Page 23 of Destined By Dragonblood
Vanni pulled into a parking garage of a building I’d visited the week before. Blood still pooled in my groin, keeping me hard as nails as I landed, shifted into human form, and trailed after him. Stalking on Vanni’s heels as he walked through the parking garage, I stared at the back of his head. My beast rolled belly up and purred while I considered every way of making Vanni bleed out. The man had no right to touch what belonged to me.
Ours.
I cursed my beast and his ability to weasel into my mind when I grew preoccupied.
My fingers should have itched with the need to elongate, claw Vanni across his face. Disembowel him. Slice through his carotid artery. Tear his lower half off and feast on his flesh.
No.
Biting my tongue to stop myself from growling at my dragon half and revealing my flesh to Vanni, I snuck into the elevator behind him, expecting he planned to visit his sex club.
The ignorant, weak human had no clue about the danger hovering over his back. How easily I could end him. Erase his existence from the face of the earth.
But something stilled my hand—and caused pre-cum to pearl atop my cockhead.
The elevator took us two floors higher than the club, sliding open to reveal the penthouse suite, yet another array of evidence Vanni had money to spare.
Who the fuck was this man who made me ache with lust?
He passed by the sprawling living space with its two couches and massive TV screen, walking through double doors that led to the master suite. A navy bedspread covered the king-sized mattress, the frame beneath wooden and thick, sturdy enough to easily survive a harsh fucking.
Vanni stripped, leaving his clothes where they fell, and my cock slapped my belly again at the sight of his naked backside and the dark crevice between his cheeks. I chewed on my tongue to quiet my inner beast’s whimper for a taste.
I moved closer, hot on Vanni’s heels, staring as he climbed into the master bathroom shower and tipped his head back into the spray. Eyes closed, his lithe, muscular build as close to perfection as a human could get, he captured my undivided attention. He shampooed his hair and reached for bodywash. When he began to lather smooth pecs, as hairless as mine, I finally managed to turn away, intent on ignoring the draw of his body and learning what I could about him while he finished showering.
Files sat atop Vanni’s office desk, and since his laptop required a fingerprint to open, I inspected every scrap of paper in sight.
Vanni owned the building I currently stood in.
His wealth afforded him more than ninety-nine percent of the population—but not me.
Pride boosted, I rifled through his refrigerator to find he ordered pre-made meals, all healthy and macro-balanced. I entered the master bedroom again, looking through his closet, breathing in the delicious scent of expensive cologne with a hint of earth and spice. Further evidence of his wealth hung on hangers, sat on shoe racks, and lined velvet cushions in the form of expensive watches and cufflinks.
I scoffed at his taste, refusing to acknowledge how he smelled almost as delicious as my Ashley. I assured myself our beta would be ten times as alluring as Vanni once I finally allowed my inner beast to scent him properly as we had our female.
Sounds from the bathroom assured me Vanni finished, and I made myself comfortable in a corner of his bedroom, arms crossed, looking down my nose at him as he exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist.
My mouth did not water.
My cock did not leak or flex with want.
And my beast sure as hell did not weep with need.
Vanni dropped his towel, and I allowed myself to soak in and appreciate his olive skin and the sleek mass of muscles beneath. Bulging calves and thick thighs suggested he daily spent hours in the gym. An ass meaty enough to withstand a pounding flexed as he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs.
Tingles came to life in my lower spine, and I grabbed hold of my cock, squeezing the base.
Vanni disappeared into his closet, and I waited, body on fire, mind stalled out on everything but the lust consuming me. Visions flashed in my head of him writhing between me and Ashley as we bonded.
My inner beast growled a resounding, No.
Another image of Ashely being filled by us both while we bred her made my dragon purr with pleasure.
Vanni appeared in his closet entryway, attaching cufflinks to the starched button-down covering his sexy, veined forearms. He wore the suit well, the lines and precise cut further evidence of the man’s wealth.
But I still had better in my own closet.
A smirk on my face and chin lifted slightly, I trailed after Vanni as he readied to leave his suite. He skipped breakfast but took the time to utilize his French press, which I could appreciate. He filled a travel mug with black coffee, his lips against the rim, and the resulting hum of satisfaction over the taste made me reach for my hard cock again.
