Page 72 of Destined By Dragonblood
Female moans caressed my ears, drawing me away from darkness around the beast, and I went willingly. Desire, potent as what I felt for the beast, led me toward light.
I blinked in the glow of a lamp atop the bed stand beside where I sprawled. The mattress, while soft, wasn’t mine.
My head fucking pounded, and my mouth tasted like the bottom of a trash can.
The bed shifted.
Soft warmth pressed against my side, and the scent of vanilla and burning embers wafted past my nose, making my aching cock throb.
“Fuck,” I rasped and grabbed hold of my junk. I still wore slacks.
Another feminine moan, more like a sigh slid over my ears, pulling my head toward my left.
Ashley slept curled up beside me.
A bulk of golden skin and muscle lay behind her.
Dolyn.
Pre-cum oozed from my slit, and cursing, I carefully shoved off my pants until I lay as naked as the two in the bed with me.
Talk about a dream come true.
And my head, while hurting like hell, was quiet. Fucking silence between my ears.
Had the whiskey cured me of that damned voice that had come to life on Friday night? I’d done nothing but drink since then to be rid of it.
I grimaced at the rancid taste in my mouth. No doubt, the rest of me smelled as bad as my breath. I remembered sitting at the bar around lunchtime, and here it was a solid twelve, if not more, hours later.
Darkness lay behind the pulled blinds, and a shift onto an elbow and a glance across Dolyn’s massive body revealed a clock on the far bed stand.
Two in the morning.
I lay back down and rubbed a hand over my gritty eyes. Goddamnit, I was going to be absolute shit for the next forty-eight hours from how much I had poisoned my liver. Heaving an exhale, I slid from the bed to find I wasn’t yet completely sober. We weren’t in a hotel either.
Dolyn’s place, most likely.
I staggered into a bathroom that looked vaguely familiar from earlier in the night. Emptying my bladder, I peered around, taking note of the marble flooring and walls, high-quality towels similar to mine, and the fancy-as-fuck sink. Took me awhile to figure the thing turned on by touch.
I washed my hands and used my finger to scrub my teeth with toothpaste I found in the vanity’s top drawer.
Feeling somewhat more human—I snorted a laugh at that one—I returned to the bedroom.
Ashley still curled up like a cute kitten. Dolyn cradled her backside, his arm now over her waist in a possessive hold. Dark and light, they were a perfect combination of everything I thought I would never want again.
A threesome.
My stomach should have churned, my flight instinct kicked in, sending me running in the opposite direction. But a longing deep in my bones that I didn’t recognize or understand kept me rooted in place. I didn’t question the sense of rightness easing through my chest that I rubbed without realizing. Brow furrowed, I simply accepted the desire and life welling up inside me.
Dolyn’s mouth parted in sleep, his face relaxed for the first time since I’d set eyes on him in my club. The sight of him alone made my cock perk up, and I lazily stroked my hard-on that hadn’t relented. My gaze flicked between the two I wanted to be my lovers for who the fuck knew how long.
Forever?
I hadn’t thought a future outside my ex could exist.
Could I be vulnerable and open myself up fully to these two seemingly perfect submissives fate tempted me with?
Yessss.
