Page 13 of Destined By Dragonblood
Excitement and absolute joy when stalking my own female to and from work the past couple of days, longing while watching her move beyond her curtains while hidden in the shadows outside her condo at night.
Absolute pleasure in the release of a lifetime.
Confidence that my fate lay within my grasp.
By the time I hovered near the balcony off my penthouse’s bedroom, my dragonblood had healed the delicious pain in my backside and thighs.
I grabbed hold of the railing with one clawed foot and started to shift. Once bone and muscle shrank enough I would fit, I leapt onto the sturdy platform off my suite’s bedroom to finish the transformation.
Stretching my neck side to side, I assessed my human form as it solidified into completeness.
All traces of the torture I’d allowed to my body had dissipated. A glance over my shoulder revealed the markings were gone from what I could see of my thighs. At least I’d gotten a good look at them before changing in the locker room. I held a deep appreciation for the club’s owner, respect as well, for his precise hits.
My inner beast moaned his misery, a mere whisper of tone in the back of my head, but I wouldn’t be swayed into letting him have further say.
Two steps took me to the glass slider. Having my suite on the top floor of the building across from Tolzman Industries, I never bothered with the lock, which made for easy reentry into my Manhattan domain.
Silence clung to my bedroom, and for the first time, I missed the comforting noises of having a companion.
“Soon,” I murmured to myself.
My inner dragon hummed his agreement, which was rare and always tended to loosen my rigid hold over him.
“Argue with me, and I’ll silence you,” I warned him, deciding on leniency while removing my restraint on his voice.
He didn’t offer further sound, so I allowed him his quiet freedom to reflect verbally if he so desired. The beating and flight had eased him thoroughly, and he curled up inside, content. But not for long. Eventually, he would attempt to coerce me into doing his wishes.
A long, hot shower eased the tension in my shoulders, but sleep eluded me once I rested upon my king-sized mattress. Exhaustion clung to my bones regardless of my active mind considering how I would reveal myself to Ashley now that I was ready.
Steal.
The beast took advantage as he always did once my human side experienced tiredness, however, he stated what was my right as an alpha.
Force.
I rolled to my stomach, planning to ignore him since he didn’t argue our status for once.
Ours. Take.
Ashley did belong to us—was destined to stand by my side, exactly as he insisted.
“I thought I’d wanted that with Elijah too, though,” I grumbled into my pillow and punched the fluff that wilted quickly beneath the weight of my head.
She is a fragile thing, isn’t she?
I growled at the beast’s sudden eloquence but didn’t silence him since he spoke the truth I didn’t mind hearing. Knowing him, he would push things too far in attempts to get what he wanted, same as he always did when I offered his voice freedom. But until then, I would allow his waxing poetic. Perhaps his soothing tone would ready me for sleep.
Like a spring flower rising out of the frozen depths of the earth in desperate need of sustenance and care.
“I won’t be swayed by pretty words,” I warned, my words muttered into the pillow.
As beautiful and glorious as the rising sun.
“I will not be manipulated into doing as the Blood Born of old did,” I told him what I’d said countless times already.
Soft, supple…she will be as refreshing as the finest wine, the sweetest honeysuckle on our tongue.
My cock swelled again as I imagined my face between Ashley’s thighs, lapping at the arousal her body wouldn’t be able to help but produce from her alpha’s touch and scent once the beginnings of our bond bloomed.
