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Yes.
Truth.
My lips flattened. I swallowed hard against my throat closing off at the voice echoing in my head. “I—I don’t…”
Darkness crept in around the edges of my periphery as I suddenly struggled to breathe.
I wavered on my feet, reaching for him, my heart racing and lungs aching for oxygen.
Dolyn leaped from his chair, his strong yet gentle hold on my arms keeping me from harm. For the briefest of seconds, I gloried in complete peace.
I collapsed to the floor and knew no more.
Chapter 15
Vanni
Dolyn caught Ashley before I reached her fainting form.
“Goddamn you,” I growled, kneeling in front of them and ripping one of his hands off her before jerking my touch from his skin.
Same as when he’d grabbed my shoulder down in the lounge, currents of some weird-as-fuck shit rippled throughout my body. Almost electrical but without the hair-raising charge. A deep longing and unrest exactly as Ashley had whispered to him seconds earlier continued to radiate throughout me as though time had somehow bound our fates together.
I’d never been into destiny and that sort of shit, but this affinity…there were no words to describe what I felt.
Skin contact with Dolyn had opened me up in ways I’d only heard about in the supposed supernatural world. Colors had become more crisp, my sense of smell heightened. I could literally taste Dolyn’s radiating anger and lust on my tongue, and my slit had leaked in response.
The mess smeared inside my leathers as our gazes clashed. “What the hell is going on here, Dolyn?”
“I won’t hurt her,” he said, gathering her tight against his chest. At least they were both fully clothed so she might not freak out when she woke up to find him holding her like that. “She is my female.” His eyes glowed golden with swirling darkness in his pupils for a split second, and I blinked to clear my focus.
Blood Born, he’d said. Dragonblood.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” I glared, unintimidated, intrigued, and horny as hell wrapped up in one gigantic ball of tensed nerves. “You’re a sick fuck, and she should have told the goddamn cops the truth of how you’ve been stalking her.” My focus jerked from each of his hands atop Ashley’s coat, to his eyes, and back down again, unsure of his intent. I wanted to be ready to flatten him if he made a wrong move.
“I’ll explain soon enough.” He kissed her forehead, his eyelids closing briefly as he lingered, inhaling her scent.
My hands should have been fisted over how he held her without her consent. My blood should have boiled with rage over his mouth touching her skin. But the way he cradled her with tenderness, how the two of them fit seamlessly together, held me in check. I’d been thinking about both of them, getting myself off to fantasies that had included their images flipping back and forth. A few times, I imagined them both in my bed, the three of us gasping for air as we came down from powerful orgasms, our bodies covered in sweat, sticky with cum.
Where nausea from my past should have had me hugging a toilet and heaving, yearning to crowd close and join in their sharing of comfort had me reaching out.
Ashley stirred and whimpered.
“Ash?” My fingertips came into contact with hers, and as though she was a conduit of the otherworldliness emanating off Dolyn, I could sense his concern for her. His adoration for the woman he called his female was a damned love bomb of emotion crowding my chest.
But something darker, completely foreign, yet not alarming, lay deeper beneath whatever it was connecting the three of us. Almost as if…Dolyn was split in two. Bipolar didn’t fit the sense I got. There were definitely opposing sides to him that I’d experienced while sceneing with him.
Was he both the hot and cold eyes Ashley had told me about?
Did something inside him wish her harm?
My hackles should have raised at the thought, but assurance he would give his life before he allowed someone to hurt his female settled over my mind, putting my questions of her safety to rest. I believed his protective nature extended to every part of her, same as mine did.
I lifted my gaze off Ashley’s peaceful face to find Dolyn staring at me, those golden flames in his eyes again. As though his focus on me changed my vision, I saw clearer. Brightness lit in my periphery. I expected I could peer through the wall beyond Dolyn if I focused hard enough.
His gaze dipped to my mouth, and a trickle of heat slid through my fingertips from Ashley’s skin, a reaching out of sorts that wound its way through me, settling in my groin.
Lust, a desperate need, flooded my dick with blood, mutual desire waxing and waning in the air between us.
