Page 37 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Ashley

A growl rumbled the chest pressed against my back at Vanni’s words, and the one squashing my breasts replied in similar fashion.

Mates .

Eyes still closed, I soaked in their warmth, their heady scents as my body rushed to life with heat and need.

While my limbs felt heavy and on the verge of sleep, I couldn’t ignore the sudden pulse between my thighs or the two thick cocks jutting into my leg.

I breathed deeply, hints of Vanni’s cologne clinging to the whiskered neck against my face. Dolyn pressed against my entire backside, his hand soothing over my hip, to my knee, and up again, his touch gentle and tender as always.

Wetness eased from my pussy, coating my lower lips, and I gyrated against the hard bodies cradling me.

Vanni grasped hold of my ass with a possessive grip. “See?” he said with a low chuckle, heating my core even more. “She doesn’t want to rest. Do you, baby?” He pushed my hair over my shoulder and scooted down to kiss my bared skin.

I tilted my head back, giving him better access to my neck as he rained open-mouthed kisses, nibbles, and licks leading toward my mouth.

My pussy pulsed with need—for both of them. “Please,” I whispered a second before Vanni claimed my lips.

We both groaned at the contact, pulling a similar noise from Dolyn, who continued to stroke my thigh.

“Damn you,” he growled, lifting my leg over his, spreading me wide. He buried his face in my hair and reached around my front to feather his fingertips along my bare pubic bone.

Whimpering against Vanni’s mouth, I tilted my hips forward, needing Dolyn’s touch lower. Vanni squeezed my ass cheek with the perfect sting that made my clit throb, and Dolyn’s wandering fingers trailed down over the hard nub, straight into my dripping core.

“Oh.” I tore my mouth from Vanni and clenched my eyes shut as Dolyn slid two fingers deep into me.

“See.” Vanni’s voice betrayed his smirk.

A war tugged through Dolyn, and while Vanni was sure of his position in our trio, Dolyn didn’t approve of what he felt was pushing me past my limits.

I longed for a more solid bond among us, one that would settle the tumbling emotions radiating from Dolyn’s troubled mind.

“I want you.” I forced my eyelids up and nearly gasped at the brilliant green of Vanni’s eyes, his adoration and desire for both of us swamping my mind.

Dolyn rubbed against the front of my inner walls with gentle strokes, and I moaned, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“Need you too,” I said, lifting my arm behind me to grasp at the back of his head.

“It’ll be too much, too soon,” he grumbled, sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy.

“No.” I spoke the word with a conviction I didn’t quite feel, but I wanted to try. “Please.”

Vanni shifted, rubbing his thick cock along my inner thigh, bumping and sliding along Dolyn’s hand.

Dolyn hissed.

Vanni chuckled. “Why fight what we both want?”

“Fuck you, Vanni,” Dolyn said.

“I suppose I could let you fuck me someday,” Vanni mused, thrusting along the route he’d sent his hard length seconds earlier. “If you’re a good boy.”

A shot of lust laced the energy connecting me to Dolyn, and I couldn’t help my smile. “Take me. Both of you,” I demanded.

With a groan, Dolyn slid his fingers from my pussy, and Vanni didn’t waste time replacing the head of his cock at my opening.

“Look at me, Ash.”

I peered into Master’s eyes as he pushed in, stretching me until fully seated against my womb. “G-God…”

“You’re so fucking wet. Tight.” He nudged in deeper against my cervix, pulling a gasp from my lips at the delicious ache.

“Go easy on her,” Dolyn grumbled.

“Want him in here with me, Ash?” Vanni stroked deep. “Or in your ass?”

“We cannot spill together against her womb.” Dolyn hissed, running the fingers he’d fucked me with over my pucker. Slick from my arousal, his rimming fingertips caused my breath to hitch with desire I never thought to experience.

“There,” I whispered, ready for the final step toward healing.

My innocence had been stolen in every way, and the hole Dolyn teased needed to be reclaimed as the others had already.

“Take my ass, Dolyn. Own it, help me reclaim that part of me. I—I need to make new memories to overshadow the others.”

A shudder rippled over Dolyn’s chest still pressed against my spine, but he didn’t mutter a peep.

“Let him in, baby,” Vanni murmured against my lips, his breath sweet and hot.

“Ashley.” Worry coated Dolyn’s voice and his mind.

“Please,” I whispered, turning my head to find his troubled eyes flaring with heat. “I want you. Need you inside me.”

He pressed his lips against mine, gently pushing past my tight ring.

I grunted and bore down, allowing his finger to slide in deep.

“Mmm.” Another smile coated Vanni’s murmur as he slowly fucked into my pussy.

