Draco Hot Novels & Stories

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”

"It went well. He believes in our cause. He thinks we really have a chance to change things for the better. He only has two concerns. The witches and the dragons will not stand for this. If we no longer buy the humans, then no one will want to be test subjects for the witches. Not to mention that the dragons use the humans as sex slaves. It is quite sickening." "I can understand their concern. Dragons haven't had a mate born in a long time. Sometimes they get lucky and a human gets pregnant. That doesn't happen often that is why they buy so many slaves in the hope to actually get one pregnant. The only problem is that only your true mate can produce a female offspring.No one wants to be a te

His hard cock pressed against my slick hole through his shorts, the thick length rubbing right where I was leaking the most. Draco carried me to his bed and dropped me on my back. He stripped his shirt off in one motion, revealing his broad, muscled chest still glistening with gym sweat. His shorts came down next, his massive cock springing free — thick, veiny, the head already leaking precum, the knot at the base starting to swell. I stared at it, my hole fluttering with a mix of fear and unwanted hunger. He climbed over me, his big body covering mine completely. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head while the other spread my legs wider.

Alpha king Draco sat before the large table working on piles of files, his face looked like that of the devil. He wasn't angry yet the aura that surrounded him was that of peril. No one dared to badge in the way Draven had done. No one dared to except they wanted their death. Alpha King Draco was hell himself whoever was going to dare him needed to have gone through the seven mountains of volcano. He was feared for a reason. “For someone who hadn't seen me in years and needs help shouldn't you crawl toward me?” Draco didn't look up. Of course, he knew his son was around, the moment he held the gate and asked permission to cross the border, he knew.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

“Hello you disgusting bitch I’ve got you now.” My eye brows go straight up. This isn’t a human hunter, this man is Fae. Short silver hair with spider web tattoos cover his arms. “You don’t look like any human witch hunter I’ve ever met.” I state the obvious as I inch closer to the edge of the cliff. Water waits to greet me. His smile is unsettling. “No, I’m not a human, my species is far better than yours or humans. I’m Draco and I’d like to make you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. Join me Witch of the woods and I’ll make your every desire come true.”

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.

Draco had a few singing dish on the strove. “Bacon, eggs, hotcakes, toast … as it were the hotcakes keep coming out wrong.” “Let me help,” she snickered. “I’m an master hotcake flipper.” “Hmm, what other superb aptitudes have I however to find in my mate,” he murmured, peering toward her suspiciously. She giggled. “You’d be surprised.” “Surprised that you’re multi-talented and magnificent in each way? Never.” Sydney truly snickered presently, getting him and pulling him in for another kiss. Draco come to over and flicked off the burners so nothing might capture fire, and at that point he pulled her into his arms.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Nigel reported. Draco’s face twisted in rage. “That bitch dares to sell what’s mine?! Where are they making the deal?!” “They’re meeting tonight on a private yacht, sir,” Nigel replied, a hint of panic in his voice. Draco was like a furious lion. “Give me the address! I’ll finish that damned woman myself!” he roared, jumping into his car and speeding off. Instinctively, Nigel rushed after Draco, who was already gone.