Page 42 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Vanni

T he cavern home had a strange effect on me. Like a shot of espresso and a handful of little blue pills, energy and the need to fuck had me on edge and hard in the old jeans I’d borrowed from Dolyn’s bureau.

Everything in this cavernous place was outdated, some things in a state of disrepair, but not a single cell in my body wished to return to the luxury of my life before meeting Dolyn.

The rock walls and ceilings, the scent of fire as though pulling from deep within the mountain, made me feel as though I’d found the home I’d always hoped for.

Home.

I nodded at the voice and instinctively led Ashley deeper into branching caves toward our missing mate, the slight hiss of the lantern and our breathing the only sounds.

Claustrophobia used to be an issue for me, but nothing about Dolyn’s lair caused me lightheadedness or led me to the verge of passing out.

Rather, the lack of breath and headiness affecting me came from levels of lust I’d never considered possible.

I needed to prove my worth to Dolyn, even though I didn’t truly feel I had to, and I had no fucking clue how to go about doing it. The man was a dragon shifter for fuck’s sake, far superior to any living creature. It was no wonder he fought the need to bond, to submit to an almost all-human alpha.

Couldn’t blame the man, or dragon, rather, but it fucking hurt to be shunned, thought of as less than. Not enough. His stance brought back that shit from my past I’d been trying to forget about now that I’d found something ten times better.

Ashley squeezed my hand as though knowing what bothered me. She, unlike Dolyn, was perfect. In every goddamn way.

Soft and submissive, a bit of sass and caring. Considerate and modest, a diamond amidst piles of coal, a treasure I would love forever.

Love.

I considered the word I never expected to say or feel for another woman, but the voice within me spoke truth.

I loved Ashley—I also loved Dolyn—and I needed to show them.

All I could do was to offer them what they desired, give them the power over my actions, and pray the results led to their complete submission.

While manipulation would have worked to get me what I wanted, my mates’ happiness and fulfillment would always come first to me.

Dolyn’s energy clashed with mine before the cave ahead of us illuminated.

Would he flee again or face us?

Considering his roused pain and the burning anger I swore singed my skin, I expected both.

I swallowed, my stomach tight as we came into view of the biggest, most kick-ass library I’d seen in my life. Rock, shelf, balcony, books, couches, soft lamp light?—

And Dolyn.

My gaze latched onto him the second I realized he sat on an old couch in the middle of the room.

All else fell away from my consciousness as he met my gaze, waves of pissiness and mistrust slamming into me—of me or his inner dragon, I couldn’t tell.

The darkness in me swelled, rising and billowing, expanding in my chest and mind, filling me with the need to conquer.

Zero doubt lay in me about my being alpha, and even though Dolyn could squash me like a damn bug beneath his heel, I didn’t physically fear him.

I didn’t worry for my safety or my position.

Beta .

“Beta.” The word left my mouth, a low rumble like the voice in my head.

He glared, and my cock swelled to the point of pain within a heartbeat.

I stalked toward him, gaze unwavering, steps sure.

He pushed to his feet, setting whatever he’d been reading aside, our focus still locked on the other.

I hadn’t realized I’d released my hold on Ashley—or the lantern—until I crowded up in Dolyn’s face, hands fisted at my sides, tension like a live wire, zapping over my skin. We stood almost nose to nose, shoulders nearly the same width, but his breadth—and strength—was so much more than mine.

Submit .

“Submit,” I echoed and smiled, allowing the lust I felt for him to shine in my eyes as his frown deepened.

He held still, unbending as always.

“I said submit, boy.”

The black of Dolyn’s pupil swirled, heightening my breath. “Make me.”

His growled words shivered over my skin, and my smile widened as I realized what he needed from me. “If that’ll ease your conscience,” I murmured, tearing my gaze off his arresting eyes to drink in the rest of his face—clenched jaw and lush mouth.

His strength wouldn’t be topped, but I knew a thing or two.

A quick sweep of my leg and grasp on his arms sent him to the floor with an oomph, his face on the rock, my knee in the small of his back, palms wrapped around his wrists.

Touching him had also opened up more of that cord between us, and I didn’t doubt his desire.

He trembled, and I leaned close to his ear.

“Is this the answer, Dolyn? Need me to take what I want since you’re too chicken shit to give it to me willingly? ”

“Fuck. You.” He pulled against my hold on his arms but without the full strength of his inner dragon.

I chuckled at his lackluster attempt to escape me. “Can you smell our female’s arousal? Can you taste how wet she is because I have you right where you belong?”

Dolyn groaned, his eyelids slamming shut.

“Fight me, Dolyn,” I whispered against his ear. “Make yourself believe you tried to withstand the draw to your alpha—your destiny.”

With a growl, he snapped his head back, smashing his skull into my cheekbone. My grip on his wrists loosened enough he flipped me off him, and I crashed into one of the couches with a grunt.

I guessed I’d gone a little too far with my taunting.

Ashley gasped, but I kept my focus on Dolyn as he stood to his full height, his cock hard in his jeans, wetness from pre-cum wetting the denim. “You want it, try to take it.”

His dick, his submission, his ass around my thrusting cock—I would have all three.

