(Author's POV)
Dion was dragging Myra and Nora along, gripping both their hands in his as Elio was merely following them from behind quietly.
As for Dion, as a natural womanizer, he didn't loosen his grip on Myra's hand even for a second, but he very cleverly masked his intentions by holding Nora's hand as well. After all, he was an experienced campaigner in this field.
He smirked internally, as he held Myra's hands in his, feeling extremely pleasant and was pleased by himself. His skin was tingling and heating up from where Myra's and his hand clasped, he could feel a sensation through his palm.
Myra's hands were neither soft nor delicate or cushiony, but her mere touch was igniting a fire within Dion as well as his wolf, Drey. He wanted to have her, by hook or by crook. 'Who could resist my charm? She will be in my bed soon enough. Maybe tonight, who knows?'
