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What can be considered a treasure?

Brandon was the largest dragon there was. His old scales alone could buy an entire country. But he did not have a treasure to speak of.

Just gold, glistering gems, and a homey cottage where he hid when the goings got tough.

One day, as he was collecting wild herbs, he found his treasure.

Beaten, with a slavery rune on him, barely alive.

Pan was not much, but to Brandon, he was a treasure.

A treasure fit for a dragon.

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The Dragon's Treasure (BL)

There were 1,001 reasons why that was the case.

For one, the man was pretty in a rugged way. Where Doran was just muscle and that was about it.

Bran-Bran had blue eyes. Eyes he had closed now, as Doran rode him with the insane abandon of someone who was getting even.

Bran-Bran had long, silky brown hair. Hair, Doran had freed from its braid and turned into a curtain around the dragon's face.

But most of all, Doran hated Bran-Bran for letting it happen. For succumbing to his heat like the weak fucker he was, and letting his love rival fuck first his bride, and then him.

"Darn you!" Doran came with gritted teeth. He didn't want anything but hatred for the man.

But Bran-Bran still knew how to move them. How to make them one.

Chapter 107: Doran