Page 59 of Destined By Dragonblood
Vanni: Please tell me you’re okay, that I didn’t make a mistake in leaving you alone with that otherworldly madman last night.
I snickered over his description. Until speaking with Elijah, I’d thought the same. This morning, however, I found myself believing the unbelievable.
Me: I’m fine. We discussed some things, he saw me safely home, and I went to bed.
While waiting for Vanni’s reply, I considered calling him and telling him everything Elijah had shared with me, but if my boss and I were both wrong in our thinking—if Vanni wasn’t dragonblood or my and Dolyn’s fated third…
I shook my head and swallowed down my breakfast with lukewarm coffee.
If our assumptions were correct, the truth needed to come to light in ways that wouldn’t put my or Dolyn’s life at risk. Fate had brought Dolyn and I together, I truly believed, and I had to trust the cosmos to finish what she’d started.
Vanni: When can I see you?
Now, yesterday, forever, I wished to reply, but didn’t. I wanted to speak with Dolyn first, learn everything I could before asking him about our…beta? Alpha?
Master Vanni was a dominant through and through, and even though Dolyn radiated similar confidence, I wondered over his understanding of the dynamic in a D/s relationship. Perhaps he knew nothing about the BDSM community and wasn’t aware the submissive held all of the power.
Me: I’m going to meet with Dolyn next week and talk this through first.
Vanni: You believe his horseshit?
Without having the knowledge I’d gained from Elijah, Vanni probably wouldn’t believe the best of me if I said I was convinced Dolyn hadn’t lied. Hopefully, the truth would reveal itself, and Vanni would be my other…mate, and the three of us could be together.
Yessss.
Warmth flooded between my thighs, and I sighed while shifting in my chair.
Me: I’m willing to listen to him with an open mind.
There. That wasn’t even a partial lie.
Vanni: Call me if you need me. I care about you, Ashley. If anything happened to you, I would be devastated. Please be careful.
That heat in my core turned into butterflies rushing toward my chest.
Me: I care about you too, Vanni. More than you know.
Vanni didn’t respond, and I hoped I hadn’t said too much.
I went grocery shopping a few hours later, thankful to feel Dolyn’s presence even though he stayed at a distance rather than sitting in the back of my car as I was sure he’d done the week before. No trace of cold eyes chilled my blood, and I breathed freely with a slight pep in my step.
Possibilities made my heart race.
Hope flooded my mind.
Sunday, I stayed indoors regardless of the warmer weather and sunshine, losing myself in a dragon shifter book, an intentional choosing on my part from a new-to-me author.
The polyamorous tale between three men and one woman leaned more toward straight-up erotica rather than romance, but by the time I finished late into the early morning hours, I was hot, horny, and feeling emboldened by the events of Friday night beneath Master Vanni’s hands.
I lay in bed, flushed and needy between my thighs, my pussy empty and weeping with desire to be filled. Stuffed full. Maybe double stuffed like the female main character. Trailing fingertips through my folds didn’t lessen my arousal like it used to. Thinking of both Vanni and Dolyn pleasuring me with their mouths and hands made me skirt the edge of climaxing. Remembering the release Vanni had gifted me while bent over his bench, I gently eased a finger into my soaked pussy.
“Oh.” I gulped and bucked, pushing deeper into my core. “Oh God.” A gasp flew past my lips, and I writhed against my hand, desperate for more. Two fingers eased the ache but didn’t offer me what I chased.
I slid my other hand down my belly to my pubis I kept bare. My clit lay hot and swollen, protruding from my labia.
“Yes,” I hissed while gently rubbing over the nub, slowly fucking myself with my fingers. “God, yes. So good.” I licked dryness from my lips, whimpering over the exquisite tingles racing over my skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake.
I was going to come?—
