Draco X Reader Novels & Stories

They lingered on the carving on her torso. Seeing that word ‘mine’ again goaded Draco. He wanted to touch it so badly. With a mountain of effort, he held himself back. No touching, he told himself. His eyes drifted past her belly button to the patch of soft dark hair on her groin. He loved how sexy she looked. Draco felt his cock rising, brushing over the fly of his breeches. He hungered to bring it out, clutch it before her, and wank it while she watched. Fuck! He moaned inwardly, steeling his spine. No touching, he reminded himself again.

I rest my head in the crook of his neck like a baby, and Drax carried me inside the building. As we reach the living room, he drops me on my feet, and we stare into each other’s eyes for a long minute. Drax raises his hand and caresses my cheek. I leaned forward and give him a short, wet kiss. We pause for a moment, gazing into each other’s soul, then we draw closer and suck each other’s lips off. Drax nibbles on my upper lip, while I played with his lower lip. we kiss for a long time, then I feel his boner below my ass. I purr into his mouth.

Her words and the bold front she tried to put up made the man in front of her give a wicked sinful smile and squatting in front of her he spoke. "I'M DRACO, XANDER'S FATHER. WELCOME TO HELL" TBC Don't forget to like and comment.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, barely. "Keep going." "Are you scared?" he asked, proving yet again he could read me like a book. It wasn't fear, though—it was shock, horror, helplessness, all wrapped in a giant, awful bow. If Hayden hadn't told me, I never would've guessed such darkness simmered under what seemed like an ordinary world. I shifted, resting my head against his chest. He pulled me closer. "Xander came to DracoLux pretending to scout talent. Officially, he's just a 'male model', but behind the scenes? He's handpicking people."

“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.”

He never expected to be still bonded with both mates. ***** This is just a brief excerpt of what to expect in the next book, The book will follow Drax and his mates as they try to balance love, kids, working together, and a few obstacles along the way and self-doubt. Drax was conflicted about his sexuality for a long time which caused a lot of tension in the beginning. New characters will be introduced, and some familiar favorites from the last book. New villains will arise and test their loyalty and love for each other. Please follow the new drama, some old drama, more killings and power-hungry people who never learn they really can't win, and some sex scenes

I nodded in agreement. Elena then shifted her attention to me, her gaze scrutinizing. "How are you holding up, Drake?" she asked, catching my distant expression. I was jolted back from my thoughts. I met her eyes. "I'm alright, Elena. I'm just trying to anticipate what's coming." Elena sighed. "Drake, I can read your thoughts, you know. So, you've encountered the son of Xac, the dragon villain who's been looking for you."

*** A sensation was created in the country on this day. The news flooded all channels one by one. “According to a source of information from Southrive’s Swallowston, War Legate Draco’s whereabouts have been found. More than a hundred thousand people in Swallowston have currently surrounded One Jewel Road and are begging for War Legate Draco to leave retirement.” Novemton News reported, “War Legate Draco has been found. His real identity is the son of Swallowston’s Paraiso Group founder, Henry Xander. His mother’s name is Rue Blanchet and his younger sister is Adaline Xander.”

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Jet-black hair slicked ruthlessly, running gear black minimalist clinging lean predator build, scarred jaw, set determination quiet. He matched pace, silent blocks, obsidian eyes side-glance assessing, breath even controlled—no words, just presence invasive, intimate. Sweat gleamed on porcelain skin, dragon tattoo peeking from the collar flash as he accelerated subtly, forcing my burn higher. Tension simmered air-thick, no touch—proximity stalking electric, his smoky citrus weaving my exhales, power imbalance humming under skin without a graze.