Page 39 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Vanni

A shley passed out, completely spent, but the cord between us assured me she hadn’t been hurt in any way. Similar exhaustion pulled at me, but after cleaning her up and biting back my chuckle at Dolyn’s attempt to pretend I wasn’t in the same room with him, I lay awake.

I didn’t doubt a goddamn thing about the three of us.

Being in the cavern-like home of Dolyn’s had at first confused me.

His scent everywhere, the pulsing energy of the mountain rippling through my bones…

I belonged there. With them. The cord among the three of us had strengthened from our coming together but not nearly enough for the voice inside me demanding completion.

I wondered what that might look like, and the vision of Dolyn being the bridge between me and Ashley once more filled my mind.

The thought to demand Dolyn burrow his cock between her thighs and spread his cheeks in offering to me roused my dick, and I slowly jacked myself while staring in the dark.

Dolyn had extinguished the lantern, and although I assumed pitch-black coated the bedroom, I found myself able to make out movement as he settled on his side facing us. A hint of gold glimmered, and I knew he peered at me, same as I fought to do with him.

“I’ve never wanted a man before,” I said, unable to stand the tense and hungry silence between us. “I’ve never taken a man before.”

Dolyn grunted but didn’t reply.

“Have you?”

“What?” he asked on a heavy sigh.

“Fucked a man or ever wanted to be fucked by one?”

“Yes, and yes.” He bit the words out as though annoyed, but all I sensed was lingering satisfaction and a hint of unease.

“Hmm.” I narrowed my gaze, searching for the outline of his face in the dark. “My mate has given the gift of his virginity to someone other than me.”

“Fuck off, Vanni.”

“I am,” I said with a lazy grin, gripping my dick harder, smearing the pre-cum beading at the head.

“Fuck.” Dolyn’s mutter widened my smile.

“Want a taste?” A few more muttered curses sounded in the darkness around us, Dolyn’s discomfort intensifying. “Something you need to tell me, boy?”

He growled.

“Unlike your granddaughter, I’m not a mind reader, so how about you fill me in on why you have such an aversion to my cum.”

“I don’t desire it.”

He lied, but I would get the truth out of him eventually. Tonight, I didn’t have enough brain cells or vigor to punish his ass as I’d promised myself I would do once we’d located him.

“Did you like having your ass filled?” I asked instead.

“Yes.” At least he hadn’t hesitated with that truth. An echo hissed through my ears, and I wondered if our beasts could communicate more clearly than our human halves could hear in our heads.

“You’ll like my cock in your ass ten times better,” I stated with absolute assurance, stroking to my base.

Dolyn snorted and rolled onto his back. “Cocky son of a bitch,” he grumbled to himself.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” My balls tightened, and I considered ordering him to finish me off. I peered in the darkness and could just make out the line of his wide shoulders to the dip of his waist. Need radiated off him like a heater, enticing and warm. “I can feel your desire for me, Dolyn.”

He huffed a breath.

“Don’t bother denying it. Your lust is potent and heady as fuck.”

“Blow your damned load and go to sleep already,” he stated sternly as though fed up, even as the scent of his arousal snuck up my nose.

I snickered and jerked harder, tugging upward and slamming my grip down to my base.

“What is it about you that turns me on so much, hmm, Dolyn?” I gathered more pre-cum oozing from my crown and thrust back up through my harsh grip, the sound of me fucking my fist wet and sloppy.

“Your tight, round ass looks like it could take a lot of cane marks before I shove so damn deep inside you lose your breath.”

Dolyn’s low groan pushed me over the edge, and I swore as ropes of cum shot up over my abs.

Three climaxes in a matter of an hour, but at least this final one wasn’t a gushing flood of spunk.

This awakened dragonblood thing was the shit though. I’d never come so much and so hard in all my years.

“Goddamn.” I gasped and milked the last spurts of cum from my dick. “Just the thought of fucking you tips me over the edge. Can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel when you finally give in and let me shove my dick up your tight pucker. Gonna make it hurt so good.”

He muttered a few more curses, and material landed on my chest. “Clean yourself and go to sleep,” he hissed at me even as I imagined his cock bucked and leaked for release.

Chuckling, I actually obeyed my beta’s command, and as I slipped into much needed rest, I realized I’d never been so happy in my life.

I woke to Ashley’s lips wrapped around my cock, same as every morning since sharing a bed at Dolyn’s suite back in New York. How many times had I shot my cum down her throat? She salivated for it. Begged, even while in the SUV from the airport to Jackson Hole.

