Page 66 of Destined By Dragonblood
My dragon chuckled along with him, gleefully enjoying his mutterings and complete lack of control over the words spilling from his lips.
Mind a jumbled mess of desire and stubbornness, I stared at my beta as he faded into oblivion.
Vanni’s jaw lay lax, and my ass cheeks clenched at the thought of beard burn on my skin. His thick, black hair grayed at the temples and spread over the pillow in a rumpled, sexy mess. Long black lashes rested, hiding the most arresting green eyes I’d see in my four hundred plus years.
My gaze slipped over his neck to the smooth, olive skin of his arms, chest, and abs. The man was ripped. All cut muscle and a trim waist with its dark trail of hair disappearing beneath his slacks.
Kneel.
Worship.
There was no denying the draw. But could an alpha do those things and still hold his status?
I considered a true submissive’s lifestyle subservient, complete obedience. Such expectations could not be placed upon a royal Blood Born. Father had told me we bowed to no man.
Lifting my chin, I considered the frailty of the body before me. Vanni’s instincts were shut down, and had I desired, I could break his bones with a snap of my fingers. I could burn him to ash with a mere wisp of dragon fire from my lips.
The man wasn’t worthy of my worship, nor did he deserve for me to bend a knee.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Ashley threaded her fingers through mine, and immediate calm snaked through my cells, easing my frown and heavy thoughts.
“He vomited until his stomach emptied. I’m sure he’ll be fine except for a ripping headache when he wakes.” I sank onto the bed’s edge, unable to leave Vanni. Pushing aside my thoughts on how I wanted him, I tugged my female toward me.
She settled onto my lap, snuggled against my chest, and released a sigh, her sweet breath and slight scent of arousal making my mouth water.
My cock thickened beneath her backside, blood heating.
I expected my inner beast to demand we claim what was ours, but he lay quiet, his purr a soft rumble in my head.
Eyes closed, I rested my lips against Ashley’s forehead, breathing in the scent of vanilla and the underlying musk of her body’s desire for me.
Pre-cum smeared inside my slacks, and I groaned, shifting my female away from my aching length.
“I’m not afraid of intimacy.” She tilted her head back to meet my gaze. “I want this—you. Vanni. Yes, I’m nervous that ugliness from my past might try to erase my ability to enjoy sex or reach climax with you.”
I cursed quietly along with my dragon half at the thought of her wet heat clenching around my shaft.
“But I’m going to try if you’ll have me.”
“You already own every part of me, Ashley.” I cupped her cheek, drinking in the sight of her swelled pupils, the flushed skin beneath my touch. “I will give you the world. Make myself available to you in every way you need to find contentment and happiness.”
“Will you kiss me?”
I stared at her parted lips. She had told me that no one had touched them since her abuser. Embers of need flared in my gut, a driving force demanding I consume. Devour. Fill and flood with my seed. Wetness slid from my slit, and I hissed.
The pulse jumped in Ashley’s neck as though she felt what I did, the same energy, the magnetic pull to come together and cement our souls for all time.
I thumbed over her mouth, tugging down slightly, revealing the pink inner skin beneath her front teeth. “Hold still for me.”
Ashley whimpered as I lowered my head.
A gentle lick over the softness inside her lower lip burst sweetness along my tongue, and I groaned, tightening my hold on her back.
With a soft sigh, Ashley clutched at my hair, and our mouths sealed. She was ambrosia, divine sustenance. Cool water on a hot day, and I thirsted, the fire inside me needing to be doused.
More.
Vanni shifted in his sleep, his knee pressing against my hip. Even through the fabrics separating us, heat and a ripple of awareness slid to my groin.
