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I yearn.
Closing my eyes briefly, I allowed him to further experience the misery I’d managed to shed from my mind while flying away from Elijah’s mountain home. We’d been found wanting and set aside, but I wasn’t jaded enough that I didn’t desire the same as my beast did. I longed to share in the physical as well. The touch of skin I rarely allowed, the heat of arousal, the release of climax that had been brewing in my sac since first scenting Ashley.
Take what belongs to us.
I’d given the bastard an inch, allowing him speech, and he took a mile. Using full sentences to make demands hadn’t been tolerated in close to a decade.
However, the temptation to do as he pushed tensed my body toward action rather than stifling his voice as I ought to. The truth that I could easily break into Ashley’s condo without raising alarm and claim her before she thought to scream caused my muscles to tremble and shaft to throb. I had yet to sniff over her skin and fully indulge in her scent. I didn’t yet have the pleasure of tasting her sweet breath on my tongue. But the idea of doing both hardened me to the point of pain, and a bead of pre-cum welled on my swollen cockhead. I ignored the lone droplet sliding down my length. A pulsing stream should have oozed from my body like Elijah’s had done whenever he’d experienced arousal.
Proof we are beta.
“Be silent,” I growled. I disregarded him and the lack of moisture as I’d been doing since learning about an alpha dragonblood’s sexual mechanics, focusing on the dark panel of glass keeping me from fulfillment.
The beast began to hiss and claw at his inescapable bonds instead of insisting on what I refused to accept.
“We will study Ashley’s ways,” I stated, hoping to shift his focus to what truly mattered, same as I had done. “Learn about her life, those she surrounds herself with and loves. Her habits, what she does for enjoyment. Only then we will decide on a course of interaction.”
Curses over my flesh’s dominance echoed in my head as my dragon shrieked his displeasure.
“You forget yourself.” Centuries of practice made keeping hold on my inner beast easy once I muzzled him.
He sulked in silence as I tore myself away from our female’s presence for the nearest intersection. I shifted skin and muscle, elongated bone into the shape that allowed me flight, all while retaining control over my beast. One leap upward and a flap of wings shot me into the dark sky. Night caressed my scales as a lover might, something I hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying in far too long of a time.
No one since Elijah had touched my flesh—dragon or otherwise—because of their unworthiness, and both my beast and I trembled in our shared need for release.
We had found our female, but every part of me craved more than softness and gentleness. My skin tightened with the need to feel biting pain. Stinging lashes. Impact play that would send endorphins rushing throughout my body and empty my brain of unceasing thoughts.
With Ashley located, I expected to soon cross paths with my beta, the submissive male who would complete us. He would have no interest in inflicting what the secret part of me sometimes craved, therefore, I would allow myself a single night of weakness before fate settled into place.
Since Elijah was no longer an option to give me what I ached for, I would have to locate a club in New York that catered to those who preferred pain with their pleasure. Surely, finding a human dominant wouldn’t be difficult. I would allow him to hurt me but without skin-to-skin contact. He would offer the kind of release I needed one last time before I walked away from that part of me.
Then I would prove myself worthy in Father’s eyes by claiming my place as alpha over my destined mates.
Chapter 2
Vanni
I sipped my tonic water, the hint of lime a pleasant zing over my tongue while gazing through my office’s one-way glass, keeping me hidden from sight.
The lounge below me was busy for a Wednesday night. Couples and singles looking for a hookup or simply enjoying the dimmed, sensual atmosphere of my sex club mingled around the large room. Leather couches and chairs created more intimate areas, breaking up the space. A bondage frame, St. Andrew’s cross, and whipping post along with various types of spanking benches sat atop daises throughout the open area, available for those with exhibition and voyeur kinks.
Two pieces of the furniture meant to bring pleasure were currently in use, but no part of my body aroused at the sight of the wielded flogger or whip. Even had the sound-proofing of my office been absent, the cries of both pain and heightened desire wouldn’t have affected me.
My mind remained focused on the cell phone I’d left atop my desk and the news app I’d checked as I always did when the evening hours drew closer. Hand steady regardless of how my insides shook, I sipped my tonic again, fighting to remain calm and in control.
After ten years, Caroline finally married my best friend, the man who’d stolen the one I’d thought had been the love of my life.
The tumbler shattered in my clenched hand.
“Fuck.” I pursed my lips, my focus dropping to the hardwood flooring littered with bits of glass and clear liquid. The lime wedge sat atop my soaked black dress shoe. Lifting my left wrist, I stated an order into my watch that would bring someone to clean up the mess.
I eyed the two small lacerations on my right palm and turned toward the full bathroom attached to my office. Neither cut was deep or stung, but I washed thoroughly, making sure no glass shards remained imbedded in my skin. I’d always been freakishly strong, but never had I ever squeezed a glass until it broke into pieces.
A knock sounded from out in my office.
“Come in!” I hollered while checking to make sure the bleeding had stopped.
“Master Vanni?” one of the submissive employees who kept my club pristine called.
