Page 6 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Dolyn

M y backside stung with a luscious burn, but I wanted to snort at the man’s insistence he ought to be called my master.

Crack !

Another hit landed on my lower thighs, and I groaned, the power of his swings weakening my human form and loosening my tensed muscles.

While sceneing with Elijah, I’d never had issues keeping my beast’s voice and natural inclinations to submit shackled up tight. I had always been in charge of our responses so I could control the outcome, something Father had taught me to do.

But this dominant called to my dragon, and the beast prowled beneath my skin with ravenous hunger, desperate to consume my human half. He fought for freedom the second my Sir for the evening had stepped into the private room one of his employees had shown me to.

Please .

An echo rather than a shriek broke through the muzzle, and I clenched my eyes shut, my mouth repeating the word aloud.

I didn’t beg.

Ever.

But the deep impact, the thumps that reached beneath the surface of my skin were more intense than anything I had experienced beneath Elijah’s hand.

Vanni DiLoreto, self-proclaimed Master and owner of this club, gave me exactly what I craved.

Hyperaware of his movements, I sensed and tracked his arm drawing back.

Crack !

“Fuck,” I groaned, shuddering as my cock bucked, hitting my belly. A lone droplet of pre-cum dripped to the floor.

Beta .

I clenched my jaw to keep the beast’s whispered word off my lips.

The pain, while exquisite, hadn’t yet reached the pinnacle I’d sought this Dom out for, the consuming, mind-numbing agony that would shut down my senses.

But I couldn’t allow myself to go that far, which I feared would release the beast inside me.

My inner dragon continued to yank against his restraints, his pleadings for dominance over my human side whispering through my brain, but I wouldn’t give over completely.

Couldn’t.

Elijah might have stupidly shared a conscience with his beast and made decisions as one, but I chose to remain in charge so I could influence all outcomes, exactly as Father had taught me.

Every time Vanni checked in with me, I moaned an easy “green.” I lusted to have his hands on me, his fingers in my ass, palm coaxing my balls to release while rubbing that magic spot inside me.

My backside burned, every hit atop already bruised and stinging skin clouding my mind further as my body chased release without touch.

Need .

I ignored the inner whisper, concerned yet unable to be bothered he’d somehow removed his muzzle. While I’d never managed to come without a hand on my shaft, the tingling in my spine indicated I wouldn’t be able to stop my reaction to the loveliest pain I’d ever endured.

More .

“More,” I repeated my beast’s pleading, and Vanni finally hit me like he meant it. “Fuck!” I hollered, limbs jerking in their restraints even though I had no wish to escape.

“Color, Dolyn?” Vanni demanded in his smooth-as-whiskey voice that caused another droplet to well at my slit.

“Green—please… Sir ,” I whined, too far gone in desire to care I sounded weak.

“You’re doing so well for me, boy,” Vanni murmured, his words like a soothing balm to my stinging skin, sweet as ambrosia on my tongue.

I whimpered at the words of praise I had been desperate for in my strive for perfection throughout my life. Nothing gave me more pleasure than knowing I pleased?—

Another hit to my thighs cut off the thought, and I silently thanked my Sir for keeping me from spiraling deep into my shame.

Vanni didn’t hold back but crisscrossed slashes over my ass and thighs in what would be the most brutal beating I’d ever taken. I lamented the fact my dragonblood wouldn’t allow bruising to remain into the next day to remind me of the pleasure I’d been gifted.

I trembled in my bonds, my inner dragon slashing at my will, shrieking and begging me to fully give in.

There would be no true submission on our part.

Ever.

“No,” I whispered at my beast, barely audible, but Vanni heard.

He immediately ceased striking me.

“Don’t—please don’t stop.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, shaking my head as tremors rippled through me. “I need more,” I begged.

A low growl, reminiscent of a true Blood Born, sounded from behind me, causing my cock to jolt again.

I moaned, goose bumps shivering over my skin.

Another hit landed lower than the rest, and I pressed back, widening my thighs as far as I could. Cool air slid over my desperate hole, and I shook my head against the desire to be penetrated with a single thrust that would send me over the edge.

I had no words left in my mind, no ability to speak what I lusted for, but I bit my tongue until the tang of metal coated my mouth to keep from asking for what only Elijah had ever been allowed.

Vanni smacked the tip of his cane against my exposed pucker with the perfect amount of sting, ripping all thoughts of anyone or anything but him and his delightful torture from my mind.

