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His spunk was addictive—it was no wonder Ashley couldn’t keep her mouth off my dick.
“So sweet, such a good boy, giving me what I need.” I kissed the crown of his cock, up his abs, and pressed my weight completely on top of his hard body. “Kiss me.”
His eyelids slowly opened, and the love, the desire in his golden eyes slammed into me, catching my breath. “No.”
“That’s not your safeword.”
He glared.
I crushed my mouth against his. He bucked beneath me, biting and half-attempting to tear his head from my grasp on his ears, but I kissed him how he wanted me to, exactly as I felt through the strengthening bond between us. He needed force, taking rather than sharing. A hard nip to his lower lip opened his mouth to gasp, and I shoved my tongue deep inside, tasting him, trying to breathe his soul into my lungs, where he wouldn’t ever be able to escape me.
He groaned and turned pliant—but only for a few seconds.
I found myself on my back, my head ringing as I stared up at the ceiling high overhead.
Chapter 31
Dolyn
“The fuck?” Vanni’s murmur barely reached through the rush of wind in my ears.
I shoved my semi back into my jeans, my gaze flitting from his accusing glare on the floor where I’d tossed him like a pebble to Ashley, who lay trembling on a couch a few feet away, her eyes wide, lips parted.
The scent of the cum smeared between her naked thighs, parted beneath my T-shirt, drew me in like a goddamn black fly to sweat, my tongue needing a taste. I growled my desire, but she shrank into the old cushions beneath her, a hint of her fear thickening in the air between us.
I’d fucking given in like a cowardly wimp, like a needy little child who couldn’t yet think for himself.
“What’s the problem, big boy?” Vanni asked with enough venom I wanted to pop him in the nose as he struggled to sit, touching the back of his head with a wince.
“You’re the problem,” I hissed at him.
“Dolyn,” Ashley murmured, but I ignored her.
I could sense his human-like pain—her dissipating satisfaction in release. They had to feel what I couldn’t incinerate in my mind, so why bother trying to hide? I peered down at the alpha fate had destined me for, and the ache in his head, the frown marring his brow, didn’t ease any of the hardness creeping around my heart as it should have.
“You’re human,” I reiterated my aversion to his other half.
His jaw clenched, and he pulled his hand away from the back of his head. Blood smeared his fingers, and Ashley gasped, dropping to the floor beside him.
Hands fisted at my sides, I stared as Ashley yanked off my shirt to hold it to the back of his head. Naked, she should have stolen my gaze, breath, and attention, but I found myself focused on Vanni’s expressive face as he winced again—hurt because of the pleasure he had offered me.
And, I’d reacted like an absolute piece of shit, tossing him aside.
Elijah hadn’t ever once allowed me to overpower him.
Vanni had let me hold his head with authority, shove my dick down his convulsing throat—but had it been because of the addiction my cum caused? Or had he given his beta control because he knew it was what I longed for?
He’d lapped at me as though he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to suck me hard again and fill his belly with another shot of life-giving sustenance.
My temples pounded with conflicting thoughts as Ashley removed her shirt from the back of Vanni’s head to check on the amount of blood. “It’s not too bad—I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” she murmured, her concern over the human’s wound rather than my aching heart, my goddamn mind on the verge of insanity…
“You aren’t worthy of a full Blood Born.” I hadn’t meant for the words to come out so coarse, but the racist asshole Father had raised, fed with ancient texts, overshadowed the dragon within, begging me to accept what fate had gifted me.
“Well, thanks for that,” Vanni said, his gaze narrowed as he peered up at me, fire glinting in his green eyes. “We fly across the goddamn country, get lost in a fucking blizzard—because of shared desire to be with you—and this is how you treat us?” He shook his head, lips pursed. “Fuck. You. Dolyn. Fuck you and your selfish fucking pride.”
A tear slid down Ashley’s cheek as she tended to his wound, but she couldn’t spare me a glance.
“You aren’t worthy of us,” Vanni continued, peering up at me, tension and anger radiating through the clinching tether between us. “I had hoped you would accept what is as obvious as the nose on your face, but if this is who you truly are inside, then I want no part of you.”
