Page 58 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Remembering Jon’s hand on Dakota’s stomach, caressing her womb, caused my cock to thicken, but I ignored it, choosing instead to focus on the longing to sense life there.
My soul shredded at the truth that as dragonblood fated mates, they would never conceive without me.
Own.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
Alpha.
“As if I don’t know that.” I swiped my shower gel off the shelf and proceeded to wash myself with clinical efficiency.
I set out the makings for coffee and tea the next morning before sunrise, intent on my ritual of greeting daybreak with mediation.
But the veranda still overshadowed by darkness called.
Yessss.
The window of the guest chambers where my mates rested remained unlit due to its one-way glass, but I didn’t have a sense of watchful eyes. No hint of their scents suggested they’d left their room either.
Shift. Fly.
I would give him freedom, but only for a short time while those most precious to me weren’t in close proximity.
Once stripped down to bare skin, I threw myself off the cliff, muscle and bone stretching until our wings caught air.
We shot upward like a midnight rocket, the beast in full control over our body.
Rather than cackle or taunt our supposedly weaker half, the darker side of us remained silent as contentment roared through our heated blood.
Speeding through the predawn, cold air rushing against our face, we soared and dove, leisurely stretching as we hadn’t since before I’d caught the combined hints of Jon and Dakota on the breeze.
We had made promising steps toward strengthening the connection among us the evening before. And we’d barely restrained from shooting cum down our female’s willing throat. The way she had sucked and probed at my slit as though desperate for life-giving?—
A gale of wind slammed into our left side, catching us unaware, and we rolled through the sky.
Our mind flashed to memories of Dolyn’s golden body flying alongside us. How he would play, roughhouse in the air, testing how far he could go in attempts to show dominance fate hadn’t intended for him.
The last time we’d flown together, he’d crossed a line by nipping at our hind quarter.
We’d chained him to the dungeon roof once we’d returned and shifted back to our human forms. My whip had reminded him of his place.
Dolyn’s mind fought submission even though he’d given himself to me, but his body had responded, gifting us his release. He’d hated every second, declaring his human half had betrayed him, and wouldn’t allow me to pamper him with aftercare.
Anger and bitterness had rolled off him, his golden eyes wet while peering up at me and declaring he was meant to be alpha—he’d had zero thoughts otherwise in his heart. We’d kindly reminded him of my beast’s royal lineage, that there had been no denying who’d been meant to lead between the two of us.
The next morning, I’d woken to find Dolyn gone from the home we’d shared.
Tears whipped from our blinking eyes, and the beast roared his anguish he continually denied into the rising sun.
My human half huddled in silence, long having allowed myself to grieve. If only the feelings would abate for both halves of us.
Surely, once we mated, the pain of our past would dissipate, and we would be free to live and love without further hauntings.
While the beast battled to enjoy stretching our wings as we’d been doing moments earlier, my other half required a break from emotion. Forcing my human mind on the project Jon would be laboring over helped me focus.
Testing of the now-contracted robots had been done at the New York office over the previous six months, but with what the military wanted me to upgrade, I would need to do more.
However, I refused to return to the city and leave my mates again. I hoped Jon had the skills to do the testing required remotely and we could stay holed up in the cavern, exploring each other and deepening our bond for when I had no choice but to go back to New York.