With a groan, I grabbed hold of her head and held her still while fucking up into her lush mouth, jamming into her throat.

No admonishment of my roughness rose from the other side of the bed, and I glanced over. The lantern glowed softly from the bed stand, revealing Dolyn had gone.

His scent remained as did that awareness of his proximity, and I filled my lungs, longing and lust swelling through me, tightening my balls.

“Gonna come, baby. Fill up your belly like you’re lusting for.”

Ashley hummed with excitement, the scent of her arousal thickening in the air.

“Now.” I shot, groaning with each spurt she swallowed, lapping and sucking as though insatiable.

“So good,” she said with a sigh once I finished, kissing the tip of my softening dick. One last lick over the slit, and she crawled up my body, settling her sopping core against my groin. “I can’t get enough of you and your sweet, tingly cum.”

“Tingly?”

She nodded, her eyes full of amusement, a soft smile on her lips. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“It’s because he’s your alpha.”

I lifted my head as Ashley squeaked and rolled off me, pulling the sheet off me and up to her chin.

Primrose stood in the doorway I hadn’t realized had been left open. “His cum will prolong your human life, same as Dolyn’s will his once you’ve fully bonded.” She pointed at me, and a rush of hot arousal swelled my cock at the thought of tasting Dolyn.

“And that—” she motioned toward my still stiff cock I put a hand over, “is because you’re fated mates. You’ll fuck like animals long after humans would slump in exhaustion.”

“Excuse me, but who are you ?” Ashley asked, her voice small even as jealousy rippled from her.

“Primrose. Dolyn’s granddaughter.”

“Holy…” Ashley cleared her throat. “He never said anything about having a granddaughter.”

“Because he wasn’t aware of my existence until he showed up.”

“How long has it been since he’s been home?”

“A very long time.” Primrose stood in the doorway and went on to tell us both a bit of history I felt sure Dolyn would have preferred to share.

But Primrose, while full of knowledge, didn’t seem to have the best people skills.

She had no filter when talking about her other grandparents, the death of her mother, how she didn’t know her fathers, or that Dolyn had taught her the most glorious things by simply holding her hand.

“You’ve lived here all twenty-two years of your life?” I asked, taking in the threadbare robe around her shoulders that should have been tossed out the generation before.

“Yes.”

“Don’t get out much, do you?”

“No.” Her whispered answer revealed more than mere fact.

“Now that we’re here, you can leave,” I told her.

She blinked, her amber-like eyes glowing in the lantern’s low light.

“Vanni!” Ashley hissed, backhanding my chest.

“What? Primrose has been keeping this home in Dolyn’s absence, giving up her childhood and teenage years.” I shrugged. “She’s free to go experience everything she’s missed out on is all I’m saying.” I peered at Primrose to find tears welling in her eyes, but I got a sense she wasn’t upset with me.

“You understand exactly what I’m saying, don’t you? You can hear that inner…thing inside me echoing my human thoughts.”

She nodded and inhaled a deep breath. “Breakfast is in the kitchen. So is your beta. He’s grumpy.” Her gaze roamed over my nakedness, her head tilting to the side. “I would suggest fucking him.”

Ashley gasped, and I snapped my jaw shut.

“Make him submit and claim him.” Primrose continued as though her suggestion I own her grandfather’s ass hadn’t shocked us. “It’ll lessen the war in his mind that kept him—and me—up all night before your arrival.”

A lick of jealousy slithered through my stomach over her ability to know Dolyn’s beastly thoughts.

She shrugged. “I’m gifted.” Primrose turned and disappeared without another word.

“Let’s go eat,” Ash said, hopping off the bed as my mind reeled.

My stomach rumbled, but I yearned for something more than food.

I wanted that life-sustenance Primrose had spoken of. My mouth watered at the thought of Dolyn’s dick in my mouth, and I rolled off the bed, determined to ease the need inside me.

“Shower first,” I told Ashley, glancing toward the bathroom’s open door.

The sweet scent of her arousal hit my nose, stronger than I’d noticed before. Was it possible that as the cord between us tightened I’d become more aware of her?

Yessss.

The darkness whispered inside me, and as I grabbed hold of Ashley’s waist and pulled her up into my arms, her rush of desire—feelings of love—nearly buckled my knees.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, trying to read into the soul her purple-blue eyes revealed.

She brushed her lips across my mouth, her contentment and happiness swelling over me like waves. “Always.”

Now if only I could get Dolyn to think and feel the same, I told myself while carrying Ashley into the bathroom.