Page 67 of Destined By Dragonblood
I groaned into Ashley’s mouth, licking, suckling, and nipping.
My cock throbbed on the verge of release from a mere sip of my female’s sweetness.
Need to bury deep.
Release against her womb.
We did.
Desperately.
I allowed my beast to rise closer to the surface so he might enjoy our female too.
The scent of Ashley’s arousal intensified, flooding my senses, and I tore my mouth off hers, trailing my tongue and lips along her jaw and down her throat.
She tilted her head, granting me access, and I grazed my teeth over her soft skin.
No.
Swallowing hard, I refrained from biting as my human side lusted for. “I need to taste you as he did.”
Ashley shuddered. “Yes.”
I stood and turned, laying her beside our passed-out beta. The loss of his heat against my leg made my inner beast whimper, but the one awaiting pleasure peered up at me with bright violet eyes, needy and ready for my attention.
I ran my hands down her clothed body, atop her pert breasts, along her tucked waist, and over the swell of her hips. While tiny, I didn’t doubt she would be able to carry our young.
My cock bucked inside my pants, and I pressed hard against my bulge.
Ashley watched, her tongue flitting over her lower lip.
Yessss.
“You wish to put your mouth on me too?”
She nodded, panting and rubbing her legs together as though seeking relief.
I released my shaft from its prison, hissing as I gripped the base tight.
“Dolyn,” Ashley whispered, fisting the comforter.
“I will take care of you, my female. Promise.” I thumbed over my slit, gathering the wetness, ignoring the fact I didn’t leak nearly as much as I ought to. “Taste,” I murmured, smearing the slickness over her lower lip, choosing to focus on Ashley rather than my shortcomings.
Her tongue flicked out, and she moaned, suckling on my thumb.
A rush of desire rolled over me, and I groaned, leaning over to taste myself on her tongue. Salt and sweet mingled together.
“Dolyn, please,” she mumbled around my kiss.
I nipped her lower lip, held her gaze, and slid my hand down her front. Her buttonless slacks from work had an elastic waist, easy to slip my fingers beneath.
She gasped as I feathered over the satiny material covering her core. Heat and wetness met my touch, and I swallowed hard, her panted breaths rushing over my lips inches from hers.
“Can I take them off?” I asked, my tone low and ragged.
Rather than answer, she lifted her hips and shoved her pants and panties to her ankles.
The scent of her musk swelled in the air, and a shudder rippled through me. I stood, running my hands over her legs, my eyes feasting on her pale skin and the delicate flesh awaiting my tongue. My inner beast growled and moaned, panting and salivating.
