Page 31 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Ashley

W armth and the most alluring, musky scent of male surrounded me. Lingering traces of sweetness coated my mouth, making me hunger for more. Worse than the desire for coffee, my body craved…something I couldn’t quite place.

I blinked my eyes open, gaze falling from the white ceiling to a small balcony outside the slider—and the Tolzman Industries building beyond.

Dolyn.

Vanni.

Mates .

Arousal flooded through me as the evening before caught up to my sleep-addled brain. I bit my lip to keep my whimper contained while rubbing my hand along the hard cock clutched in my grip. I turned my head to take in the body facing mine.

Vanni stared at me, his mossy eyes clear of sleep and full of lust. He grabbed my wrists and rolled atop me, pinning my arms overhead with a single hand.

The head of his cock pressed against my soaked, aching pussy.

“You’ve been touching me in your sleep, naughty girl,” he claimed, reaching between us.

I arched on a gasp as he teased my opening by sliding his cockhead through my soaked folds.

“Moaning and whimpering your need for me.” He groaned the statement a breath away from my mouth.

“Yes.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

“And for Dolyn.” The rumbled tone, the desire Vanni had for Dolyn, washed over me, releasing a rush of wetness around the head of his cock.

“Need…” I licked my desert-like lips. “Need you. Him .”

“Inside you.” Vanni read my mind, gifting me a mere teaser of his thick length, turning my blood to burning flames as he notched inside me. “Filling your tight pussy at the same time.”

My eyelids fluttered shut at the delicious invasion, the stretching fullness as he eased in another inch.

“Ash.”

I blinked up at him, his concern flooding my heart with what felt a lot like love. He wanted words like I’d given him last night, but surely he could sense how I longed to give him everything. “Yes.”

He pushed forward, slowly filling me, allowing me all the time in the world to tell him to stop.

Never .

In full agreement with my friend, I lifted my hips until Vanni’s swollen cockhead rested against my womb.

His length jerked inside my body, and we both groaned our shared yearning.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered, and he gave me power over my hands so I could clutch at his shoulders, clutch him against me.

Planked on his elbows to keep his weight off me, he slid his fingers into my hair, cradling my head. “Ash…” Swallowing hard, he backed out, and I clenched around him, desperate to keep him inside me.

“Fuck.” Vanni slammed into me so hard I slid along the mattress. “Jesus, Ash—you’re so hot and tight on my dick.” He held my face against his hard chest and ground his hips against mine, hitting my clit just right.

I moaned, overwhelmed by a driving force I didn’t recognize. A deep craving far beyond a mere climax swept through my body, a need to be one, wrapped up in the two meant for me.

The energy flickering back and forth between Vanni and I allowed me glimpses of his desire for his beta, his lust to shoot his cum along with Dolyn’s deep inside me.

“Dolyn,” I groaned a plea for him as Vanni stabbed into me again.

“He’s gone.”

A wave of heartache slammed into me at Vanni’s declaration, his similar emotion amplifying my own. But the feelings didn’t keep him from fucking me or my body’s reaction to the torturous gyration of his hips.

Arousal, hot and thick, slid around his shaft, and I teetered on the edge, panting and moaning against his skin but unable to leave thoughts of Dolyn alone. He should be with us. In the bed, in our hearts—his emotions in our minds where they belonged.

“Where?” I gasped, fingernails digging into Vanni’s back as he thrust.

“Don’t—” he stabbed into me, dragging his cock slowly outward again “—know.” A deep growl vibrated his chest against my cheek as he slammed into me again.

“Fucker left.” In one swift move, Vanni sat on his haunches, bringing me along with him so I sat impaled atop his hard shaft.

“Not one single fucking word, no goodbye.”

He lifted me up and slammed me down onto him, cockhead jabbing my cervix.

Exquisite pain caused shudders to ripple along my spine, and I gasped at the heat rushing through my limbs.

“Going to beat his ass.”

Another deep-seated thrust jolted a cry past my panting lungs, and I grasped at his bulging shoulders.

“Cane him so he can’t walk for a week .”

Vanni’s fingers dug into my hips, and my head tipped back, eyelids fluttering closed as my climax tingled, hovering beyond reach.

“He will submit,” Vanni vowed, authority in his tone. “My beta, the link to our female.” He pinched my nipple without warning, and my body convulsed, darkness creeping at the edges of my mind as I climaxed around him, milking, demanding he give me his seed.

