Your Lips Feel Good

Morpheus laughed seeing him panic. "Calm down, Your Majesty. I did nothing of that sort...yet."

Draven ignored him and tenderly touched his mate's head.

The Divine Eagle continued, "But don't you think it's an interesting idea, for the two of us to share a mate, a single human becoming ours? Pity, she is sleeping simply because she ate too many Dragon Fire Fruits."

Draven gradually calmed down. He knew he could trust Morpheus' words as there was no reason he would hide it if Ember truly became his mate as well. For a moment, he regretted the decision of sending her with him, but somewhere inside him, he still trusted that old friend of his. The Morpheus he remembered was not a bad person but was just hurt to the extent of willingly embracing the path to destruction.