Novel & Cerita Draco Hot

ROOOAAAARRR Draco's body swayed and plunged into the lake containing the dragon potion. Draco turned into a human form and swam to the surface. He then crept up to the edge of the lake and rolled on the ground, soaking wet. “Astrid! He hurt Astrid!” Draco groaned with a very, very angry face. "Draco! Focus!” Zergenth's ordered. "How can I focus? He hurt Astrid! I can feel it. He made Astrid suffer," Draco said, shaking with anger.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.

“We can’t get a vein as what we have cannot pierce her skin. Beta Tomas has just informed us that she is a dragon. Unfortunately we don’t have any equipment that is able to be used on a dragon and I have to admit I don’t know what to do. At the moment it appears that she is asleep all her vitals are steady though her body temperature seems to be a bit low. Its lower than our normal body temperature and I am concerned about that as I would think dragon’s base temperature would be hotter than a were.” “Asleep,” Rook muttered latching onto that one word of the doctor’s diagnosis. “Of course, she used too much of her energy sending that witch back to the council headquarters. She’ll need heat to

Nova wasn’t dragonkin, she would never understand how I thought. “Grey,” I answered my phone. “It’s Rev. I’m at The Drake …” “Spit it out Rev, you only have a few more hours then all this shit lands in Luca’s lap,” I said. “McDaniel’s wife and brother is here,” he said. “I’m on my way.” I left the room just as Nova opened her mouth to say something and took the stairs two at a time. I grabbed my keys and spun out of the driveway as I headed to The Drake. I stopped at the back within fifteen minutes and walked inside.

"Thank you doctor. " Drake walks the doctor out and I head into the kitchen to make coffee. The door to the living room closes and I hear Drake's footsteps behind me. "Did you have a good night? " "Yes thank you and you? " He doesn't answer and considers my cup of coffee with a strange eye, then he walks behind the counter and sets a plate of fresh fruit down for me. I take some grapes and put them in my mouth, the juicy fruit then exploded under the force of my teeth. I close my eyes to let the flavor of the fruit fill my mouth. I take another fruit and I crack inside, the fruit is so juicy that the juice flows from my lips to my throat. When I open my eyes, I meet Drake's gaze on me. A str

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

I stop what I’m doing and walk to her face. “Did you just breathe fire, Cyryl?” ‘I told you it would be soon,’ she says proudly. Bynjym begins clucking at her and she lifts her face to his, crooning happily. “Did she hurt you, Bynjym?” I ask. ‘A dragon’s fire cannot hurt another dragon. We are immune, even if our riders are not,’ he says. “What about the hatchlings?” I ask, speaking out loud as I begin scratching another spot on Cyryl’s neck. Since she won’t allow anyone else to touch her accept Ryuki, the two of us divide our time scratching her flaking skin.

I always followed. He stood on the small back porch, took one long drag, but didn't exhale right away. He just held the smoke in, shoulders tense. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my forehead against the solid line of his back. He flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. After a moment, he exhaled with a visible tremor. "I love you," I whispered. He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs.