Dragons Mating Novels & Stories

I say as I take my seat once more. "Due to experiments in the facilities we now know what happens to dragons without their mate. If a dragon were to lose his mate, even before meeting them, they turn feral. If the bond is rejected and not nurtured, they turn feral. Apparently in some cases they become so feral, that nothing quenches it except the blood of their own" I say unable to meet his gaze.

He had a very large erection. “I must tell you a secret about dragon mating,” Drago said, and I nodded, not taking my eyes off his erection, fascinated by how hard it was. “We too mark our mates, in a similar way to how a wolf would, but we impregnate our venom. It is painful, though not that painful; however, it leaves a mark of my scales. It is a symbol of belonging. I hope that doesn't bother you...” “I have a crescent moon on my neck; I belong to a wolf. That's the least of it,” I said to Drago and smiled. “You will have my mark always; that's much more pleasing.”

We are dragons we don't purr, I had to scold myself again. "Verbal respond Kaiden" he says in a firm voice. "Yes I am" I answer rolling my eyes the nod meant the same thing. "What Mr. Ladon just did, what he thinks we are..." He says but then stops again lost for words. "Do you know what mates are Kaddy?" He asks. I nod first but he raises a brow at me. "It's when two dragons chose each other, they'll be called mates." I explain that's what I've learned so far.

I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've seen you in pain" When the pain fades completely, I sit up slowly, feeling puzzled. Something is missing, I can feel like it. Bringing my hand to my chest, I close my eyes, trying to understand what has just happened. 'I can't feel her' Orin, my dragon murmurs. 'What?' 'Our mate. I can't feel her anymore.' "Dash? Are you alright?" West asks.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Corey asked hopefully. “Absolutely! Their child would posses a powerful blend between dragon and phoenix. In fact, the rogue dragons may still want to find you if they know you two are together. They would not want you to produce a child, because they know that child would have great strength. You and your child would be in danger if you become pregnant,” Adelaide cautioned.

“Go on...” Dragon’s mark their mates different from the wolves or the other species. Every supernatural beings had their own way of marking their mate. Dragons do the first mark by a bite--like wolves-- and the second brand has to be made by the fire. That was what made the mating complete. “I mean, when you become my mate, you will have the ancient magic on your side, too... but-” I gulped. I hadn’t thought about that at all. “But without a dragon, without Nova, I couldn’t fully be your mate!” -----

' His dragon purred, and Ragnar's eyes flared as he imprinted her image deep into his psyche forever, 'I will never be parted from her now,' dragon warned, staking his claim with authority. "...got lost in the underground, but luckily for me, Giovanni Lupo saw me safely back to the surface." The intensity of his stare caused Charlotte to fidget with her hands. With a soft cry of dismay, she clasped them together to cease the trembling. Ragnar straightened to his full height, forcing the dragon into the background as the ancient tendrils of seduction released themselves from his pores, charging the atmosphere. Moving languidly from his position so as not to frighten his little mate, Ragnar ch

I said, rolling my eyes. "I am not wearing any?" She said seductively, using her body like only her knew how. It was like the argument never happened, and damn me for wanting to bend her on the table and fuck the frustration out. It was our dat to start the mating, and truthfully there was no rules against doing it anywhere, and I knew I was going to feel fucken weird fucking Rebecca in the mansion, when I know Euphoria was just ten feet away. I guess it is time to change the game plan, and start the mating season.

dropping my gaze down to my steel-tipped boots which glimmered against the warm yellow bathroom light, I added, "There's something else." "What do you mean there's something else?" Fear drenched her tone. Was she scared of being mated to me? Drawing in a large breath which inflated my chest, I admitted, "You have to let Orion touch you." "What?" The squeak in her voice forced my gaze to collide with her wide-eyed appalled disposition. "On the cliff, you weren't feeling the things you were only for me. Don't bother lying about it. You have to let him touch you—" "I can't be mated to two men. That's impossible. A fated mate bond only bonds two souls together."