Dragons Mate

Dragons Mate

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Don't let anyone ever fool you that mating is easy business and all soft kisses and cuddles. Because it's not! Especially if you're mating a breed of shifters whom are suppose to be extinct after the last Great War thousands of years ago. Say hello to my mates-yes-plural as in two ferocious, sinfully sexy, deadly, arrogant, beast who both have sexual drives that surpassed an alpha rabbit in heat! Damien and Axial, men not to be taken lightly and are deeply feared even by the high court are my mates. With more secrets shimmering in those identical golden eyes than there are stars in the night sky. Their mere presence is trouble impersonated. No wonder the king-their uncle- wants them dead. And I've somehow gotten myself mated to both brothers. How the hell did I get myself in this mess!? And wegmatches mates? They must have been sky diving off ogf the moon while intoxicated off dog crap because do they seriously expect me to be a mate to two giant mythical creatures when I don't even know the first thing about Dragons?! Well scratch that, there is two thing I know about Dragons. Twin male dragons to be precise. They are wild untamed beast who thrill off driving me bonkers and yet bring forth the wildest most untamed desire I never knew I possessed. They are beast. Wild ferocious beast! More accurate of what is expected when mating two arrogant Dragon's would be exhausting, confusing, and infuriating. And you better quickly learn that getting a dominant jerk of a male Dragon angry will lead to your house catching on fire 'accidentally' and some hard, pounding of two giant mates into you at supernatural speed later. Some mind blowing, carnal thrust after enraged thrust of knee buckling sex that guarantees at least a week of soreness and the impossibility to even blink much less move afterwards. DO NOT. EVER. MATE WITH DRAGON'S!

Summary

Don't let anyone ever fool you that mating is easy business and all soft kisses and cuddles. Because it's not!

Especially if you're mating a breed of shifters whom are suppose to be extinct after the last Great War thousands of years ago.

Say hello to my mates-yes-plural as in two ferocious, sinfully sexy, deadly, arrogant, beast who both have sexual drives that surpassed an alpha rabbit in heat!

Damien and Axial, men not to be taken lightly and are deeply feared even by the high court are my mates.

With more secrets shimmering in those identical golden eyes than there are stars in the night sky. Their mere presence is trouble impersonated. No wonder the king-their uncle- wants them dead.

And I've somehow gotten myself mated to both brothers. How the hell did I get myself in this mess!?

And wegmatches mates? They must have been sky diving off ogf the moon while intoxicated off dog crap because do they seriously expect me to be a mate to two giant mythical creatures when I don't even know the first thing about Dragons?!

Well scratch that, there is two thing I know about Dragons. Twin male dragons to be precise. They are wild untamed beast who thrill off driving me bonkers and yet bring forth the wildest most untamed desire I never knew I possessed.

They are beast. Wild ferocious beast!

More accurate of what is expected when mating two arrogant Dragon's would be exhausting, confusing, and infuriating.

And you better quickly learn that getting a dominant jerk of a male Dragon angry will lead to your house catching on fire 'accidentally' and some hard, pounding of two giant mates into you at supernatural speed later.

Some mind blowing, carnal thrust after enraged thrust of knee buckling sex that guarantees at least a week of soreness and the impossibility to even blink much less move afterwards.

DO NOT.

EVER.

MATE WITH DRAGON'S!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Dragons Mate

Author Chapter Note

Don't let anyone ever fool you that mating is easy business and all soft kisses and cuddles. Because it's not!<br /> <br /> Especially if you're mating a breed of shifters whom are suppose to be extinct after the last Great War thousands of years ago.<br /> <br /> Say hello to my mates-yes-plural as in two ferocious, sinfully sexy, deadly, arrogant, beast who both have sexual drives that surpassed an alpha rabbit in heat!<br /> <br /> Damien and Axial, men not to be taken lightly and are deeply feared even by the high court are my mates.<br /> <br /> With more secrets shimmering in those identical golden eyes than there are stars in the night sky. Their mere presence is trouble impersonated. No wonder the king-their uncle- wants them dead.<br /> <br /> And I've somehow gotten myself mated to both brothers. How the hell did I get myself in this mess!?<br /> <br /> And wegmatches mates? They must have been sky diving off ogf the moon while intoxicated off dog crap because do they seriously expect me to be a mate to two giant mythical creatures when I don't even know the first thing about Dragons?!<br /> <br /> Well scratch that, there is two thing I know about Dragons. Twin male dragons to be precise. They are wild untamed beast who thrill off driving me bonkers and yet bring forth the wildest most untamed desire I never knew I possessed.<br /> <br /> They are beast. Wild ferocious beast!<br /> <br /> More accurate of what is expected when mating two arrogant Dragon's would be exhausting, confusing, and infuriating.<br /> <br /> And you better quickly learn that getting a dominant jerk of a male Dragon angry will lead to your house catching on fire 'accidentally' and some hard, pounding of two giant mates into you at supernatural speed later.<br /> <br /> Some mind blowing, carnal thrust after enraged thrust of knee buckling sex that guarantees at least a week of soreness and the impossibility to even blink much less move afterwards.<br /> <br /> DO NOT.<br /> <br /> EVER.<br /> <br /> MATE WITH DRAGON'S!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 31, 2014

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Damien and Axiel

In life there are certain things that you just know when you face different situations.

You know you are in deep shit when you walk into your house and come face to face with your greatest nightmare. Three huge men in suits and shades-like the ones you find only on FBI agents- standing in your living room.

You also know you are drowning in a pile of elephant poop when it turns out these men are looking for you.

