Page 50 of Destined By Dragonblood
The scent of fire, smoke, and sex flooded my nose, and my gaze landed on Dolyn across the room. He sat in a leather chair, hands gripping the armrests. Cops flanked him, both with firm grips on his shoulders. As with when we’d first made eye contact in the coffee shop, golden fire swirled in the depths of his orbs, terrifying yet beautiful.
Mine.
The same word whispered in my brain, and even though I didn’t understand where the voice originated from, I knew without a doubt my instincts spoke truth.
“Who are you really, Dolyn Kemmerly?” I whispered, starting toward him, but Vanni tightened his hold on my arm, keeping me at a distance.
Longing beyond sexual gratification filled Dolyn’s eyes. “I’m your mate.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dolyn, enough of this nonsense,” Vanni muttered.
“Miss O’Connor?”
I jerked my head toward the voice to find a third cop stood on my right. “Yes?”
“Can you tell us what is going on here? Mr. DiLoreto’s bodyguard informed us that Mr. Kemmerly has been stalking you?”
“I…” I glanced back at Dolyn to find his stare unchanged.
The trauma of my past screamed I request they take him away. A deeper part of me needed everyone gone—but him and Vanni, the three of us writhing on the floor in a tangle of limbs and grasping hands.
A vivid vision of us entwined so fully I couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended flashed in my mind, catching my breath.
Thighs clenching together and core pulsing, I blinked away the fantasy and glanced up at Vanni. He would be horrified, perhaps heartbroken over my desire to be with them both at the same time.
Vanni stared at Dolyn, but I couldn’t read his thoughts. Eyes shuttered behind the mask of Dom, Master Vanni didn’t reveal a single thing about what was going through his mind.
I refused to hurt him, but I also couldn’t allow Dolyn to be taken away before I had answers to all the growing questions in my mind.
“There has been a misunderstanding,” I said to the cop, hoping my wobbly smile appeared genuine. “Dolyn is…he’s an acquaintance of mine. I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have invited him here tonight without Master Vanni’s permission.”
Rarely did an outright lie pass my lips, but I had no other option.
I glanced up at Vanni to find his focus on me, eyes softer, almost as though he understood my dilemma.
“Mr. DiLoreto, do you wish to press charges?” the cop alongside us asked.
He studied me quietly as my pulse thumped in my ears. I held my breath.
“No,” he finally said, and my body sagged, tension leaking from me on my exhale. Vanni released his hold on my arm, another show of trust.
Voices muttered as the two cops left Dolyn’s side, but I shut them out while slowly approaching my stalker.
Who was he really? Why did I feel as though I knew him, as though we belonged to each other as the voice inside me and his own rumbling one had declared?
The office door snicked shut, but I didn’t turn to see who all had left.
Master Vanni had given me space, but I could sense him behind me, could still smell his delicious musk.
I peered into golden eyes, sensing a giant crack in the earth had opened up before me. I stood on the edge of something that called to the deepest part of my heart and soul.
“Tell me the truth, Dolyn,” I whispered, itching to reach out and caress his face. “What is this between us? This…longing to be close to you? The deep unrest you’ve roused to life inside me that seems unquenchable, something I can’t even put a name to?”
Dolyn studied me in silence before his gaze softened from pure need to gentle assurance. “I am your fated mate, your alpha. I am a shape-shifter, one of two remaining full Blood Born left on this earth.”
I blinked and burst into laughter. “You’re what?”
“Dragonblood—same as you.”
