Page 117 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Dolyn,” I whispered, breaking the stillness among the four of us.
His gaze swung my way, and he didn’t bother hiding the disgust from his eyes. Darkness swirled in his pupils, same as I’d seen in Elijah while in the basement—the beast within.
Half-giddy over the reminder I lived a real-life fairytale, I considered pinching myself again but knew without doubt I would feel the pain if I did. “There are more of us than you believe.”
He scoffed, massive arms crossing over his chest, but I wasn’t interested in drinking in the sight of how his muscles popped in a show of strength. Façade, I realized, not confidence. The man hurt, suffered already, for the choice he’d made in abandoning Elijah. “And you know this how?”
“I—” I blew a breath from my lips. “I’m drawn to some people, like we connected in a past life or something. It’s like if I look long enough, focus harder, that I might see them—what and who they are inside.”
His lip curled as he glanced down over my body. “Elijah claims a ‘mere drop’ of dragonblood flows in your veins, and you believe that’s enough to give you one of the gifts of our kind?”
“Gifts?”
“Mythical abilities long before my parents’ time,” Elijah said, but his voice didn’t hold the disbelief Dolan’s did. His fist relaxed beneath my hold.
Me—us.
I blinked at the voice in my head, the soft words bringing clarity to my mind of what I truly was. I no longer had to submit myself to guilt, that the draw toward others in my heart was cheating in some way.
I held the power within myself to set us all free.
Something compelled me forward, and I released my grasp on both Elijah and Jon to skirt around my husband.
“What are you—” Jon’s question shut off at Elijah’s shushing him.
“Her choice, mon coeur.”
I glanced back at Elijah to find his eyes overflowing with love and pride for me stepping forward of my own volition. Heat rushed through me at the memory of warm scales rubbing between my thighs. “I dreamed of your true form countless times since touching you.”
“Then perhaps you are gifted—one drawn by dragonblood,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with blue fire.
Truth.
Strengthened by the inner voice I accepted wholeheartedly, I turned.
Dolyn’s light brown eyes narrowed as they settled on me. Disgust still radiated from his stare but a hint of insecurity as well.
My shaking legs took me toward the man who had set something in motion so profound, so otherworldly that my brain still wanted to argue my new reality.
A quick pinch to the back of my hand promised that I wasn’t dreaming. Insides fluttering with combined fear and excitement, I shuffled close to the man I’d once chased after through the streets of New York because he had something I wanted but hadn’t known it at the time—the scent of my alpha clinging to him.
Dolyn eyed me warily but didn’t flinch when I lifted my hand.
Both men behind me growled quietly, and I swallowed a giddy snickering that would make me sound like a cackling hyena who’d lost her marbles.
Neither of my lovers made a move to stop me though.
“May I?” I whispered, holding Dolyn’s stare.
He hesitated, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“Dolyn.” Elijah stated his name quietly but with authority.
The golden god dipped his head in agreement, his face flushed.
Warmth radiated from Dolyn’s chest before I even laid my hand on him. Heat snaked between the slight distance separating us but not in a sexual manner. The draw I’d felt so often with others before intensified, and his frown dissipated, eyes widening as though he too recognized the connection between us.
My palm pressed against him—skin to skin.
