Page 28 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Ashley

“ Y ou’re happy.” Dolyn kissed my hair and squeezed me tighter.

“Very.” I leaned back and looked him full in the face, needing to see the same joy radiating through what seemed like a tether between us. “So are you.”

“I am.”

The unspoken but lingered between us, something I swore we felt at the same time as we continued to stare at each other. I was bare from the waist down. He still had on all his clothing, but his pants were down around his knees.

And my bare ass sat on his warm, solid thighs, his soft cock nestled against my leg.

My inner friend’s purr filled my chest, but I heard another. From Dolyn? His lightheartedness matched mine in a sense of contentment I wanted to bask in like the summer sun.

“Are we… It’s like my mind is connected to yours,” I said, not as bothered as I should have been by the supernatural I’d found myself a part of.

“Our inner beasts can sense one another.” Dolyn brushed hair off my forehead before pressing his warm lips against my skin. “Coming together must have caused the beginnings of a bond.”

Awareness of his emotions lay in the back of my mind, as though swallowing his seed had somehow attached us together. I imagined the biting and claiming from the book I’d read over the weekend, and my body ached to be filled.

“How intense will it grow once we complete whatever the ritual is?” I asked, my voice unsteady with renewed arousal.

“Enough we won’t need to speak.”

“Damn.” I exhaled heavily. “There won’t be room for misunderstanding. No lying.”

“That is correct.”

I smiled. “I think I like that.”

Vanni shifted, emitting a heavy breath, and although I longed to look at him, to touch the bent leg near my hip, I couldn’t tear my gaze off Dolyn.

I opened my mouth to ask how we would bond, but desire radiated off him with an intensity that…hurt my heart. Like Elijah had said, I had a feeling Dolyn fought what he wanted, what part of him longed for.

His yearning to submit to Vanni made my backside tingle in memory of my master’s hand, however, a sense of distrust slithered into my mind. Was that the part of Dolyn Elijah had told me about? It almost felt like…he warred with his deeper desires.

Alpha.

Beta.

My friend whispered in my head, and I found myself wondering over Dolyn’s claim about his station among us that night in Vanni’s office. I doubted Vanni would submit. That hazy connection to Dolyn assured me one half of him had zero intentions of giving up complete control.

But Dolyn and Vanni’s relationship would have to be worked out between the two of them.

I decided not to question or probe too deeply into his unrest like I wanted to. All would be made known the day we properly bonded. “Kiss me,” I demanded instead.

He obliged, and I found myself falling all over again, his gentleness—and my body’s response to it—making me realize Dolyn had definitely helped bring more healing to my life. Tears slid down my cheeks, and expecting he might feel a little of what I did, I waited for him to pull away.

Instead, he worshiped me with his mouth, tasting my dampened skin with open-mouthed kisses down my throat, sitting me up straight so he could finish undressing me. He stared at my small breasts once they were bared to him, his thumbs feathering over my nipples.

My breath caught.

“Can I taste you here?” His tone suggested he was entranced, like I was perfection in his eyes.

“Please.” I grasped his head as he dipped to take one of my aching nubs into his mouth. He nibbled, and pulses shot between my thighs. “Dolyn.” I whispered his name, my head tipping back.

He cupped my sex, and I shifted, needy as hell. He slid two fingers into me and suckled on my nipple at the same time with deep, coaxing pulls.

Whimpering, I grabbed at his hair. “I’m gonna come again,” I half-choked on the words, laughter and a sob of astonishment and complete joy mixing inside my throat.

“Mmm.” He hummed, crooked his fingertips inside me, and I cried out, my core clenching, desperate to keep a part of him inside me. Shudders rippled through me, but Dolyn held me firm, cradling me until I settled.

I blinked, my eyes and mind sleepy from pleasure as I peered up at him. “This is brand new, and I’m scared as hell about what I’m feeling, but I’m falling in love with you, Dolyn Kemmerly.”

A soft smile made his eyes glow—and my pussy squeezed around his fingers again. He stroked me twice through the wetness. “I’ve already fallen, Ashley O’Connor.”

“Will you get naked with me?” I asked, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I want your skin against mine.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and lay me down beside Vanni.

I rolled to my side, my back against my master’s warm body, hands beneath my cheek as I watched.

Dolyn took his time unbuttoning his shirt, his focus on my face as he stripped.

I’d expected arrogance, a knowing look in his eye, as he unveiled his god-like body to me.

He simply peered at me with adoration, the warm fuzzies in my belly tingling from our happiness like a rainbow swirling around us.

Smooth, hairless skin covered muscle and bone. His upper body appeared to be sculpted out of pure gold and hard as granite. A waterfall of muscle led down his core to his groin. His naked cock hung heavy between thick thighs.

Arousal attempted to wake me up, but a yawn cracked my jaw as my body settled deeper into the mattress.

Dolyn smiled while climbing onto the bed and fitting me against his chest. Regardless of his firm muscles, the warmth of his skin made me want to snuggle in closer. Deeper.

How had I gone without physical contact for so many years?

My throat tightened as I rubbed my face over his pec, the thrum of his heartbeat soothing to my ear.

We touched from shoulders to knees, and he slid one of his legs between mine as though feeling the same need as I did. “Is this all right?” he murmured against my hair, his breath hot enough shivers slid down my spine.

“More than,” I murmured, snuggling into his warmth. The scent of campfire and cedar filled my lungs, and I sighed as a sense of coming home swept over me.

“Sleep, my female.” Dolyn kissed my hair again, and I obeyed like the good girl Vanni always claimed me to be.