Page 29 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Vanni

I dreamed of a golden dragon capturing my gaze—ensnaring me entirely—and he held me enthralled with his sheer size looming over me.

The energy emanating off him caught my breath.

His scales rippled like a bend of light beneath my hand, and he purred as though enjoying my petting as much as I did the heat beneath my touch.

Fear of such a beast should have made me sweat, quake in my dream—I definitely wasn’t awake. No such beast existed in real life.

I grabbed his lower jaw in both my hands and peered into his glowing gold eyes, the black slits of his pupils swirling with a darkness I recognized in myself.

Mine , a voice deep and full of conviction spoke inside my head.

“Mine,” I echoed out loud, peering into those arresting eyes of singeing sunlight and heat.

The dragon’s hot breath woofed over my face, scented with brimstone—and sex.

My cock hardened to stone in a mere heartbeat, and the beast growled as I stroked along the tiny scales beneath his jaw.

His great length trembled, and a sense of mistrust washed over me but not from my own mind or heart.

He and I were...connected. I felt his desire to be dominated, to be owned by a heavy hand.

Thoughts of a whip, a cane, spiked the arousal coating the cord between us.

I pressed my forehead to his snout, needing to climb inside his head and root out all his insecurities so I could lay them to rest.

Female moans caressed my ears, drawing me away from darkness around the beast, and I went willingly. Desire, potent as what I felt for the beast, led me toward light.

I blinked in the glow of a lamp atop the bed stand beside where I sprawled. The mattress, while soft, wasn’t mine.

My head fucking pounded , and my mouth tasted like the bottom of a trash can.

The bed shifted.

Soft warmth pressed against my side, and the scent of vanilla and burning embers wafted past my nose, making my aching cock throb.

“Fuck,” I rasped and grabbed hold of my junk. I still wore slacks.

Another feminine moan, more like a sigh slid over my ears, pulling my head toward my left.

Ashley slept curled up beside me.

A bulk of golden skin and muscle lay behind her.

Dolyn.

Pre-cum oozed from my slit, and cursing, I carefully shoved off my pants until I lay as naked as the two in the bed with me.

Talk about a dream come true.

And my head, while hurting like hell, was quiet. Fucking silence between my ears.

Had the whiskey cured me of that damned voice that had come to life on Friday night? I’d done nothing but drink since then to be rid of it.

I grimaced at the rancid taste in my mouth. No doubt, the rest of me smelled as bad as my breath. I remembered sitting at the bar around lunchtime, and here it was a solid twelve, if not more, hours later.

Darkness lay behind the pulled blinds, and a shift onto an elbow and a glance across Dolyn’s massive body revealed a clock on the far bed stand.

Two in the morning.

I lay back down and rubbed a hand over my gritty eyes. Goddamnit, I was going to be absolute shit for the next forty-eight hours from how much I had poisoned my liver. Heaving an exhale, I slid from the bed to find I wasn’t yet completely sober. We weren’t in a hotel either.

Dolyn’s place, most likely.

I staggered into a bathroom that looked vaguely familiar from earlier in the night. Emptying my bladder, I peered around, taking note of the marble flooring and walls, high-quality towels similar to mine, and the fancy-as-fuck sink. Took me awhile to figure the thing turned on by touch.

I washed my hands and used my finger to scrub my teeth with toothpaste I found in the vanity’s top drawer.

Feeling somewhat more human—I snorted a laugh at that one—I returned to the bedroom.

Ashley still curled up like a cute kitten. Dolyn cradled her backside, his arm now over her waist in a possessive hold. Dark and light, they were a perfect combination of everything I thought I would never want again.

A threesome.

My stomach should have churned, my flight instinct kicked in, sending me running in the opposite direction.

But a longing deep in my bones that I didn’t recognize or understand kept me rooted in place.

I didn’t question the sense of rightness easing through my chest that I rubbed without realizing.

Brow furrowed, I simply accepted the desire and life welling up inside me.

Dolyn’s mouth parted in sleep, his face relaxed for the first time since I’d set eyes on him in my club. The sight of him alone made my cock perk up, and I lazily stroked my hard-on that hadn’t relented. My gaze flicked between the two I wanted to be my lovers for who the fuck knew how long.

Forever?

I hadn’t thought a future outside my ex could exist.

Could I be vulnerable and open myself up fully to these two seemingly perfect submissives fate tempted me with?

Yessss .

