Micro Draco Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

*Ember* We ended our conversation long after the sun rose. I sat back in my gaming chair and daydreamed about DracoK4u’s muscular physique, cold yet somehow warm blue eyes, and the intricate dragon tattoo I’d seen peeking over his shoulder. I wondered if it extended all the way across his back. I’d have to ask him to show me next time. The dragon clock on my desk smiled at me, a wooden dragon curled around a round-faced clock. I picked it up, running my hand over the warm wood as I thought about running my hands over DracoK4u’s chest.

Drank the left over juice on his table and then went back to sleep again. " Lady Liana! " his happy, excited voice startled me up from my dream. " yeah! " I stretched and yawned. " Here! How does it look?" He showed me an identity card. Draco's face was photo shopped into it. He looked like a Greek God. Flawless. The name read Drake Drakon. What the heck. "Why did you change his name? His name is Draco! " He looked at me with surprise. " Dragons have names as well? "

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

The man just confused me. “There are fire marks here.” Drake said, breaking our conversation before it even started. I looked at the men with a raised eyebrow before turning to face Drake who stood under the ink. He was careful not to touch it, but looking down at what he was referring to, I frowned when I saw what he meant. The name Konstantin was carved with fire.

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

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."

Deeper. León's breath caught at the sound of the voice in his head. “A tattoo?” Draco tilted his head, and a flicker of something like amusement crossed his features. He gestured again and waited. The choice hung in the air. The others had marked him with teeth and claws and seed. Draco was offering something permanent, something that would last beyond the aches and the bruises. León looked at the needle, then the ink before he looked into those silver eyes that held no pressure.