Page 52 of Destined By Dragonblood
My abs tensed, balls tightening.
Ashley shifted, breaking the moment.
Dolyn and I both gave her our undivided attention, and I threaded my fingers thoroughly with hers to hopefully help ground her emotions when she came fully to. He shifted her in his arms, sighing as she blinked her eyes open.
“Dolyn,” she murmured, her pupils dilating and pulse beginning to thrum in her neck. She went lax against him when not so long ago, she would have been scrambling away from the near-stranger holding her.
She wanted him, and that truth made my chest ache in memory of the hard lesson I’d learned a decade earlier.
Before I could untangle my fingers from hers, Dolyn cupped her cheek, palm resting fully against her skin, linking all three of us through direct contact.
A zap shot through me, burning like fire, jagged as shards of glass.
The breath ripped from my lungs. That sense of connection I’d felt seconds earlier intensified. I could fucking feel Dolyn in my head as though Ashley acted as a conduit between us.
His heart beat in time with mine…a whispering echo deeper in his core humming its approval.
A sense of Ashley’s peace trickled in, soothing and sweet, when she should have been freaking the fuck out like I should have been doing. Her desire for both Dolyn and me followed on its heels, assuring me I would never have to fear her abandoning my heart for his.
While my eyes welled with tears, a prickling of my skin caused my stomach to tighten.
Who was this man that he affected her and me in this way?
“Otherworldly” flitted through my brain again as his words about dragonblood echoed through my mind.
Yessss.
I ripped my hand off Ashley’s, but the hissing assurance Dolyn spoke truth had come from within me not through our connection.
We were no longer touching, but whatever funky voodoo Dolyn had done while the three of us had been in physical contact with each other lingered. While less in potency, I could sense them both as if some sort of residual energy of theirs had attached itself to my cells.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” I spat through clenched teeth.
Dolyn peered at me, brow furrowing as though he hadn’t felt the same goddamned thing.
I had to get us from this creep who fit my sadistic side like a glove and turned my cock to granite. “Ash.” I grabbed hold of her hand again.
The strength of our connection snapped back into place, and Dolyn’s thoughts hazily flooded my brain, taking mine along for the ride.
A vision of him settled between her thighs made my cock buck in its tight prison. I saw my cane marks on his ass as he flexed, burying himself deep inside her pussy I’d been the only one to touch in over a dozen years.
A similar darkness to Dolyn’s center roused inside me when I remembered the satiny folds of her tender skin sucking in my thumb while I’d played with her clit. But I wanted to sink into her slick sheath alongside his cock, filling her at the same time, flooding her with our seed.
Another vision flooded my brain of thrusting into Dolyn’s ass while he fucked her, green fire flaring around us like a vortex of passion that would bind us forever.
“No,” he hissed over our shared fantasy, but I was too far gone in understanding how the three of us would fit together.
Dolyn would be the bridge between Ashley and I, the channel of our emotions, our pleasure. He would flood her womb while I emptied my balls deep in his guts, marking him as mine.
Yessss.
The echo caused my balls to draw up tight, pulling me out of the fantasy.
I squeezed my junk to keep from blowing my load, groaning through my clenched teeth at the ache in my groin.
Dolyn stared at me, pupils blown, showing his teeth and growling.
He hated how we fit perfectly together and longed to exert his dominance, but I didn’t doubt what I’d seen. The darker part of him lusted for what had played in my mind. Dolyn fought an inner battle, and I wanted to devour his lips. Hold him down and fuck his ass until he submitted and begged for relief.
