Page 46 of Destined By Dragonblood
The scent of her cum slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest I couldn’t hold back.
Ours.
Yes—she was, and I questioned the lack of jealousy over Vanni touching what didn’t belong to him.
He sucked each and every digit clean, and my mouth drooled for a taste of her. My dragon should have shrieked and clawed at my brain to explode in a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales. We should have torn the building down around the man who dared to taste my mate.
Need.
Teeth gritted over my beast’s whimper, I moved in close, doing as Father would have done.
I grasped Vanni’s bare shoulder, intending to pull him away from Ashley?—
Electrical currents shot up my arm and split toward my brain and chest, allowing my beast full control for a mere heartbeat.
We scented the man we touched, and knowledge slammed into us that couldn’t be written off as desire or mistake.
“No,” my human half gasped as fire swept through us. We dug our fingertips into Vanni’s skin, yanking him around as tension crackled through the air like static electricity.
Hissing, I shoved my inner beast back in his prison, barely able to gain control.
Vanni scrambled to get his feet beneath him, breaking the connection between us, but the damage had been done. Same as with Ashley, the imprint had taken hold in our mind. “What the fuck—Dolyn?”
Our gazes caught, and he stilled.
Green orbs, brilliant like spring grass glared at me.
Yessss.
I growled and shook my head, blinking the sight of what Elijah’s female had shown me clear from my memory.
Vanni DiLoreto stared at me with his usual mossy colored eyes, but because my inner dragon had come into contact with him at the same time as our human half, I could no longer deny who—what—the man before us was.
Even if only a minuscule portion, Giovanni DiLoreto was part dragonblood.
My beast purred, and I broke into a cold sweat as every muscle in my body tensed.
“No,” I growled yet again, my vision going red.
Our alpha.
“No!” I let out roar to assert my dominance and snapped. My fist shot out, connecting with Vanni’s cheek and slamming his head to the side. Rippling currents of awareness pulsed through where our skin had collided for less than a second.
The fucker kept his feet and simply worked his jaw while straightening and meeting my gaze head on.
Fire flared through his eyes, and there was no mistaking the inner beast’s presence prowling beneath sinew and bone.
I faltered, frozen for the space of a heartbeat, as the realization his other half had possibly roused from its deep sleep due to my touch settled in.
Vanni barreled forward, taking me down before I could blink.
I slammed onto the floor, his weight forcing a grunt from my lungs.
My aching cock pressed against his, and a wave of desire stole my breath. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped, the second I could speak.
A cocky grin lifted his lips, and he shifted his hips in a grinding motion that tempted me to unfurl my hands and grasp at the harness strapped to his bare chest. “You know I’m the one in charge here, Dolyn,” he murmured, leaning close to my ear, “but that’s one command I would love to obey.”
His low voice slithered over my skin like an erotic caress.
