Timeless Dramione Ao3 Novels & Stories

‘Before you boys leave Draknar, tell him I want to meet him in my office at sundown,’ I mildink all three of my mates. ‘You were right,’ Ace replies with a moan. ‘And he’s insatiable, but so is Dylan.’ Dylan has been almost as horny and needy as he is when he’s pregnant lately. His Lycan side has been extra feral in bed with Ace and Malleus. ‘As soon as I’m done breeding Ace and watching Mal fuck Damien while Damien sucks Tobias’s dick and Draknar fucks Tobias, we’ll tell him and come home,’ Dylan moans through the link. They have been at it off and on for over eighteen hours.

Jasmine too screamed and turned her frustrated gaze to Draco “YOU BELONG WITH ME JASMINE…” Draco growled on her “ONLY I CAN TOUCH…. ONLY I CAN KISS YOU…. AND… ONLY I CAN FUCK YOU JASMINE… EACH AND EVERY INCH OF YOU BODY BELONGS TO ME…. NO MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD CAN PART YOU FROM ME….. AND WHOEVER DARES TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME…. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES….. EVEN IF HE IS YOUR KING…. HE WILL DIE FROM MY HANDS…. GET THIS THING STARIGHT IN YOUR MIND JASMINE…. YOU ARE MY MATE…. ONLY MINE..” Draco commanded with fierce fire burning in his eyes… simultaneously Jasmine felt her dagger Rune which was encircled with a dragon around it in spiral on her chest glowing bright

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

ELARA'S POV Dawn slips quietly into our chamber, golden light stretching across silk sheets. For a moment, I forget the world beyond the doors. I forget the court, the chaos, the looming war. All I know is the warmth beside me. Dravon lies half-awake, his arm draped across my waist. His skin feels like fire against mine, steady and grounding. When his lashes lift, his blue eyes meet mine and something in my chest flutters. “You’re awake early,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

“So I waited. I watched you grow. Watched you walk through the pack with your head held high. Watched you smile at others but never at me.” Something sick crawled up my throat. “I dreamed about you,” Darein said softly. “Every night. Dreamed about making you mine. Breaking that stubborn spirit. Turning you into my perfect, obedient Luna.” “You are disgusting,” I growled. The words came out mangled from my wolf mouth but he understood. “Maybe,” Darein shrugged. “But I am honest. Unlike HIM.” He nodded at Aiden, still trapped in Melissa’s draining spell. “You think he loves you?” Darein sneered. “He barely knows you. You were just a one night mistake to him. A drunk girl in a dark room. Nothin

His icy blue eyes were wide with a profound, suffocating agony, blood leaking from his ears as his sovereign identity was shredded page by page. ​He’s grounding the entire corruption to keep the archive from tracking me, Elara realized, a cold wave of psychic grief slamming through her dual-alignment. If Jasmine completes that final partition loop while he’s caught in the valves, the original Damon dies, and a permanent, compliant copy will take his place in the history books. ​"Damon! Burn the line!" she screamed down the thread, her white hair flaring with a desperate, localized heat that turned the vacuum around her face into a halo of burning plasma.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

he told Damon. Ryden spent the day watching movies with Damon. If it was the original soul, he would've been bored and impatient. But this Ryden spent most of his past life watching TV and movies, and playing video games, considering he was nineteen when he died. At some point, while watching their tenth movie, Ryden was spooning with Damon and their legs intertwined, making himself speechless because Damon was shameless and only said he was watching movies as a chance to molest Ryden.

“...She told me she was ready to be taken. She wanted to know when you could fit that into your schedule. Drake again raised one eyebrow. He was a little surprised, to be honest. Why wouldn’t she want to stay away from him as long as possible? She couldn’t help but remember the first time he tried to claim her. She had been scared and cried. What the hell? Her petite body lay on the bed with her eyes closed and long hair flowing around her like a crown. Did he scare her that much? “Within 48 hours.” As Dillon answered, Drake, looked at him. “Anything else for me, Beta?” He knew that was all he wanted to talk about for the night. “No, Alpha. Please excuse me.” Drake waved his hand to tell Dil

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu