Page 106 of Destined By Dragonblood
Dolyn’s energy clashed with mine before the cave ahead of us illuminated.
Would he flee again or face us?
Considering his roused pain and the burning anger I swore singed my skin, I expected both.
I swallowed, my stomach tight as we came into view of the biggest, most kick-ass library I’d seen in my life. Rock, shelf, balcony, books, couches, soft lamp light?—
And Dolyn.
My gaze latched onto him the second I realized he sat on an old couch in the middle of the room.
All else fell away from my consciousness as he met my gaze, waves of pissiness and mistrust slamming into me—of me or his inner dragon, I couldn’t tell.
The darkness in me swelled, rising and billowing, expanding in my chest and mind, filling me with the need to conquer. Zero doubt lay in me about my being alpha, and even though Dolyn could squash me like a damn bug beneath his heel, I didn’t physically fear him. I didn’t worry for my safety or my position.
Beta.
“Beta.” The word left my mouth, a low rumble like the voice in my head.
He glared, and my cock swelled to the point of pain within a heartbeat.
I stalked toward him, gaze unwavering, steps sure.
He pushed to his feet, setting whatever he’d been reading aside, our focus still locked on the other.
I hadn’t realized I’d released my hold on Ashley—or the lantern—until I crowded up in Dolyn’s face, hands fisted at my sides, tension like a live wire, zapping over my skin. We stood almost nose to nose, shoulders nearly the same width, but his breadth—and strength—was so much more than mine.
Submit.
“Submit,” I echoed and smiled, allowing the lust I felt for him to shine in my eyes as his frown deepened.
He held still, unbending as always.
“I said submit, boy.”
The black of Dolyn’s pupil swirled, heightening my breath. “Make me.”
His growled words shivered over my skin, and my smile widened as I realized what he needed from me. “If that’ll ease your conscience,” I murmured, tearing my gaze off his arresting eyes to drink in the rest of his face—clenched jaw and lush mouth.
His strength wouldn’t be topped, but I knew a thing or two.
A quick sweep of my leg and grasp on his arms sent him to the floor with an oomph, his face on the rock, my knee in the small of his back, palms wrapped around his wrists. Touching him had also opened up more of that cord between us, and I didn’t doubt his desire. He trembled, and I leaned close to his ear. “Is this the answer, Dolyn? Need me to take what I want since you’re too chicken shit to give it to me willingly?”
“Fuck. You.” He pulled against my hold on his arms but without the full strength of his inner dragon.
I chuckled at his lackluster attempt to escape me. “Can you smell our female’s arousal? Can you taste how wet she is because I have you right where you belong?”
Dolyn groaned, his eyelids slamming shut.
“Fight me, Dolyn,” I whispered against his ear. “Make yourself believe you tried to withstand the draw to your alpha—your destiny.”
With a growl, he snapped his head back, smashing his skull into my cheekbone. My grip on his wrists loosened enough he flipped me off him, and I crashed into one of the couches with a grunt.
I guessed I’d gone a little too far with my taunting.
Ashley gasped, but I kept my focus on Dolyn as he stood to his full height, his cock hard in his jeans, wetness from pre-cum wetting the denim. “You want it, try to take it.”
His dick, his submission, his ass around my thrusting cock—I would have all three.
