Page 47 of Destined By Dragonblood
I shivered, and the bastard chuckled.
Two sets of hands grasped my arms from behind, yanking me from beneath Vanni. Both men, bodyguards mostly likely, were fully human, their touch lacking the awareness that had crashed into me when my skin had met Vanni’s. I couldn’t tear my focus off him as he slowly stood, adjusting his bulge. I didn’t fight. I froze at the flash of green fire in his steady gaze.
Those eyes had haunted my dreams, same as Ashley’s had.
I jerked my focus off Vanni.
My female stood beyond the spanking bench, a blue robe wrapped tight around her trembling body. Lips parted, she gaped at me, her eyes wide and fearful, luminous in the light above her. A hint of her emotions slid over my mind like a warm blanket thanks to the small touch we’d shared last Saturday, rousing my dragon’s instinct to protect her.
Need.
I tested the firm grips holding me, aware I could easily toss both men aside, but the desire to pull Ashley into my chest, hide her from the stares licking at every inch of her kept me in place.
“Ashley,” I whispered, the fear of violence and confusion overwhelming her widened eyes.
She shook her head and hurried toward the women’s locker room.
“Ash!” Vanni, her Dom, my beta, called after her but didn’t give chase.
Not beta.
Vanni turned his harsh glare on me, and my inner dragon purred with desire to feel his strength as he punished me for causing our female unrest and a ruckus in his club.
I held Vanni’s gaze, every cell in my human form questioning the authority in his stare.
Even with his minuscule amount of dragonblood, Vanni would never be able to dominate a creature such as myself. I looked forward to owning him, having him on his knees before me, begging for me to claim him.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, drawing near and getting in my face.
Sexual and violent tension radiated between us, and I locked my knees to remain upright. “Your alpha,” I stated my claim through clenched teeth.
His head tipped back, and he roared with laughter, pure enjoyment and disbelief ringing throughout the silent lounge.
I strained forward against the bodyguards’ hold, my body temperature rising as my inner beast echoed his response.
“Oh, that’s good.” Still chuckling, Vanni wiped at the blood dripping from a small cut on his cheekbone where I’d hit him. He eyed the smear of red on the back of his hand before glancing up at me through his black lashes, a sexy smirk taking over his mouth. A glint of promise lay in his vibrant eyes.
“Master Vanni?” Someone stepped into my periphery, handing him a towel.
“Thank you.” He cleaned himself, a smile still on his lips.
He will be sweet on our tongue.
Perhaps, but most likely, he would be all fire and brimstone, biting and gnashing as I dominated him.
My dragon slithered sensually inside me, tempting me to fuck and find out.
Fear kept me planted.
I was royalty. A dominant alpha dragon shifter in need of his beta to bridge the gap between me and Ashley.
My dragon sneered at the thought but moaned with arousal as Master Vanni drew close enough that his heat wavered like the sun’s rays over every inch of my skin not covered by clothing.
“You’re my alpha, huh?” His gaze caressed my face with a knowing look. “Like you, I bow to no man,” he murmured, his eyes glinting green fire as he peered into mine. “She never told me your name, but I have this strange feeling you’re Ashley’s stalker, the one she finally met last Saturday in a quaint little coffee shop where you enjoyed hot chocolate and Boston cream donuts.”
I kept my lips sealed even though I found pleasure in hearing she’d spoken of me.
“Hmm, what a conundrum this has become,” Vanni mused. “Tell me, Dolyn, how did you get into my club?”
