Page 26 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Vanni

I ’d done pretty much nothing but drink since leaving Ashley with Dolyn in my office Friday night.

Turned out, whiskey slurred the voice deep inside me enough I could ignore it.

Him. Whatever the damned creature was inside me.

My sloshed brain couldn’t find a fuck to give over pronouns or trying to identify if I’d picked up some sort of parasite or spirit.

But the sole fault belonged to Dolyn.

I dreamed of beating him senseless then fucking him until both of us dropped from exhaustion.

I’d woken so damn hard Saturday morning I shot off at a mere brush of my fingertips over the soaked crown of my dick.

Throughout the day, unrelenting need haunted me.

No matter how drunk I got or how many times I jerked off, the semen came like a wave, a well that refused to dry.

Satisfaction, however, eluded me with every jetted spurt up over my hand and abs.

I wanted Ashley. Longed to be with her, beside her, breathing her in. Her quiet gentleness would soothe the demon in me, but she’d rested in Dolyn’s arms. Hadn’t made an effort to crawl from his lap for mine.

She’d chosen him over me, exactly as my ex had done.

Was tender loving care her thing now? Had the pain I’d gifted no longer hit the mark?

But I’d brought her to climax with my fingers. Hadn’t hurt her then, right?

“Last one. You’ve been sitting here since noon. I’m cutting you off.”

I blinked rapidly to focus on the bartender as he poured another shot into the glass I clutched. “Thanks,” I slurred.

Once he ambled off, I attempted to stare at my waving reflection in the mirror beyond the bottles lining the bar in front of me. My suit was a rumpled mess, tie loosened and askew… Had I worked today?

Was it Monday?

Where had Sunday gone?

I looked like an absolute mess, but at least I couldn’t feel shit.

Tipping back my last shot of whiskey didn’t burn my throat as it ought to, and I grinned at myself. My head swam in empty vastness. Zero tension clenched my guts and hitched my shoulders. Even my dick lay soft inside my slacks.

Perfectly numb, I chuckled to myself. My liver was going to hate me, but I didn’t care. At least silence finally settled in my head. All that vivid color shit making me see through walls had dissolved.

Blessed whiskey had deadened my senses?—

A hint of vanilla and cedar wafted past my nose.

“Fuck.” Eyes clenched shut, I cursed a few more times as my dick swelled. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I muttered at my lap and its obscene bulge. How long until I started leaking?

I needed to get laid, thrust my dick deep into the first willing, wet pussy I could find. An angry sea rolled inside me at the thought of anyone but Ashley—and Dolyn.

My memory teased me again with their combined scents, and I attempted to rub a hand over my nose to rid me of the hunger rousing inside me I wanted gone .

A shiver slid down my spine as awareness awakened in my liquor-muddled head.

Goddamnit—

A hard, heavy hand grasped my shoulder and squeezed, and I groaned at the scent of pre-cum flooding my nose.

His.

Hers.

Mine .

Growling, I turned to find Dolyn crowding my stool. Golden eyes full of lust caught and held my attention—or whatever brain cells weren’t drowning in alcohol. “The fuck you want?” I made a fumbling grab at the bulge between his thighs. “This?” I grinned as his jaw clenched.

His pissiness rolled over me, but I could barely feel it.

“Not here, not now.” Low and rumbling, his voice licked over my skin, causing a pulse of premature ejaculate to soak my boxer briefs.

“The fuck?” I muttered, glancing down to see if the wetness seeped through my pants.

“Come on.” Dolyn slid an arm beneath my shoulder, pulling me off the stool. Like a mountain, a steel beam, he handled my weight as I struggled to find my feet.

Ashley’s gasp had my head attempting to twist, my eyelids blinking to make out where she was.

My other side. My other half. Third?

Whatever.

Gorgeous violet eyes studied my face like I was a book loaded with text. Did she like my story? Could she sense my emotions like I had theirs on Friday night? Dark hair spilled over her shoulders and caressed the swell of her pert tits and tight nipples.

Drool flooded my mouth, and I snickered, struggling to find my feet so I didn’t lean so hard against Dolyn even though he felt delicious as fuck all up in my space.

Pink flushed Ashley’s face, and my nostrils flared as I sucked the scent of her arousal deep into my lungs.

“You’re so goddamned luscious, beautiful,” I declared, probably too fucking loud, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Can smell how much you want me. Him. Both of us.” I imagined, or tried to, rather, the three of us locked together, dick in ass and dick in pussy.

“Hmm. Yeah, a fuck train would work, wouldn’t it?

” A chuckle burst from me at the memory of how badly Dolyn had fought against the desire while sharing his fantasy with me on Friday night.

Otherworldly bull-fucking-shit.

Dolyn steered me away from Ashley, and I stumbled, grasping his arm holding me upright. Hard and unbreakable…

I snickered, knowing I could break him—I could break anyone.

“Where we going?” I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Ashley followed us out of the restaurant, my head lolling rather than moving as it ought to.

“My place.”