The voice didn’t send me down a path of panic like it had before. Instead, I listened. Chose to accept this new part of me. While it didn’t speak again, an instinctive urge to join the sleeping beauties who lay on top of the bedding sent me into motion.

Cock hard, I lay in front of Ashley without touching her satiny skin. Even though she wasn’t conscious, I could still somewhat feel her inside my head. She seemed content and peaceful, her mind quiet with sleep.

Dolyn emanated a similar restfulness I’d never sensed in him before. Sleeping Dolyn was definitely my favorite—nah. Nope. I liked him sassy and stubborn, challenging my authority while secretly lusting to drop to his knees for me.

My shaft bucked against my belly, and I released a slow and steady hissed exhale.

I didn’t want to rouse either of them, but the urge to touch controlled my body. I traced over Ashley’s arched eyebrow, along her cheekbone, and over parted lips. A trickle of energy radiated between us but not nearly as potent as Friday night.

Fuck, did I want to lick over her mouth, taste her on my tongue.

She stirred, blinking violet eyes open until she focused on my face. Her pupils swelled.

“Hi,” I whispered as that hazy connection between us woke as well.

A quiet hum from her accompanied a rush of feelings through my fingertips lingering on her lower lip.

Sleeping definitely lessened the emotional connection because desire suddenly slid between us like a living, breathing entity, needy as fuck.

I shifted closer, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

Dolyn’s arm lay between us, and a brush of my stomach against his skin caused a current to rush through my body same as it had Friday night.

The three of us were physically connected.

The vision of burning green fire like a vortex around three writhing bodies flashed in my head again, and I groaned, my lust so great I had to close my eyes to keep from spilling my release all over the bed.

Ashley moaned as though my desire roused hers further, pressing against me.

Dolyn shifted, his arm caressing along my skin before disappearing, taking the awareness of him with the movement.

I jerked my eyelids up.

He’d rolled onto his back, still sleeping.

Ashley nestled right into me, shifting one slender leg atop mine and higher until smooth skin cradled my hip. “Touch me, Master.”

A gush of pre-cum erupted from my cock onto her leg, and I cursed, sliding my hand between us to her core. Slickness coated my fingers.

“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, inches from her face.

Pupils blown, she stared at me. “Make me yours, Vanni.” She swallowed hard. “Please.”

Groaning, I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, all thoughts of still being buzzed and headaches long gone. The scent of vanilla and sex swarmed me, the softness of her skin, the tight clench around my fingers as they sunk into her heat.

She. Was. Delicious.

A five-course meal I lusted to gorge myself on.

Never had I wanted a woman more. Even my ex hadn’t instilled this kind of yearning for physical connection, intimacy of not just body but mind and soul.

I licked into Ashley’s mouth, suckled on her tongue, and memorized the feel of her satiny flesh moving along mine as I finger fucked into her wet heat.

“More,” she whispered against my lips, grinding herself against my hand. “Need your cock in me. Please .”

Mine .

Fucking right, she was.

I pulled my fingers from her body and slid her closer until her slick pussy kissed the tip of my leaking cock.

Both of us moaned, and I exhaled heavily, pulling my head back enough that our gazes locked. “You’re sure you want this?”

Ashley hummed her agreement, her smile radiant. “More than anything.”

Still, I hesitated to slide into what I knew would be heaven on earth. Becoming one with her would break down barriers, demand vulnerability, and although I wished for nothing more than to worship this gorgeous woman, memories of devastating consequences stalled forward motion.

“Fuck her, Vanni.”

My gaze jerked beyond Ashley to find Dolyn watching, his eyes fire. I’d been so caught up in Ashley that I hadn’t realized the cord between him and I had awakened fully. Need vibrated off him in unrelenting waves, demanding yet filled with assurance of this being right.

I said I would never be bossed around by the man, but this was one command I couldn’t say no to even if I thought I should. Submitting myself to Dolyn’s desire, I held his gaze and flexed my ass, sinking into exquisite warmth.

Ashley clutched at me, moaning, and I tore my focus off Dolyn to watch her eyes as I pushed in fully, until our groins came together in a sticky mess.

A rush of adrenaline raced through me, spiking my pulse and drying my mouth. “I’m inside you, baby,” I whispered, the flow of what felt a lot like love swelling between us like a gentle, warm tide.

She shuddered but held my stare as I backed out and slid once more into exquisite torture.

“That’s it—be a good girl and stay with me,” I murmured, repeating the action, the sense of her spiraling backward toward the trauma in her mind snaking in like a disease.