Page 33 of Destined By Dragonblood
I hissed at the delicious sensation, my beast purring his delight over being strapped down and at a dominant’s mercy. Staring straight ahead, I flexed my cheeks, my hole clenching.
“Color?” Vanni asked, voice low, his face near my ear.
“Green, Sir.” I made myself snip rather than moan and settled in for what wouldn’t take too long.
Pre-cum dripped from my slit before the fifth slash over my skin, and by the tenth, I sagged, panting and sweating, beast roused and begging for more.
“The sight of you like this undoes me.” Vanni’s ragged voice flooded through my entire being, and I shuddered, biting back a deep groan. “What I wouldn’t give to soothe and lick the marks I’ve put on your skin.”
His words caused a shudder to ripple through me, those slashes tingling in desire for the same.
“No,” I forced through gritted teeth.
“Do you want more, boy?” Hot breath ghosted over my neck, awareness of his proximity causing my overheated skin to tingle as my beast pushed to make himself known and scent the man.
I shoved him down, his hiss loud in my ears regardless of him being locked up tight. “You know I do—just do. Not. Touch. Me.”
“Pity.” Vanni’s presence beside me disappeared, allowing me to breathe.
Three more quick stripes over my back pulled grunts from my lungs.
“Again. Please,” I hated how my voice sounded like a whiny, needy bitch, the type of man Father would despise.
My inner beast hissed at the thought, and I shoved Father from my mind, focusing on the heat growing low in my groin. Another hit sent shivers down my spine, settling at its base.
One more, maybe two would tip me over.
“Fuck yes.” I gulped and shuddered.
Another—
Cum erupted through my shaft at the next hit, and I roared, spurts of white pulsing in a stream from pent-up lust and longing. I jerked against my bonds but only with human strength so as not to escape. My muscles twitched until I finished, gasping for breath. Satiated bliss buzzed through my blood, allowing me to sag against the bench. Tingles raced through me, settling into my fingertips and toes.
A heavy sigh left me completely depleted and at rest.
Soon.
Yes, it wouldn’t be long before I would fill our female with my seed, I assured my inner beast, my cock attempting to thicken again.
Master Vanni—watch.
I cut my beast’s fantasy short, his manipulation rousing my lax muscles to wakefulness. He continued to purr with satiated bliss from his curled-up position deep inside me, unaffected by me setting him straight.
Vanni could give my female the pain she yearned for until the time she accepted me as her alpha. The thought of hurting her churned my guts, and I questioned my ability to gift her what she desired.
Beta.
I wondered if my inner dragon suggested our beta might be a sadist even though I’d never read throughout history of such a Blood Born existing. Or perhaps, he meant what he usually did—that we were the lesser of worth.
Awareness of Vanni behind me sent a rush of energy through me, pebbling my skin.
Beta.
My beast’s echo assured me of his intention in speaking.
“Release me,” I demanded, and Vanni submitted to my command without argument.
Shedding my shackles, I told myself that tomorrow I would reveal myself to the female destined for me and take my place as alpha, no matter my inner dragon’s desires.