Fuck me, he smelled divine. I ran my nose along the warmth of his neck, groaning from another ooze of spunk in my pants. “Mmm. Gonna let me fuck your ass, boy?” I murmured against his ear. “I’m leaking so goddamned much I won’t need lube to push into your tight hole.”

“Shut the fuck up, Vanni,” Dolyn growled, hailing a cab. Or was he waving at the people across the busy street?

I lifted a hand at them too, grinning.

Blinking, I found myself squished between Dolyn and Ashley on the backseat of… I looked around, my vision swimming. Not a limo, that was for goddamned sure. Rancid onions overpowered the sweetness and brimstone of my mates.

Mates.

I barked a laugh even though the word made me think of Dolyn on all fours like a dog while I made him mine.

“Gonna fuck you, Dolyn,” I said, tipping my head back against the car seat as my eyelids slammed shut. “And you’re gonna like it—and beg for more.”

Ashley panted beside me, her arousal making my mouth water.

Or was the whiskey I’d downed all afternoon ready to erupt from my esophagus?

Dolyn simmered like a rage-filled tension rod on my other side. Fuck, did I want to break him.

Our female would watch and get off. Then we would love on her. Penetrate her together. Fill her. Flood her womb with our seed.

I groaned, grabbing hold of my leaking cock. “I’m soaked, and it’s all your fault. Fuck.”

Someone cleared their throat.

Swirling thoughts and feelings wove together in my head, and I couldn’t tell which were mine, if any of them. The memory of satiny, slick flesh, slick slid through my brain.

“Ashley?” I groaned, squeezing my junk.

“What?”

“You let me touch you when we scened.”

“Yes,” she whispered, and heat swelled inside my chest.

“I made you come so hard.” My words slurred, and I blinked into focus the hand I lifted. “Sucked your cream off my thumb.” I wiggled the digit. “You’re so sweet, Ash.”

“We can talk once you’re sober, Vanni.” Her attempt to sound bossy made my cock buck.

“Mmm.” I stroked myself lazily as we rolled, rolled, rolled along the road.

Dolyn grabbed my wrist. “Calm the fuck down,” he growled close to my ear. “We are not alone.”

“Don’t give a shit. Got an exhibition kink.” I grabbed my balls with my other hand and squeezed. “Touch me, Ash. Touch your master.”

“Vanni!”

I grinned at her hissed admonishment. “She has a backbone, Dolyn.” I tried to peel my eyelids open to look at her but only managed to flop my head to the side. “What a perfect angel you are. So soft. I’ve been craving to drink your sweet cum straight from between your thighs.”

Someone coughed, and the motion beneath me stopped.

I blinked but couldn’t make out shit through the watery colors in front of my face.

My feet swayed.

We took another ride.

Up, up, up.

“Weeeee!” I called out like a kid and laughed even though my stomach churned.

A grumble sounded on my right, a sigh on my left.

My stomach fucking flipped.

“Gonna be sick.” I tried to warn them—I think?

Fire raced up my throat, and I coughed and spat, cursing the day I was born, groaning over how my knees ached where I knelt on tile.

The scent of lemons and bleach burned my nose.

I wiggled my feet in my socks beneath my backside.

Had I lost my shoes?

Rubbing my forearm across my lips made me aware I no longer wore a shirt.

“Are you okay?” Ashley’s soft voice sounded behind me.

I blinked my eyes somewhat clear.

A bathroom surrounded me. White porcelain in front of me. Sink to the right.

The toilet flushed.

“Here.” A warm, wet cloth rubbed over my mouth. Fingers combed through my hair, causing my eyes to slide shut.

Comfort flooded through me at her gentle touch, and I sighed, leaning into her. I sensed her disappointment, but couldn’t tell if it was because of what I’d done or that I couldn’t fuck in my current state. At least, I didn’t think I could?

“I drank too much,” I muttered.

“Understatement,” Dolyn snipped from somewhere, his annoyance itching my fingers to grasp his neck and push him to his knees before me.

I chuckled, but Ashley’s fingertips slid down my whiskered cheek. Warmth flooded my chest. “I can feel you in here.” I tapped my sternum then temple, my skin still numb. “Fucking love it. Soft and gentle. Arousing as fuck.”

Dolyn yanked me upright, but my legs noodled beneath me. The heat of his hand on my bare arm burned like fire and caused my dick to flex in my pants. “Let’s get you in my bed.”

“Mmm,” I hummed my agreement, leaning against his hard body, wanting to stretch like a languid cat in the need rolling off him. “I turn you on.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, boy.” I grabbed his bulge and squeezed.

A strangled groan sounded against my ear. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

“Nope.” My grin widened, and he tossed me like I didn’t weight over two hundred pounds. Softness met my backside, and I fought to bring the beast towering over me into focus while sinking down, down, down. “You’re a fucking animal,” I mumbled.

“You have no idea.” His growl barely registered.

Darkness closed in on me before I could order Ashley or Dolyn to suck me off.