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he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

Draco. Two naked males lay on the bed, their bodies coiled together like that of a serpent. The one beneath had his legs spread wide, allowing Draco to thrust into him. Draco’s pores were filled with sweat that dribbled down from his temple onto Edrand’s face. The male savored it. He loved everything that had to do with Draco. His Draco. Edrand propped up a bit and stole a kiss from Draco, a moan building at the back of his throat. Upon release, it vibrated on Draco’s chest.

“Besides, I didn’t like the way she spoke of you. If you never learned how to ride horses, it’s not entirely your fault. It’s their incapacity to let you experience everything they let Felicity experience.” If I woke up today knowing I love Draco, at this moment, I knew that I would never love anyone as much as him. He might be a villain to someone else, but not for me. He would always be my hero and the victim of a cruel game that fate played on us. I wish I could tell him everything. And I wish he would believe me. What chance do I have when they have proof of a bond between them while all I have is my word? —-----------------

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

Zelda I could practically feel my burning up, and nothing I did helped with the pain. Why did my body feel like I was dying or something? Fuck I was in so much pain and would do anything to make it stop. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the door open up and Drake walked in. He had a pained expression on his face. "Drake, what is happening to me?" I asked as he took a seat on the chair in front of me, watching me with guarded eyes

Emma hadn't had a chance to respond yet when Draco's complexion turned pale, as if he realized he had crossed a specific boundary. Emma's movement paused, her deep black eyes stopping on Draco's figure, her gaze freezing in a blink. Just when he thought she would reject him, he found the anxious and tense demeanor of the youth unexpectedly endearing. Unable to resist, she reached out and gently stroked his head. His black hair felt soft and tender. Suddenly, Draco caught her hand, lifting his dark eyes to look at her. His voice was warm, and his gaze was pleading. "Can I wait until the rain stops before I go back?"

Wraya assured. Beside us walked Draco, who wasn’t at the best of his moods right now. It took us a lot of assuring to get him to come with us but the angry alpha who might have as well gone feral was strictly against the idea, provided he even threatened that he could just find Xenia by himself and he didn’t need any one of us but after Wraya’s single lie of telling Draco that he witnessed a released dragon twice the size of him, shook the cores of the alpha who at the end gave up his façade of looking strong and had to join us with his vexed personality.

Roland tried to reason with Draco. When Draco hears about Nyra losing her life, he snarled at Roland. Roland flinched but stood his ground. "Drake, you need to snap out of your pain. You need to protect Nyra. She needs your help now. She needs a healer, Drake. You need to take control. Draco is not understanding what we are trying to tell him. But you do. I know you can hear my words. You need to save your mate and now your wife" Mason pleaded with Drake.

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

I turned and flipped it over and over. Draco walked towards me with speed, seeing me fidgeting. " Where... Where did the words go? Draco... " I turned the book from cover to cover. " What happened? Let me see! " Draco took the book from me. He took did the exact same thing that I did. " It's blank! Empty! Does it have some kind of trickery? " He was shaking it like a hand fan, probably expecting the 'words' to tumble down if they were hidden.