Page 64 of Destined By Dragonblood
“My place.”
Fuck me, he smelled divine. I ran my nose along the warmth of his neck, groaning from another ooze of spunk in my pants. “Mmm. Gonna let me fuck your ass, boy?” I murmured against his ear. “I’m leaking so goddamned much I won’t need lube to push into your tight hole.”
“Shut the fuck up, Vanni,” Dolyn growled, hailing a cab. Or was he waving at the people across the busy street?
I lifted a hand at them too, grinning.
Blinking, I found myself squished between Dolyn and Ashley on the backseat of… I looked around, my vision swimming. Not a limo, that was for goddamned sure. Rancid onions overpowered the sweetness and brimstone of my mates.
Mates.
I barked a laugh even though the word made me think of Dolyn on all fours like a dog while I made him mine.
“Gonna fuck you, Dolyn,” I said, tipping my head back against the car seat as my eyelids slammed shut. “And you’re gonna like it—and beg for more.”
Ashley panted beside me, her arousal making my mouth water.
Or was the whiskey I’d downed all afternoon ready to erupt from my esophagus?
Dolyn simmered like a rage-filled tension rod on my other side. Fuck, did I want to break him.
Our female would watch and get off. Then we would love on her. Penetrate her together. Fill her. Flood her womb with our seed.
I groaned, grabbing hold of my leaking cock. “I’m soaked, and it’s all your fault. Fuck.”
Someone cleared their throat.
Swirling thoughts and feelings wove together in my head, and I couldn’t tell which were mine, if any of them. The memory of satiny, slick flesh, slick slid through my brain.
“Ashley?” I groaned, squeezing my junk.
“What?”
“You let me touch you when we scened.”
“Yes,” she whispered, and heat swelled inside my chest.
“I made you come so hard.” My words slurred, and I blinked into focus the hand I lifted. “Sucked your cream off my thumb.” I wiggled the digit. “You’re so sweet, Ash.”
“We can talk once you’re sober, Vanni.” Her attempt to sound bossy made my cock buck.
“Mmm.” I stroked myself lazily as we rolled, rolled, rolled along the road.
Dolyn grabbed my wrist. “Calm the fuck down,” he growled close to my ear. “We are not alone.”
“Don’t give a shit. Got an exhibition kink.” I grabbed my balls with my other hand and squeezed. “Touch me, Ash. Touch your master.”
“Vanni!”
I grinned at her hissed admonishment. “She has a backbone, Dolyn.” I tried to peel my eyelids open to look at her but only managed to flop my head to the side. “What a perfect angel you are. So soft. I’ve been craving to drink your sweet cum straight from between your thighs.”
Someone coughed, and the motion beneath me stopped.
I blinked but couldn’t make out shit through the watery colors in front of my face.
My feet swayed.
We took another ride.
