keep going before I lose my nerve.
“Well, there’s a few things I think I need. I miss my earrings. And my necklace. I want my other bracelet back too.” I tell him as I gesture vaguely around the
room.
“And I have a lot of pink jewellery. I think I’ll need some with blue. Or green. And if I’m getting dressed up or going somewhere nice, I might need options.”
I add. Then I take a breath.
“So… it’s probably easiest if I just have my own key, Right?” I explain. The words hang there. Heavy. My heart is pounding so hard I’m half convinced he can hear it. This feels… bold. Maybe even greedy. Like I’m overstepping. But from everything I’ve learned about dragons… From everything I’ve learned about Blake, this is what he wants. This is how I prove that I choose him. Blake just stares at me for a second. And then, everything changes. The tension in ham snaps, not into anger, but into something bright. Intense, Overwhelming. A smile breaks across his face. Not the small, controlled ones I’m used to Not the smug little smirks. This is huge. Unrestrained, Genuine in a way I’ve never seen before. Pure, unfiltered elation. And before I can even fully process that, he moves. Fast. He closes the distance between us in an instant, one arm hooking around my waist and pulling me flush against him, the impact stealing the breath from my lungs. Then he kisses me. It’s not gentle. Not careful. It’s everything. All the things he doesn’t say. All the things he can’t say Relief Possession. Adoration. A kind of fierce, overwhelming joy that makes my head spin. His lips crash against mine with a heat that sends a jolt straight through me, and for half a second I’m too surprised to react, then I kiss him back. Just as hard. Just as desperate. Because I get it. I feel it too. His grip tightens as if he’s afraid I might disappear, his other arm sliding under me as he lifts me effortlessly off the ground. I gasp softly against his mouth, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck to steady myself. My fingers slip into his hair, threading through it, holding hom there like I never want this to end. The kiss deepens, slows just slightly, not losing intensity, but shifting into something more deliberate More certam His lips move against mine with a kind of reverence that makes my chest ache, like he’s memorising this, like this moment means something beyond just the physical and it does. Because this isn’t just a kiss. This is a decision. A promise. I chose him. Not because I have to Not because I’m stated Not because I want his gold. or his protection. But because I want him. And he knows it. I can feel it in the way he holds me, in the way his hands steady me like I’m something
precious and irreplaceable, in the way the frantic edge from earlier melts into something deeper, steadier Mine His Ours
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Eventually, we have to breathe. I pull back just enough to rest my forehead against his, both of us a little breathless, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. His hands are still firm on me, like he’s grounding himself, like if he lets go too soon I might vanish.
“I think… that counts as a yes.” I murmur softly, a faint smile tugging at my lips. Blake lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving breath, something like rehef and wonder tangled together in the sound.
“Oh, it definitely does,” he replies, his voice low, steady, and filled with something warm and certain.
“I love you.” He says softly. The words aren’t rushed. They’re not casual. They’re reverent. Like he means every single piece of them. Like he’s offering me something sacred. My chest tightens, warmth blooming through me so strong it almost hurts in the best possible way.
“I love you too,” I answer warmly. His expression shifts, just slightly, but it’s enough. Enough to tell me that mattered. Then, slowly, carefully, he lowers me back to my feet. His hands don’t leave me immediately. They move through my hair, down my arms, along my back, steadying me, making sure I’m balanced before he lets me fully take my own weight. It’s probably a good thing, because my knees are… not entirely reliable right now. Blake steps away, but not far. He moves through the vault with purpose now, no hesitation left in him. He gathers the things I mentioned, my bracelet, my necklace, my earrings, and then… more. A lot more. He returns to me, something softer in his expression now.
“May I?” he asks quietly. I nod. He takes my hand gently, sliding one bracelet on… then another… and another, until my wrist feels pleasantly weighted, cool metal resting against my skin. He does the same to the other, his touch careful, almost reverent, like each piece matters.
“Lift your hair,” he murmurs. I do, gathering my braid over one shoulder. His fingers brush lightly against the back of my neck as he fastens my necklace, then adds more, fine gold chains layering one over another, settling against my collarbone. His touch lingers for just a second longer than necessary. Then he moves to my ears, replacing my earrings with practiced ease, his fingers warm against my skin. He steps back, scanning me, then turns again, collecting more. This time, he comes back with a handful of glittering hairpins. He moves behind me, gently adjusting my braid, sliding them into place one by one. The delicate weight settles into my hair, catching the light when I move. And then, a tiara. I blink as he carefully places it on my head, adjusting it until it sits just right. Okay. This is… a lot. I am fairly certain I look like I just robbed an entire jewellery store. But I don’t stop him. Because I understand now. This isn’t about decoration. This is about him. About what this means to him. And I chose this. I chose him. So if he needs to see me like this, to see his choice reflected back at him in something tangible, then I’m more than happy to give him that. When he’s done, he steps back and just… looks at me. Really looks. His eyes are bright, filled with something I’ve never quite seen so openly before, joy, admiration, and a deep, satisfied pride that sends a little thrill
through me.
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“Yours. All of it. All of me.” he says firmly. There’s no hesitation. No doubt. Just truth. I smile, stepping a little closer.
“Yeah. You are. And I’m yours.” I agree softly. His hand tightens slightly around mine, like that simple confirmation means everything. Then he leans in again, capturing my lips in another kiss, slower this time, but no less intense. It leaves me breathless all over again, my head a little light, my knees just as shaky as before. When he finally pulls back, there’s something softer in his expression, lighter, almost boyish in a way I’ve never really seen before. Not just excitement, but relief. Like something in him has finally settled into place. He takes my hand without hesitation, fingers lacing through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and tugs me gently toward the door.
“Come on,” he says, his voice warm, threaded with that barely-contained eagerness.
“Where are we going?” I ask, laughing softly as I let him pull me along.
“We need to get a key made. Right now.” he says immediately. I blink at him. Of course we do.
“Oh, okay. Sure, but… Blake?” I tug him to a stop, and he turns back to me, brows knitting slightly like I’ve just interrupted something very important
“Yeah?” he asks, I gesture vaguely to… all of me.
“I think I might be a little overdressed.” I say dryly. He pauses. Actually pauses. Then his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, taking in every bracelet. every chain, every glittering piece he just insisted on putting on me. His mouth curves into a familiar smirk, but there’s something softer behind it now
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“No such thing,” he says simply.
“You deserve to be draped in treasures. And everyone else should know it.” he declares. I snort a laugh. Of course he thinks that.
“Right. Because that won’t attract any attention at all,” I mutter. He shrugs, entirely unbothered.
“Good. Then they’ll know I’m yours.” He answers smugly. I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling.
“Subtle, Blake. Very subtle.” I tease.
“I’ve never claimed to be subtle,” he replies, completely serious. That… is unfortunately very true. I shake my head, laughing under my breath, and let him
pull me along again. The sound echoes softly through the vault, lighter than anything that’s been here before. I probably look ridiculous. Completely over
the top. Like I walked straight out of some kind of royal procession dress up. But right now? I don’t care. Because my hand is in his. Because he’s looking at
me like I’m the most important thing in his world. Because I FEEL like the most important thing in the world. And because somehow, despite everything,
fear, fights, mistakes, all of it, we found our way here. To this. Blake glances back at me as we reach the door, that same rare, open smile still lingering on
his face. I squeeze his hand, warmth spreading through me. He’s happier than I’ve ever seen him. And somehow, so am I.
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no deff not, im still waiting on his mum and dad to kidnap her
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