And you know you are going to rip your fathers esophagus out with your teeth, when you realize he has gambled you at one of his crazy gambling crap to some rich bloat.

Like a god dammed object!

Isn't human trafficking illegal? Because apparently according to the document just shoved in my face, I now belonged to some old, fat guy old enough to be my great grand father.

Okay so I don't know how old my new 'owner' is but anyone with a name like Alfrederic Maionios Drakos XVII has got to be beyond ninety. Or at least wearing overalls and hunched over his desk crunching numbers with an adding machine.

It didn't surprise me either that father would do something like this. In fact, the main reason my mother left us ten years ago was because of his not-so-little gambling problem. Even though he insisted he had it under control and it was a tiny problem.

And it was pretty clear after he gambled the millions he inherited from the family line in a matter of three days that he had a lot more than a 'tiny problem'. But I stayed when mom left (not like I had a choice). But as bad as it got with his drinking and gambling, it was better than mothers never ending line of male "friends".

What I hadn't expected was the fact he would do it so soon. It was two weeks since I moved in here from nana's after her funeral.

Currently two weeks, until my 18 birthday which will give me freedom from this nightmare.

Two. Fucking. Weeks.

Two weeks from the day I had been saving to leave this place and be independent. Not like I already wasn't looking after myself, but I could do it legally.

And he had to sell me to some guy who couldn't even come to get me himself. Three giant men did the work for him.

I turned sound glaring at my suppose father, whom was standing in the corner looking at his feet and anywhere but at me. The ass was avoiding me because he was guilty and he knew it.

"I hope you are happy. How could you do this to me?" I beaconed glaring with fist clenched at my sides.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously keeping his eyes down.

"We need the money Catherine. We havent had food or much of anything in this house for awhile. The yard is overgrown and that foreclosure sign in the yard and the pile of bills aren't going to take care of themselves. It was the best thing for the family-"

"Bullshit!" I spat feeling the rage explode within me. His little speech sounded as practiced as the ABC's. All those things he mentioned had been pilled up there since forever.

The bank didn't even bother about this big rot of a house anymore because it would coat more to fix this heap than to build a new decent home. And anyone leaving in this cheap-ass town knew nobody would dare buy a house in this neighborhood anyway no matter how new it was.

Fuçk. I had never been so angry in my life. Heck, I think that was the first time I have ever cursed at anyone, ever. Not to speak of my father.

"Dont use that tone with me young lady!" he growled eyes snapping up to meet mine. They were slightly red and the bags under his eyes said he had been drinking again.

"You are a disgrace just like your mother. Well guess what little girl? I wont take that trash from you. You will do what is best for this family and not complain about-"

"Family?! What family?! I'm your only daughter, damn you and you sell me off because you can't go a day without thinking about the next bet alongside a beer! Family my ass! All you care about is your next bottle and a jackpot that will never happen-!" A hand collided with the side of my face. Hard. It effectively shut me up as the blow had my head snapping to the side.

Something deep within me combusts and the shy tiny, 5ft 4 antisocial nerd in glasses evaporated. I was pissed. Beyond angry actually.

And within a moment as I tackled him down scratching and bitting. I was so mad I literally saw red. A part of me was freaking out at the fact I was actually fighting my father but the very clear fact that my freedom-the thing I'd worked for since I could remember, wad gone. Because of him. That thought had me clawing at him and bitting harder.

"Enough!" someone yelled behind me, but I couldn't care less. I wanted to claw his eyes out.

One of the three men ripped me off of him with a tight arm around my stomach and I was hauled over a broad should. I screamed profanities at my father.

He was still on the ground and in shock from my attack, his lip now cut and some painful looking bruises on his face.

He looked like he had just got attacked by a very pissed off scratching cat...with fist.

I didn't care. I wanted to claw the rest of that his ugly face off. I was seething and thrashing and screaming every damn curse I'd ever heard in my life. Even some that didn't make sense as I was effectively carried like a sac of flour out of the house.

What type of man sells their only family-only daughter?!

"You rot in hêll you self centered SOB!" I scream as the door slams shut behind me and I'm dragged out into the pouring rain.

The image of a pale face and shock in his eyes were the last thing I see before the door slammed close. Serves him right.

He had never seen me do anything but keep my chin tucked in my neck or stutter like an idiot. But the second those documents were shoved in front of me and I looked up to the pathetic cowering man I called father, something snapped.

As I'm placed into the waiting limousine-yeah, they came with a freakin limo- I let that anger burn within me. I let it cook and boil and grow. I let it ease into my veins and sink into my flesh.

Everyone I had ever trusted or let in had ended up betraying me in one way or the other. My mother left me when I was eight to run off to Hollywood with some freak.

My grandmother the one who raised me after my mother left died three weeks ago-leaving me here with that scum who didn't waste time to sell me off.

Ugh!

Never again.

Never would I be victimized and made to do shit for someones amusement or gain. Never would I let someone in only to have them throw me away later when I'm not needed. Intentionally like my mother leaving for her boy toy. Or not intentionally like nana dieing on me.

Humans were manipulative and impossible to trust or dependable. People would always leave. Some, -like my father- would use others for their own personal gain.

I was done.

No more shying in on myself and acting like someone is going to sweep in out of nowhere and cary me off to some BS fairytale. Reality was a cold hard place with cold hearted humans that judge and manipulate the weak.

My life was a fucking tragic story and apparently I just reached the worst part of it. But I wasn't going to be another stepping stone or another pathetic person that gets thrown away.

Wherever the hell I ended up I would survive. I had a new driving force. Rage. Full blown out anger at the world.

Part 2------>>>>>


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