“Again,” I gasped, and he gave me what I needed—but harder, with a sharp snap of his wrist.

Cum erupted up through my shaft, and I roared as white light flashed behind my eyes. Spunk continued to spurt from my body, a consuming release like I’d never experienced before.

I’d come completely untouched.

Yessss .

I groaned in agreement with my dragon, holding tight to my control over him as I shuddered with every pulse of seed through my shaft. Couldn’t slip into subspace and be vulnerable to a beast who lusted to kneel for a master.

A grunt sounded behind me as I sagged against the bench, and I turned my weary head, blinking and panting as Vanni jerked himself off.

His cock was perfect in length and girth, and even though the man had made me drain my balls without a single caress, my hole fluttered with want to feel him buried deep inside my guts.

“Fuck,” Vanni muttered as though he considered the same, his focus on my ass.

“Come for me,” I gasped, still out of breath but needing this to end before I caved to my beast’s baser desire to be owned.

A deep groan rose past Vanni’s lips, his eyes closing, veins popping along his forearm as he stroked over his length. His first wave of spunk shot five feet from his slit, a milky rope that had to be a few weeks’ worth of cum.

I ignored his massive load, choosing to watch my Sir’s face as he painted the floor with stripes of white.

His dark eyebrows furrowed as though he was in pain, full lips parted as he struggled to fill his lungs.

A flush coated his cheekbones above his neatly clipped beard, a slight sheen of sweat worked into the long strands of hair hanging around his face.

Muscled as though he spent hours every day in the gym, Vanni made leathers look good.

His prominent pecs and abs that humans fought hard for were also covered in sweat.

I allowed myself a few seconds to imagine licking over every indent of his torso, tasting his salt. Licking his cum?—

No , I mouthed the word rather than give it tone, refusing to interrupt Vanni’s prolonged release.

The man was gorgeous, no question, and upon first laying eyes on him, I’d been tempted to do away with the two limits I’d listed for the evening.

But I was saving myself for my fated female and beta.

No one would touch me but those destined for me, nor would any other male’s cum slicken my lips or coat my tongue.

Vanni finished, and I slumped in relief of having escaped temptation, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the tingles settling through my limbs.

As a dominant, I expected Vanni would feel cheated by not attending to aftercare as he did with others who submitted to his hand, but my no-touch limit still stood firm.

I heard him zipper up, curse, then chuckle.

“Never came so hard or so much in my life,” he muttered before walking around the room, every shift of his leathers keeping me aware of his presence. “Drink.”

I pried my eyes open to find a bottle of water in front of me and didn’t hesitate to obey Vanni’s command as he tipped it to my lips. A few pulls emptied the bottle.

“Good boy,” he murmured, and for one heartbeat, I yearned to feel his hand stroking over my sweaty hair.

Another bite to my tongue stopped me from asking for the type of affection Father would consider needy. A weakness that led to ruination.

Both of which he’d claimed of his beta mate.

Vanni crouched down beside my head, and I met his mossy-green gaze. Yellowish star bursts radiated from his pupils, creating the most gorgeous eyes I’d ever seen the like of.

Except for my female, of course. Her beauty was unrivaled.

But I anxiously awaited finally standing before my beta and seeing in person the brilliant green orbs I’d caught sight of in Dakota’s vision. I couldn’t imagine my beta being any more beautiful or enticing than this human male kneeling before me, but he must be.

“Okay?” Vanni asked, his voice rasped as though he’d been the one crying out during our scene.

My inner beast stretched too close to the surface of my skin, and having regained some of my strength, I took the opportunity to shove him back into the prison where his weak ass belonged.

“I’m fine,” I rumbled my reply, growing antsy over being tied down. “Unbuckle me.”

Vanni didn’t speak while releasing me from my bonds, and I pushed upright, swaying on unsteady legs. He reached for me, but I held up my hand to keep him at bay.

“I’m fine ,” I insisted as my dragonblood warmed, the ability to heal faster than mere humans pumping through my arteries.

He glanced down over me, gaze lingering on my flaccid cock. “I won’t argue that fact.”

His flirting caught me off guard, and I fucking smiled. Flashed my teeth at a mere human for making me feel good.

My inner beast purred and settled in his prison at the deepest reaches of me, tail curling around his body, a huffed exhale emptying his lungs.

Alpha .

Ignoring his whisper, I erased the smile from my mouth.