“I can feel your finger through that thin membrane, boy. Yes,” he hissed as Dolyn stroked, a gush of warmth inside me letting me know Vanni leaked his usual unnatural—or perhaps normal—amount of pre-cum.

“Fuck.” He buried and groaned, cock bucking inside me.

“Use our arousal and stretch her good, beta.” He pulled out fully, and I whimpered at the loss as Dolyn worked Vanni’s cock a few times between my thighs, cockhead and knuckles brushing against my wet core.

Both hissed, their lust like flames over my skin. I burned from the inside out as we experienced arousal threefold.

Wet fingers returned to my asshole, and I bore down again, groaning as two breached me with ease. “Tingly,” I gasped as he pressed in deep with a complete lack of sting.

“Mmm,” Vanni hummed and slid back into my core, holding my head to his chest. “So sweet, baby. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

I whimpered as they both fucked into me, Dolyn’s scissoring fingers stretching me as Vanni continued to gently rock into my body.

Words weren’t necessary. I could feel their rising desire, the rush to push for release, their determination to make sure I remained comfortable and present.

Vanni snaked a hand between us, gliding fingertips over my clit.

“Need…” I panted, so close to coming that my eyelids squeezed shut, brow furrowed as I tried to keep from tipping over.

“Please, Dolyn.” I licked my dry lips. “I’m ready.”

He eased his fingers out of my ass at the same time Vanni pulled free from my pussy.

I whimpered again but tilted my hips back, already knowing Dolyn’s intent.

Gripping my waist, he thrust into the wetness Vanni had vacated.

“Yessss,” I hissed, the heat of his shaft sinking deep inside me causing my pulse to thrum.

“Wait for us, Ash.”

Eyes clenched shut, I nodded at my master’s command, shivering—trembling, half delirious.

Dolyn pulled out of my pussy, and the blunt head of his wet cockhead pressed to my pucker. “Breathe,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and ragged.

I did as told and bore down, allowing him to slide past my ring without resistance.

He growled, and I reached back to grab hold of his ass, digging my fingers into his hot, hard flesh to draw him closer.

“Please,” I whined, backing against him.

He sank in deep, Vanni’s pre-cum slicker than any lube, the tingling sensation a delicious addition of fuel for my simmering climax.

“Eyes on me.”

I jerked my eyelids up and held Vanni’s gaze. Fire burned in his green orbs, twice as brilliant as I’d ever seen. “Master.”

He notched into my pussy and thrust, the double stretch between my thighs unbearably sweet, a delicious sting that faded as fast as it struck.

“Oh, my God.” I moaned and panted, the desire in his focus as he filled me causing my heart to stutter.

Vanni wrapped his arms around me—as did Dolyn, and they clutched onto one another. Buried deep, they stilled, and the emotion swarming over me made my throat swell.

Alarm radiated from both of them.

“They’re happy tears,” I whispered.

“Let us love you, sweet female,” Dolyn crooned in my ear, nudging into my ass.

I bit my lip until the tang of blood hit my tongue. Dolyn claimed he would never hurt me, but I needed something more. Ached for the burn I’d expected, the breath-stealing sting of having my ass stuffed full.

“Give it to her.”

Dolyn grunted his hatred of being told what to do but pulled out a few inches and pushed back in.

My body shook although sweat broke out on my skin as I panted. “Again,” I whined the word, attempting to writhe between their arms of banded steel.

Vanni retreated to the crown, and as he sank back in, Dolyn backed away.

“Oh God.” I croaked as they took turns fucking into me—but it wasn’t enough.

“Pinch her clit, boy. Nice and hard.”

“No,” Dolyn stated through gritted teeth while sinking balls deep into my hole.

“Do it, or I’ll whip your ass raw.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Dolyn snapped.

“Please!” I cried out, loving their verbal banter and conflicting emotions but needing to come.

Dolyn nuzzled into my hair and slid a hand between Vanni’s stomach and mine, rubbing over my swollen clit.

“Harder. Please.” Shuddering, I scraped my teeth against Vanni’s pec.

“Now,” my master demanded.

Dolyn’s cock bucked in my ass as shame washed over him. “I’m sorry, my female.” He dug his fingernails into my throbbing nub, and Vanni stabbed deep against my cervix.

I screamed against his chest, clawing at his back as my body pulsed with clenching pulls, desperate to draw him deeper.

He and Dolyn slammed into me over and over, grunting like wild animals.

Fingers dug into my hip with the bruising pain I adored, and I soared higher, crying out and clenching around them both.

Dolyn buried deep in my ass and stilled. Heat erupted from his throbbing cockhead.

“Fuck. Yes.” Vanni stabbed into me twice more and erupted, a gush of his cum causing my insides to tighten.

A final pulse in my core milked him, my ring tight around Dolyn’s girth.