Desire for my ex-lover had never owned me like this.
Thoughts of Dolyn banged through my chest, and I hated how I still hurt, how some part of me couldn’t seem to let him go. Grief over not knowing where his body rested, of not having closure, continued to haunt my mind.
But the memory and ache for him didn’t lessen my desire for what fate had put in front of me.
Stripping in the cold night didn’t affect the heated blood coursing through my veins either. I stuffed my shoes on top of the rumpled suit I’d worn all day, zippered the bag shut, clutched it in my hand, and threw myself off the building.
Shifting mid-fall came as easy as breathing, and a single flap of our wings sent us shooting upward into the sky. An approaching plane slipped past beneath us, mere feet from our talons and the tiny bag dangling from one claw.
The rush of the aircraft’s exhaust faded as we flapped twice more, sending us northward faster than any plane could fly.
Hurry.
Darkness coated the land beneath us, but we didn’t bother with enjoying the beauty of night flying. Our focus lay on the mountains in the north, every harsh flap of our wings rushing us closer to our destiny. What would take a human pilot over an hour was less than half that in dragon form.
We made almost no noise while touching down on the road outside of our garage, and I quickly shifted back, forcing my inner beast to give way to our human side that would fit through the door. Not bothering with pulling on clothes, I punched in the alarm code for the entrance off to the side of the garage’s stall door and let myself in. The Humvee and Audi sat untouched without a hint of my mates’ scents clinging to their exterior.
A few seconds later, I stood between the two doors a key code required to unlock.
Only a slight, lingering scent of Dakota remained in the hallway, sending a rush of blood to my cock. She hadn’t been down in that area of the cavern since I’d left, but Jon?
That curious man had been snooping. Not that I was surprised by the fact. He was as wary and careful as I tended to be.
My gaze swung to the door on my left, the room I had visited the day before deciding to head to New York. The room was coated in dust, unused for far too long. Something had propelled me to clean the cross I’d imagined strapping Jon onto, and I’d done so, unmoved by all other hazy memories from before when another had given himself to me but refused to submit how I’d dreamed of.
But Jon—he was fated to be mine.
Yesssss.
Take.
My shaft hard and aching, I keyed in the code and pushed the door in. A wave of Jon’s scent filled the room, and even though he had cleaned up after himself, the sweet muskiness of his cum hit my tongue, flooding my mouth with saliva.
A low growl, desperate and full of yearning rumbled in my chest.
As an alpha, I’d never desired to taste a man’s seed before, but Jon made me want in ways no one ever had.
Need.
My gaze snagged on the wall my dragon had ruined with fire, the rock melting and resolidifying in droplets that reminded me of the many tears I’d shed after Dolyn’s disappearance.
Not ours.
I grit my teeth, hating the lingering ache in my chest. Spinning away, I shut the door on my past and, brow furrowed, let myself into the tech room. I scanned over the screens lining the far wall.
Jon bent over deeply, rifling through the refrigerator, his bare backside and puckered hole on display, causing my mouth to water and another groan to my lips. I wanted to lick and suck. Plunder and own.
Yessss.
Dakota let herself into their bathroom—one room I didn’t install cameras in. The door closed behind her.
A war raged in my head and heart, instinct and reasoning clashing like I’d never experienced before.
Should I stay put until the following morning when I’d claimed I would be home or head upstairs and fill my eyes and lungs with the two drawing on my soul to mate? I wanted to fill them in every way imaginable.
Need—own.
My dragon thrashed against the bonds I attempted to control him with—but I still refused to take without consent as his instinctive nature demanded we do.