Dragon Age Solas Romance Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Isolde was a shaking mess as he moved to her spread legs. Draco groaned silently when he fixed his eyes on her pussy. Her wetness had spilled on the concrete slab, creamy. It taunted him. “Someone is wet already. Tell me do you have a kink for daggers?” “Monster!” She cursed him. Instead of inciting his anger, it goaded Draco. She bucked when his armor swept over her skin in his bid to lean between her spread legs. Draco smelled her, greedily gulping down her rich scent.

Ronan wavering for more than a minute was odd but finally, 'Here we go Axar. "I, Ronan Ver Solas, reject you, Zannicus Zer Zor-ester as my mate and Luna of this pack."

“Wait. Are you getting up? Do you need help getting to the restroom or something?” “I am getting ready to leave Silverfang,” Leslie responded. “You can’t. You haven’t fully recovered,” Solon said. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Leslie snapped. “Leslie, I’m just trying…” Solon started but Leslie interrupted him. “I, Leslie of Windpaw, reject you, Solon of Silverfang, as my fated mate!”

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, my sweet man, forgive me. I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't mean a lot to me. You do. You saved me. You fought for me, and you have protected me. Do not think for a second that I don't care about you," I said, and a smile ghosted over his lips. Resting my head on his chest, I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. "Under tonight's full moon, I, Solana Ellen Stone, accept you, Roman Stone, to be my partner and mate in this life and the lives after. May the moon goddess bear witness to my vow," I uttered and he sucked in a sharp breath, his arms tightening around me.

"Keep that possibility in mind, I thought about it too. As for Sansa, she keeps pestering me about you using magic to enslave Loras. I mean, I understand she is concerned but she is driving me insane. And with everything that is going on is this really the moment to start fighting about this too?" "Well, she is not entirely wrong, but there is no witchery in the middle. But an ancient form of magic." Astrid drops the bomb and Tamara looks at her confused. "I and Loras are mates. Souls destined for each other, connected through the essence of their being. It's something that the dragon riders from ancient times used to have. Loras had a suspicion and we checked... I'm sorry I didn't tell you

With the blood pounding in his head, Solomon captured Lucia’s lips, demanding entrance. Groaning, Lucia yielded, and Solomon’s tongue swept inside. His heart rate spiked and his head spun as an all-consuming fire raced through his veins. Desire uncurled and sank its talons into him. He wanted his hands on Lucia, and the damn clothes were in the way. Yet another reason to hate winter. The need for air broke them apart, and Solomon growled. “You smell like summer—my favorite season. I could eat you up.” Lucia moaned and bared her throat. The move made Solomon's veins throb with excitement. Lucia’s eyes drifted shut. Unable to resist such an invitation, Solomon nibbled up her throat, his fangs

At the Kingdom of Gold Valley, the Lycan Wedding of the Master Dragon and the First Lycan Princess already ended and two hearts that understand, accept, and love each other started to relish the magic of joy and peace in their hearts. “I love you wife; I never thought that I could be as happy as this. As a Dragon, I was born to fight and never to be conquered by love; but you conquered me; my love for you conquered my frigid warrior heart” Dareon said in a whispering manner as he moved closer to her in their soft, king-size bed. The Lycan Princess smiled as she caressed his face. “I love you more my warrior dragon, my mate, my love.” She then showered his face with little kisses until her li

"You truly are as romantic as your father Hakkon was with Queen Aslaugh, which is to say, you would slaughter a boar in front of me, dearest Turry, and give me its still beating heart – but come evenings of poetry, mead, and song, and you would blunder about like the oafish warrior princess that you are, stumbling over confessions of love and songs of paramours. Your singing is like a dying cat in heat, and the poetry you have tried to recite to me is truly atrocious. The feminine arts of courting are better left to your delicate little sister Yuri." "I am too a romantic!" I protested, nipping her nose with my unusually sharp teeth. She laughed to high Valhalla, so loud Wotan the Raven could

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)