Page 104 of Destined By Dragonblood
Primrose stood on the veranda’s edge, bag in hand, head tipped back, and eyes closed as though breathing in freedom, expecting destiny to drive her forward in the way she ought to go. She bent her knees and leaped into the air, falling from sight.
I screamed, my coffee sloshing onto the stone floor. My heart landed in my throat as a pale, golden dragon shot straight up into the sky, bag clutched in her front claws.
“Holy shit!” Vanni breathed. “Fucking hell! This shit is absolutely one hundred percent truth. Jesus Christ!”
I huffed a shaky laugh. “We didn’t just imagine that, did we?”
“Nope.” Vanni shook his head, staring after the massive beast diminishing in the distance.
“She’s amazing—huge,” I said, squinting to keep her in sight.
“Dolyn is even more impressive than his granddaughter.”
I tore my gaze off Primrose’s shimmering form as it faded in the cold, blue sky to peer up at Vanni. “When did you see him in his dragon form?”
“When he rescued us from the snow last night.”
“He…what?”
“Held us in his claws and took us on the ride of a lifetime.”
“Damn! I missed it!”
Vanni kissed the pout off my lips. “I’m sure he’ll fly with you if you want. That man will do whatever the fuck you tell him to do.” A glint lit his eye.
“What are you thinking? I’m getting something crafty going on in your energy…some manipulative tactic.”
“Beg him to submit to me.”
I pressed my lips together, expecting he would feel my disapproval.
“Fine.” He huffed and sipped his coffee, a twinkle in his eyes as he stared down at me.
“What did he look like?” I asked, still annoyed I’d missed out on seeing our beta in his other form.
“His beast? Beautiful. Massive. Sexy as fuck.” Vanni all but groaned the words, pressing down on his thickening bulge.
His arousal licked at my skin, dampening me between the thighs, and he smirked. “Should we go find our beta and talk him into us?”
“Talk him into me—and you into him,” I whispered, so turned on by the thoughts of bonding in that way my limbs shook.
Vanni’s gaze narrowed, fire and darkness swirling in his eyes. “A bit of pain for him first, I’m thinking, for leaving us back in New York then not being in our bed when we woke this morning.”
“Mmm.” I squeezed my thighs together. “Can I watch?”
He chuckled and clasped my free hand with his. “If that’s what my female wants, that’s what she’ll get.”
“And if he fights?”
Vanni sobered as we stared at each other. “He could kill me with a mere flick of his fingers. All it would take would be a thin ribbon of the dragon fire I watched him shoot from his lips last night to light the fireplace.”
A shiver covered my skin with goose bumps, and I swallowed, glancing at the massive stone chimney and the pile of blackened bits of wood on the grate. “Perhaps we ought to discuss things through with him before you attempt to dominate.”
“I don’t think he’ll hurt me.”
“How can you be sure?” I asked, studying his eyes, searching for the answer. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing one of my mates, dragon or human. Such an event would leave me devastated, beyond hope of healing from grief no matter which was left by my side.
My inside friend agreed with a pained whimper, causing my throat to tighten.
