My Golden Dragon Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Was there a problem? I touched the scale of Collen, who hastily reacted when I petted his dragon head. "Don't shift yet, Collen. I might not see this golden dragon for a while!" I told my brother, and his yellow reptilian eyes flickered. "You are a wonderful golden dragon, but now, I want my baby brother back!"

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. You can trust me. In a few lessons, you’ll be able to take King Dong over there.” “King Dong?” “The super deluxe double-headed one,” he said and nodded at the giant dildo with a cock head on each end. “My boyfriend and I used to play with that one a lot. There was a time when we were both bottoms. Come to think of it, there was a time when everyone in the city was a bottom. It sure was difficult to find a top some nights.”

"I have a boyfriend whom I love very much." Draven went still. The change was so sudden that Azriel almost missed it. One moment, the Dragon had been lounging against the couch with that infuriating smile on his face. The next, every trace of amusement had vanished. "A boyfriend?" The words came out quietly. Too quietly. "Yes," Azriel said, suddenly wary of the way Draven was looking at him. "I just told you. I have a boyfriend." Heat rippled through the room. Azriel felt it first against his cheeks, then along the back of his neck. The air grew stifling, as though someone had shut every window and turned the entire room into an oven.

he teased, "why do you run so much? What if I can't catch you?" I laughed rolling in the grass happily. "And the mighty dragon can't catch a little wolf?" I teased him. He set the basket down and rolled me into the soft grass with me, soon he caught up with me and smiled at me with so much intensity before kissing me again. "Selene, you are the love of my life. I am a dragon, I don't know anything about mates, but I assure you, this heart belongs to you."

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.

This man is literally playing with my stuffed toys, his golden eyes find mine as he pops his head around the door. “My love you have wolves, unicorns, bears but no dragons” he pouts, making me laugh even harder. I snake my arms around his neck, leaning up and pecking his lips. “You are the only dragon I need” he watches me for a second before a huge grin spreads across his face. “Good answer” He taps my bottom, “Now lets get my two favourite girls bathed” I just nod and smile. I could definitely get used to this.

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

“My beast is begging for his mate, I can’t hold him back any longer.” Just the memory of taking my mate has me horny all over again. I guess my sister is right, I am a horny dragon. But I just can't help it. I love my little bird. I pull Phoebe loser to me and I breathe her in, and try to refocus one the point of this meeting. I'm normally really focused... unless my mate is sitting next to me, smelling so damn tempting!

For the seven years that my boyfriend, Jason Carpenter, has been suffering from an avoidant attachment disorder, he has never once initiated a conversation with me. It doesn't matter whether I'm discussing something major or trivial with him. His only responses to me are either "1", to mean that he agrees, or "2", to mean that he disagrees. Even when I hold up a pregnancy test showing two lines right in front of his face, he merely hums in a flat tone before turning around and heading off to work. My best friend, Stella Powell, once tried talking sense into me. She said, "A man like that is worse than an air conditioner. He doesn't care whether you're feeling hot or cold. What's even the

Searching my mind, and my heart, I looked through my relationship with the Dragon. My husband said, "My name is Thomas. I am a simple man for the most part, and I hope that you understand a little about what has happened. The dragon wed us last night. I too called the dragon at the Beltane fires, and asked for a mate. He brought me you." I looked at him and thought how on earth was it possible and what the hell was wrong with this entire thing. Then suddenly I went ahead to touch the man and the illusion dropped and I was back infront of the eyes of the dragon.