Mutually Beneficial Dramione Novels & Stories

He beamed upon settling his eyes on Edrand. “My lord,” Roga and the healer murmured, taking their leave. Edrand and Draco stared at each other for a moment before Edrand rushed into the lord’s arms, hugging him. Draco hesitantly spread his arms at Edrand’s back, patting him. “Thank you, my love,” Edrand asserted, speaking into the crook of Draco’s shoulder. “You were there for me, Lian. When I needed you the most.” They broke from the hug and Draco beamed. “It’s the much I can do,”

“Draco promised you to me.” I froze. My heart stumbled in its rhythm. “What?” Damien pushed to his feet, circling the table like a predator savoring the moment before the strike. His gaze locked on me, a cruel gleam lighting his eyes. “You heard me. He promised me you. When I struggled, when I clawed for power, when my people starved, Draco offered me a prize in exchange for my loyalty.” Disgust curdled in my gut. “A prize?” I spat. “You call me a prize?”

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

He grumbled and she chewed on her lower lip sheepishly. "I don't like how she wolves ogle you," She murmured softly and he went stiff when she licked his ear lobe deliberately. "I'm not going anywhere," He grumbled. "So am I," She pulled back winking at him and he felt his pants tighten. They danced for a while and then he stopped. He had to. If he kept dancing then he might end up taking her then and there. Draco saw his brother stepping out of the hall. He mind-linked Ezra who instantly came to stand closer to Fiona. Draco excuses himself as he steps out and follows his brother to the backyard.

At the pack grounds, the celebration was in full swing. Crystal towers of champagne shimmered under the chandeliers, and every face in the crowd beamed with celebratory joy. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, Draco stood beside Nanette, who held onto his arm, and looked every bit the proud Alpha. "I, Draco Pierce, swear upon my wolf soul that from this day forth, Nanette Chase shall be my only mate and Luna. "I will share with her my strength, my honor, and my life. She is my beloved, eternal, and sole."

he orders carefully lifting Raven into his arms like she’s made of the most fragile glass. Mighty, who had been staring at Carla with his mouth agape, jumps into action immediately. As they rush toward the exit, Draco can feel something completely different in his chest, a new warmth and connection that he knows is the life bond with Raven forming between them through her sacrifice.

"That is what partnership means. Mutual exploitation for mutual benefit. I use your power and status. You use my resources and protection. We both gain more together than we would separately." I looked at my grandmother. "What do you think?" "I think," she said carefully, "that strategic marriage has protected Silvermoon women before. Has given us space to grow strong under the shield of powerful mates. It is not ideal. But few things in life are ideal." I turned back to Dante. "And when I am strong enough to stand alone? When I no longer need your protection?" "Then we renegotiate. Or separate peacefully with agreed terms." He said it simply. "I am not asking for forever, Elena. I am asking

this was always a surprising thing for Jasmine as from her cousin sister and other women form Tallis kingdom she had heard that sex can lead to be tired in end however it was entirely opposite in her situation, Jasmine not just felt more energetic after having sex with Draco bust she even felt many physical improvement in her appearance… she seemed to have grown more beautiful than before also her strength had increased tremendously… Once they were done Jasmine and Draco both put on their clothes by that time it was almost time for their night meal, realizing this jasmine turned to Draco and said “I’ll go and start preparing our night meal!” “What are you making….?” Draco questioned Jasmine

“Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.” “Not happening,” Damien said immediately. But Draco just looked up at him, his big brown eyes impossibly earnest. “Please?” The word slipped through every wall he’d ever built. Elena’s breath caught again. She saw the hesitation in Damien’s face—the tug-of-war between instinct and something softer. And then, slowly, he stood. “Alright,” he muttered, resigned. “But only once.” Draco squealed and began jumping in a circle. Damien followed, awkward at first, his movements stiff and mechanical. But when Draco tripped mid-spin and Damien caught him, the man actually laughed—loudly, freely.

“I won’t warn you again, Draco…Call them off!” “They’re hungry,” Draco said simply. “And they smell a wounded wolf on the brink of death.” His eyes glanced lazily at Jason. “ Didn’t he betray you once? How poetic that you're still trying to protect him.” Damon growled at Draco again. “Enough of this madness, Draco.” “No,” Draco said calmly, almost pleasantly. “Enough was years ago. You used up every warning I had the day you threw me out like some broken mutt.” His arms spread again. “Now the roles have changed.”