Dominant Harry And Submissive Draco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As expected, I watched the hurt in his eyes before it was replaced by pure fury. “I love you Lucia, and I always will. I don’t care what you think or what the Higher Powers are forcing you to think! You are mine and mine only,” he growled, turning into his daemon again. His daemon was incredibly sexy for a daemon and I was tempted to touch him. “Draco, you’re scaring me,” I lied. I wanted him to hold me. “I don’t care,” he lied right back. I wished then that I could tell him just how much I loved him, how I wanted to be with him, but I couldn’t.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

I thought maybe something was wrong with the amulet, this explains it. “Draco was clear that we are to wait,” the stupid chief witch jumps in. I hate her. She terrorized me when I was a nobody here. “Draco is your leader now?” I ask, intentionally getting her in trouble. Draco is the most powerful wizard. He is the leader of the north hemisphere. Arrogant and pure evil. My master does not get along with him. “I…I…” she trembles when master shots her a deadly stare. “I will get everyone ready,” she adds and runs off. Pathetic coward.

The gruesome scene made me shudder. Inside, Marina was unaware of what was happening. She called out weakly, "Darling, how is our baby? Is he adorable? Bring him to me." Her words pushed Horace over the edge. She'd played him for a fool. The Dragon King flicked his sleeve and left in a huff. Mortified, Horace grabbed his sword and charged into Marina's room. I followed, ready to block her if she tried to flee. The room stank of blood. Marina lay there, a skeletal husk, clinging to life.

“King Darius, I will deploy our men to search for Hazel.” Darius stood from his seat, hitting the arms of the chair as he did so. “Damn you, Xander.” “King Darius, you cannot push Hazel out just like that.” Xander said with fierce defiance in his eyes. “You dare spend time with my mate, and now you come to challenge me on my decision? You must be asking for trouble, you rascal! Now, go on your knees.” Darius spat, and I folded my lips, enjoying the drama unfolding because I could see Xander wasn’t going to kneel.

The young dragon lord’s heart shattered as he watched his mate’s agony unfold, her screams a haunting symphony of despair that reverberated through the very heavens. In a cruel twist of fate, her features shifted, morphing into those of Sylph, Mordecai’s own cherished mate. Fear gripped Mordecai’s soul as he witnessed a council member approach—not just any council member, but himself—with the dagger of shadows gleaming ominously in his grasp.

His scent invaded my senses but I simply hold his gaze defiantly, making sure he can see the hatred I have for him. Neither of us looks down and after a moment he tilts his head. “Do you not understand the meaning of submission?” he asks, his hand still fisted in my hair as he yanks me closer, making my elbow hit his chest. I hope that hurt, even a little. But he is unphased as he looks into my eyes as if he will get the answer he is searching for. “I don’t submit to anyone, Dragon King. No one.” I hiss. My gaze involuntarily dipping to his lips and I remember that kiss that I imagined the other night.

The walls were lined with rich tapestries and ornate furniture, and the air was filled with the scent of burning candles and incense. Draco was seated on a throne-like chair in the center of the room, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. I felt a twinge of fear but tried to keep my composure. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice steady. Draco's gaze flicked over my body, making me feel exposed. "I want you to understand your place, Natalie," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You are not here to be a warrior or to fight like a wild being. You are here to be my bride, to make your skin sweet and supple for me."

This was what she had wanted for a year. "Then you know how this goes darling, get on your knees," Draco ordered, and swiftly she obeyed. Angela wasn't home and wouldn't be home until evening, which meant he could finally get what he had dreamed of for a year now. Blair swallowed in anticipation as Draco undid the ropes to his sweatpants and dropped them. His cock jutted out in the open, causing her to gasp in shock. Seeing him so close up, he looked like a delicious popsicle that she wanted to lick all day.

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord Writer's P O V Anna was pulled into a room by Draco. "You said you could do anything, and I need you to satisfy me right now." Draco groaned, his voice filled with pure lust. Anna stared at him, a bit angry. She didn't want him, and she wanted Enzo. She will try to satisfy Enzo in every possible way she could. "H..how?" Anna asked, playing the innocent card. "Oh, I'm not in the mood bitch. Remember what you did the first day you got here? I need your pouty mouth on my dick right now!" Draco groaned.