Merrill Dragon Age 2 Romance Novels & Stories

I ask and all the shadows leap upwards. “Draconem! Reversus est draco!” Myrka says and I put out the fire. They immediately collapse onto their knees before me, bowing low to the ground. Daerius slowly walks over to me, his face completely befuddled. “What did they say?” he asks, and my lip twitches. “They said ‘the dragon is back.’”

Not a fragile runt from a traitorous pack. "The Goddess dares mock me?!" Kael spat out bitterly, his hands gripping his hair. He looked at me, his face twisted in a terrifying mixture of raw, feral lust and intense, burning anger. "She ties my soul and my lineage to a weak, pathetic male?!" "Kael..." I whimpered involuntarily. The newly awakened mate bond was singing like liquid fire in my blood. The sudden physical distance between us felt like literal agony. My body was slick, burning, begging for his heavy weight. My inner wolf was crying out for its Alpha.

I rub my cheek along him and a rumble comes from him that sends all sorts of tingles through me. As I turn my head to the other side I see Dragus shifting into his dragon form just as big as Darian's but silver instead of gold, the same piercing eyes looking back at me, he moves slowly towards me just as cautious as Darian, when he reaches me, he does the same as his brother and runs his head along my other side with a rumble of his own. I wrap my body around him as he brings his head back. He gives me a toothy grin that I all but return.

The Cohen family was a noble house of the human race. To preserve our standing among humans and to secure even a trace of the dragon aura, the Cohens had always maintained a marriage alliance with the dragon clan. In my previous life, on the day my elder sister, Rhea Cohen, and I were to choose our husbands, the merfolk suddenly arrived with a token of betrothal, seeking my sister’s hand in marriage. Rhea, however, fell in love at first sight with a handsome and formidable river dragon, Ariz Nithe. She cried and made a scene, insisting on marrying him. Father had no choice but to marry me off to the merman, Loire Hurley.

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

“It’s called love, bro,” he smirks. “Passionate, never-ending love.” His game is chaos with a six-pack. But it’s smooth. And sweet. And judging by the admiration in Mel’s eyes, she’s trying to hide, it’s working. “Oh, hell,” Logan groans. “I thought we were getting past your half-baked foreplay? You suck at flirting, bro.” I agree. With Damion. Even with the swollen ankles and the heat making her glow like a sweaty goddess, Mel looks gorgeous. Glowy. Powerful. Like a fertility queen with a vendetta.

When Mirelle and Armand walked in, Armand had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. "We have an announcement," Armand said, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "Mirelle and I are courting." Mirelle tried to pull away, but Armand leaned down, his teeth brushing her ear as he whispered, "Keep walking, or I tell Kaelen the truth right now." BOOK 2 IS OUT- The Alpha’s Greatest Enemy: Return of the Bastard Luna 2

I needed a serious Sariel-rehab… The problem was, I couldn't just replace one drug with another. Speaking of the other potential drug, my relationship with Draven started to become strange. When I heard Ezra talking about the mate-bond, I pictured emotions, a lot of uncontrolled, wild, primal emotions. With Draven, the variety of emotions included one, not too refined but concrete: lust. Looking into Draven's eyes, I rarely saw warmth and caring. Perhaps it was a wolf thing or Alpha's thing, but it didn't seem like the magical mate-bond that I had used to hear about. Of course, I couldn't say that I didn't appreciate looking into the eyes of a hot-as-hell guy who had "I want to fuck you" wri

Two beautiful dragons were soaring in the sky. Golden and silver. Asfar and Storm. They raced and played biting each other and doing pirouettes in the sky looking so cosy and happy. Dorrin was always smooth with Mira, they never had fights, or challenges in the relationship. Always understanding, always knowing how to make things right Dorrin, not like me, sharp-edged and short-tempered. I reached the lake, shifted and just sat staring at the water.

“Hell, yeah. Prepare to lose pleasurably, Ellis.” “Back at ya, Grizzly.” The round began, and Merrick didn’t waste any time. His claws cut through my thong, and he kissed me. My back pressed into the couch as he brought me to the edge with his mouth so fast it should’ve been a crime. The pleasure in his scent, the desire, and pheromones, and thrill, and pure wanting, had my head spinning. My legs wrapped around his head, and I fought against the orgasm I wanted badly. I forced my eyes to focus on the TV screen, though my mind went to town picturing what Merrick had to look like, on his knees in front of me.