Yessss.

Our inner beasts hissed the lust I could feel like a tsunami rolling off Dolyn.

With a roar, I barreled forward, slamming into his stomach with my shoulder and sending us over the end of a couch and to the rock floor again.

He smashed a fist into my side, and I answered with a punch of my own.

Another snap of his head caught me in the chin, but I managed to stay atop him, our hard bodies pressing against each other.

We breathed heavily, stilling briefly as shared desire radiated between us. I flexed my ass, rubbing our denim-clad cocks together, and we both groaned.

Ashley’s moan behind us ratcheted my need up another notch and caused a gush of pre-cum to soak my jeans.

I worked a hand between us and squeezed Dolyn’s sizable girth, making his eyes roll back into his head. He didn’t fight me but dug his fingers into my forearm as if to keep me in place. He shivered beneath me, the skin contact a temptation he fought to overcome.

Primrose’s earlier words flickered through my memory, and rather than forcing him as Dolyn thought he wanted, I decided perhaps giving might work to set his mind free to accept what couldn’t be denied.

“Let me touch you.” I worked at the snap and zipper of his jeans, his hold on my arm tightening—but not yanking me away.

At the first brush of my fingers against his straining dick, Dolyn whimpered the most delicious sound I’d ever heard.

“Yours is the only cock I’ve held that wasn’t my own,” I told him, sliding my hand over his steel-like length.

Eyes closing, he thrust up through my fingers, his swollen head notching against my palm, wetting my skin with his slickness. “Fuck.”

“I want that more than anything,” I murmured, leaning close enough his panting breath caressed my lips, “but let me pleasure you this way right now.”

I shifted toward his groin, and he grabbed hold of my hair. “Don’t.”

His strangled word paused me halfway down his body, my chin resting on his hard as fuck abs. “Don’t what?”

He licked his lips, but kept his eyes clenched shut. “I…fuck.”

I stroked his cock, and he groaned, thrusting upward again. “Tell me you lust to have my mouth on you,” I said, unable to help myself.

“Fuck you.”

I released his cock and yanked his jeans below his shaft’s base, his balls still trapped inside the denim. “I’m going to suck you down, Dolyn. If you don’t want that, you know your safeword.”

He growled as a pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his bobbing length but didn’t speak.

“Dolyn—you have permission to fuck my mouth.” I hesitated the space of two heartbeats before flicking my tongue over his slit.

The sweetness of him exploded over my taste buds.

“Fucking hell ,” I groaned as raw hunger awakened deep in my guts.

I opened wide, and Dolyn yanked on my hair, shoving his cock into my throat until I gagged.

Yessss.

“Oh, God.” Ashley’s whimper only made me hotter, and I allowed Dolyn to use me, fuck my mouth, my throat, until tears ran down my cheeks.

Arousal far beyond the need to nut welled inside me like a never-ending spring of life, and the urge to bury inside him and douse his insides with my seed caused my sac to tighten.

I dug my fingers into his thighs and rubbed my aching shaft on the hard floor, groaning and moaning when he allowed me to breathe around his thick cock. Pre-cum continued to ooze from his slit, coating my tongue and making me lust for more.

I wanted it all—every goddamn spurt, every drop of cum his balls had to offer. Sweat broke out over my body as I humped the floor, Dolyn’s grunts and the wet sounds of Ashley finger-fucking herself drove me to the brink of explosion.

Scraping my teeth against Dolyn’s length as he withdrew sent curses past his lips and upped his pace.

Goddamn tears rolled down my face as he continued to gag me with every thrust.

Relax .

My throat opened at the crooning whisper, and I managed to swallow around Dolyn before he backed off the next time.

“Oh, fuck.” Dolyn’s whimper teetered me on the edge. “Can’t?—”

He buried deep in my throat, thick shots of cum jerking his dick against my tongue.

He was sweet. Tingly—and I nutted in my jeans, groaning around his cock, swallowing the gift he offered—and wanting more.

Ashley cried out from beside us, and fuck, how I wished she’d been sitting on his face where I could watch her come while he’d fucked my throat.

A mess smeared in my jeans, and I milked Dolyn dry, licking up his length, shoving the tip of my tongue into his hole in the hopes of one last taste of him.

His spunk was addictive—it was no wonder Ashley couldn’t keep her mouth off my dick.

“So sweet, such a good boy, giving me what I need.” I kissed the crown of his cock, up his abs, and pressed my weight completely on top of his hard body. “Kiss me.”

His eyelids slowly opened, and the love, the desire in his golden eyes slammed into me, catching my breath. “No.”

“That’s not your safeword.”

He glared.

I crushed my mouth against his. He bucked beneath me, biting and half-attempting to tear his head from my grasp on his ears, but I kissed him how he wanted me to, exactly as I felt through the strengthening bond between us.

He needed force, taking rather than sharing.

A hard nip to his lower lip opened his mouth to gasp, and I shoved my tongue deep inside, tasting him, trying to breathe his soul into my lungs, where he wouldn’t ever be able to escape me.

He groaned and turned pliant—but only for a few seconds.

I found myself on my back, my head ringing as I stared up at the ceiling high overhead.