The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 691: A Dragon Tattoo

Just then, his mate stirred in her sleep. Alerted, Arlan gazed at her, wondering how she would react upon seeing him—her mate—after completing the bond. He was curious to see her reaction to the mark, but more importantly, to discover who she would wake up as—Oriana or Esmeray.

It didn’t matter to him, as he had accepted them both. However, if she was Esmeray, he was unsure how she would react, as they had never directly communicated. Her hair was still the shade of black, suggesting Esmeray.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her irises red, confirming to Arlan that it was Esmeray.

"Good morning," he said softly, wanting to catch her attention and make her aware of his presence.

She turned to look at him, her red eyes staring at him silently.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, knowing he would have to initiate the conversation. Seeing no threatening darkness in her eyes, he was reassured she was not the anger-filled demoness anymore.

She didn’t answer but continued to look at him silently. Arlan cautiously moved his hand to caress her cheek. She didn’t pull away, signaling that she recognized him.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked gently, aware of what his beast had done to her. "Esmeray?"

The sound of her name finally brought a change in her. She slowly turned to face him, surprising him. Just as his hand caressed her cheek, she moved her hand to his and gently caressed it, her lips moving only to say his name. "Arlan."

He felt his heart skip a beat, unsure of what exactly he felt. It wasn’t the first time she had called his name, but perhaps it was different because she was Esmeray.

Not knowing what to do, he stayed still as he watched her gaze shift to his left hand, which had stopped caressing her cheek. Her hand moved from his face, along his neck gently, making him swallow and still under her touch, feeling the traces of heat she left behind wherever she touched.

But there was a difference. It was not a touch meant to seduce him. Perhaps she was doing it for her own amusement. As her fingertips reached his bare shoulder and moved toward his elbow, something happened. His left hand, from his elbow to his wrist, began to be covered in spirals of darkness, and soon a strange design started to appear on it.

In surprise, Arlan watched the darkness fade away, only to have his eyes widen in astonishment. A golden dragon tattoo had appeared on his hand, spiraling beautifully from his elbow, with its long tail circling down to his wrist. Finally, he had a dragon tattoo—the one his mate had longed to see.

Arlan looked at Oriana—Esmeray. His Dragon had finally stopped being a jerk and had given his mate what she wished for, and he swore it was beautiful. It was a sign that his Dragon and his human side had finally surrendered to each other.

Esmeray’s fingers traced the gold dragon tattoo, her eyes unable to look away from it.

"Esmeray, would you like to see something as well?" he asked.

She looked at him and nodded.

He felt relieved that she was responsive and understood what he was saying. Arlan stepped out of the bed, his half-naked form covered only by a golden magical hide wrapped around his waist. He offered her his hand, and she accepted it.

He led her towards the huge mirror settle on the black stony stand and made her stand in front of it. She was naked entirely but she didn’t care.

Looking at enticing form in the mirror while standing behind her, he shifted her long hair behind her right shoulder, allowing her to see the tattoo on her neck. Her red eyes brighten up at the sight of it, letting him know she was more than just delighted to see it.

She took a step closer to the mirror to be able to see the tattoo closely, her hand moved up, her fingertips gently caressed the tattoo.

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Arlan heard another word from her. He wished to hear her more.

Admiring a tattoo for a while, she turned to face him, her gaze fixed at him.

He closed the distance between them, his fingers running across her tattoo, gently, "It’s indeed beautiful just like you are."

Staring into her eyes, her leaned his face closer to hers, his lips brushing over hers, "Beautiful," he praised her and captured her lisp into a slow and tender kiss.

She reciprocated in a kind, letting him know whether Esmeray or Oriana, both felt the same towards him.

After a short sweet kiss, he let go of her and asked, "Would like to go out with me?"

She nodded once more, as if she would do anything he would ask for.

He helped her into a simple dark robe hung in the chamber to cover her naked body. Leaving the chamber, they walked toward the rear of the residence where only Snowflake was left alone. The two dragons were nowhere in sight, but Arlan didn’t care. He was confident those two could take care of themselves.

Seeing Esmeray, Snowflake wagged her tail and approached her. Esmeray recognized her. Though she was in her demoness form, she retained all of Oriana’s memories. She petted and hugged Snowflake, feeling the comforting warmth from her. As the pet and master cuddled, a huge shadow covered the entire area, making Esmeray turn to look up while Snowflake shrank back in her place as if to sense a predator.

A massive gold Dragon stood behind her, seemingly waiting for her while it growled at Snowflake, who was stealing his mate’s attention. Snowflake, instinctively fearing the superior beast, slinked away from Esmeray. She was smart enough not to enrage a dragon and risk becoming a roasted wolf.

Satisfied, the Dragon turned to Esmeray, who seemed to understand what to do. She used her power, flew up into the air, and landed on the Dragon’s back, ready to enjoy the ride he was about to offer.