Page 65 of Destined By Dragonblood
Up, up, up.
“Weeeee!” I called out like a kid and laughed even though my stomach churned.
A grumble sounded on my right, a sigh on my left.
My stomach fucking flipped.
“Gonna be sick.” I tried to warn them—I think?
Fire raced up my throat, and I coughed and spat, cursing the day I was born, groaning over how my knees ached where I knelt on tile.
The scent of lemons and bleach burned my nose.
I wiggled my feet in my socks beneath my backside.
Had I lost my shoes?
Rubbing my forearm across my lips made me aware I no longer wore a shirt.
“Are you okay?” Ashley’s soft voice sounded behind me.
I blinked my eyes somewhat clear.
A bathroom surrounded me. White porcelain in front of me. Sink to the right.
The toilet flushed.
“Here.” A warm, wet cloth rubbed over my mouth. Fingers combed through my hair, causing my eyes to slide shut.
Comfort flooded through me at her gentle touch, and I sighed, leaning into her. I sensed her disappointment, but couldn’t tell if it was because of what I’d done or that I couldn’t fuck in my current state. At least, I didn’t think I could?
“I drank too much,” I muttered.
“Understatement,” Dolyn snipped from somewhere, his annoyance itching my fingers to grasp his neck and push him to his knees before me.
I chuckled, but Ashley’s fingertips slid down my whiskered cheek. Warmth flooded my chest. “I can feel you in here.” I tapped my sternum then temple, my skin still numb. “Fucking love it. Soft and gentle. Arousing as fuck.”
Dolyn yanked me upright, but my legs noodled beneath me. The heat of his hand on my bare arm burned like fire and caused my dick to flex in my pants. “Let’s get you in my bed.”
“Mmm,” I hummed my agreement, leaning against his hard body, wanting to stretch like a languid cat in the need rolling off him. “I turn you on.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, boy.” I grabbed his bulge and squeezed.
A strangled groan sounded against my ear. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
“Nope.” My grin widened, and he tossed me like I didn’t weight over two hundred pounds. Softness met my backside, and I fought to bring the beast towering over me into focus while sinking down, down, down. “You’re a fucking animal,” I mumbled.
“You have no idea.” His growl barely registered.
Darkness closed in on me before I could order Ashley or Dolyn to suck me off.
Chapter 19
Dolyn
Drunk Vanni was almost amusing.