“Ash…” Buried deep, he squeezed me tight, heat erupting from him to coat my womb.

I clung to him as wave after wave of shared emotion shot into me with his cock jerking and spurting between spasms of my pussy.

He captured my mouth, rough and fierce, and I melted against him, zero resistance or trace of the past haunting my mind.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my mouth, but I felt he meant the words beyond just me. Renewed heartache from both of us over Dolyn’s absence made my eyes sting and throat thicken.

But Vanni’s cum tingled inside me like it had the night before, sending shivers of delight up through my belly—and making my mouth water for another taste of its sweetness.

As though reading my mind, he lifted me off his still hard length and sprawled back like a dark, deviant god, eyes glinting like green fire, his smirk sexy as hell. “Clean me with your tongue.”

Already drooling, I slid down his body, uncaring of the tang of my own cum mingled with the sweetness of his. I took him into my mouth, lapping and sucking every trace of his pleasure from his flesh, but like an addict, I needed more.

Vanni groaned and grabbed hold of my hair, tugging and thrusting. “Going to give you what you want, baby.”

I hummed around his girth as his cock buried deep in my throat without resistance.

“Fuck, yes.” He pulled my hair, lifting me off him.

I whimpered at the sting along my scalp, digging my fingernails into his thighs to fill my mouth with him, his scent, his taste.

He held me firm. “You’re so greedy for me.”

“Yes.” I couldn’t tear my gaze off his glistening cock, the long length bobbing, twitching as though lusting for me to consume what my taste buds craved.

“Be a good girl and take me deep. Suck me dry.”

Wetness gushed from me as he shoved my gaping mouth down over him. My throat opened with ease, accepting every inch. Cum erupted down my esophagus, Vanni’s hoarse shout causing my body to climax without a single touch between my thighs.

I drank every drop with greedy swallows but still hungered for more upon falling lax between his thighs.

Gentle fingers carded through my hair, soothing the sting away as we rested in our shared release.

Vanni and I snuggled on Dolyn’s couch, the glass wall in front of us overlooking Tolzman Industries.

I told him everything Dolyn had shared with me and filled Vanni in on my conversation with Elijah as I’d promised to do.

My lover didn’t argue who and what Elijah had claimed we were—alpha, beta, and female.

Three fated mates with the ability to continue an almost extinct bloodline.

Truth rooted in our bones, our strengthening connection assuring we both believed the unthinkable had become reality.

A deep ache lay in my breast, quiet whimpers of longing whispering through my head. I felt as though a piece of me was missing. So far gone beyond my reaches that my eyes stung.

Why had Dolyn left us, and where had he gone? The space between us seemed like a crater, its distance unfathomable, completely cutting his energy off from my mind and body.

“He’s running scared,” Vanni said as though hearing the question in my head.

I didn’t argue with his assumption because it felt right.

“I sensed his conflicting desire to submit the first time we met, and even then, I could tell he’d rather have been anywhere but strapped to my spanking bench.”

Arousal slid through my veins, and I swallowed hard. “When was that?”

“A few days before you finally let me touch you. He came into my club, desperate for pain, and I’m wondering now if fate led him to me. Like you did, I sensed something was off with him. Conflicting desires didn’t allow him to submit fully.”

“Did he allow you to touch him?”

“No. It wasn’t until he attempted to rip me away from you that our skin came into contact. That connection is what had unsettled me and sent me running from my office.”

I sighed, running my fingers over his hard pec.

“Even now, I can still sense him in the back of my head.”

“I can’t,” I murmured, my throat tightening.

Vanni tightened his hold on me. “Text Elijah. Maybe he’ll know where the bastard’s gone.”

I didn’t question Vanni’s order but grabbed my cell off the coffee table and did as told. We both hurt, and only Dolyn’s presence would right what was wrong. Sighing, I snuggled back against Vanni’s hard chest again, phone clutched to my abdomen.

He soothed his hand over my bare arm, awakening goose bumps and need between my thighs.

Neither of us made mention of the continuous arousal between us, its presence more of a comfort than demand to fuck in the moment.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and I closed my eyes, pained yet thankful beyond belief for where we were.

What we’d found together—and the possibility of an even better future.

“Did he come untouched from the pain?” I whispered, mind stuck on what Vanni dominating Dolyn would look like—sexy. Hot. Beyond arousing. I shifted on Vanni’s lap, and he hissed, his cock thickening.