Page 68 of Destined By Dragonblood
Taste.
Breed.
I shimmied Ashley’s pants and panties completely off her legs, and she lifted her feet to the bed’s edge.
Vanni grumbled in his sleep, but I couldn’t tear my focus off our female and how she bared herself to me.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, sliding a single finger over her damp, pink petals.
Ashley shifted, her hips seeking more contact. “Dolyn, please!”
I dipped into her slickness with a single fingertip and, cursing quietly, sank to my knees. I grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders.
Yessss.
My mouth watered, and I nipped the inside of her thigh. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Yes. Please.”
Skin pebbling, I placed a chaste kiss on her wet labia. So soft. I breathed her in, my eyes closing in absolute euphoria while sucking her essence off my lips. A long lick from her pucker to her clit coated my tongue with her sweet cream. I swallowed her arousal down, a growl rumbling in my chest.
She is perfection. Succulent and sweeter than any honey.
Ashley ran her fingers through my hair, yanking me back to where she needed me, and I gave her my tongue.
I was the first to taste her nectar straight from the source.
My chest swelled while licking her clean and probing for more.
Ours.
“Mmm,” I agreed and settled in to drink her down, toy with her flesh, until I wrung every last bit of pleasure from her body.
She writhed in my hold, trying to chase my mouth as I teased over her hardened nub, gentle flicks keeping her on edge but not allowing her to climax.
“Dolyn—more.” The tortured plea poured from her lips. “Please.” Her broken sob sounded like the sweetest symphony to my ears.
Take her. Own her body.
I ignored my other half and focused on bringing her pleasure.
Ashley ripped at my hair, whimpering senseless words, but our connection dictated my moves.
Latching my lips on her clit, I slid two fingers deep into her tight core.
She gasped, hips lifting.
My eyes rolled back into my head, my cock aching. Throbbing. Ball sac drawn up and tight.
“Oh…yes. Yes!” Ashley’s back bowed, her thighs clamping tight against my head. Her core sucked around my fingers in milking pulses, her cum dribbling over my knuckles. I lapped around her entrance, gently fucking her through her climax, devouring every drop she gifted me. Swallowing ensured a part of her would always be with me.
“Need—you.” She gasped and shuddered, coming down from her high but evidently not finished.
“What, my female? Name it, and it’s yours.” My voice was ragged with desire.
She scooted around, still on her back, feet against our snoring beta, her head hanging over the bed’s edge. A beckoning of her fingers explained and enticed me to obey her command.
“Fuck.” I stood, grabbing hold of my cock in a death grip. If she drank her alpha’s cum, she would grow desperate for more, addicted to our life-giving seed.
