Page 73 of Destined By Dragonblood
The voice didn’t send me down a path of panic like it had before. Instead, I listened. Chose to accept this new part of me. While it didn’t speak again, an instinctive urge to join the sleeping beauties who lay on top of the bedding sent me into motion.
Cock hard, I lay in front of Ashley without touching her satiny skin. Even though she wasn’t conscious, I could still somewhat feel her inside my head. She seemed content and peaceful, her mind quiet with sleep.
Dolyn emanated a similar restfulness I’d never sensed in him before. Sleeping Dolyn was definitely my favorite—nah. Nope. I liked him sassy and stubborn, challenging my authority while secretly lusting to drop to his knees for me.
My shaft bucked against my belly, and I released a slow and steady hissed exhale.
I didn’t want to rouse either of them, but the urge to touch controlled my body. I traced over Ashley’s arched eyebrow, along her cheekbone, and over parted lips. A trickle of energy radiated between us but not nearly as potent as Friday night.
Fuck, did I want to lick over her mouth, taste her on my tongue.
She stirred, blinking violet eyes open until she focused on my face. Her pupils swelled.
“Hi,” I whispered as that hazy connection between us woke as well.
A quiet hum from her accompanied a rush of feelings through my fingertips lingering on her lower lip.
Sleeping definitely lessened the emotional connection because desire suddenly slid between us like a living, breathing entity, needy as fuck.
I shifted closer, pushing her hair over her shoulder.
Dolyn’s arm lay between us, and a brush of my stomach against his skin caused a current to rush through my body same as it had Friday night.
The three of us were physically connected.
The vision of burning green fire like a vortex around three writhing bodies flashed in my head again, and I groaned, my lust so great I had to close my eyes to keep from spilling my release all over the bed.
Ashley moaned as though my desire roused hers further, pressing against me.
Dolyn shifted, his arm caressing along my skin before disappearing, taking the awareness of him with the movement.
I jerked my eyelids up.
He’d rolled onto his back, still sleeping.
Ashley nestled right into me, shifting one slender leg atop mine and higher until smooth skin cradled my hip. “Touch me, Master.”
A gush of pre-cum erupted from my cock onto her leg, and I cursed, sliding my hand between us to her core. Slickness coated my fingers.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, inches from her face.
Pupils blown, she stared at me. “Make me yours, Vanni.” She swallowed hard. “Please.”
Groaning, I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, all thoughts of still being buzzed and headaches long gone. The scent of vanilla and sex swarmed me, the softness of her skin, the tight clench around my fingers as they sunk into her heat.
She. Was. Delicious.
A five-course meal I lusted to gorge myself on.
Never had I wanted a woman more. Even my ex hadn’t instilled this kind of yearning for physical connection, intimacy of not just body but mind and soul. I licked into Ashley’s mouth, suckled on her tongue, and memorized the feel of her satiny flesh moving along mine as I finger fucked into her wet heat.
“More,” she whispered against my lips, grinding herself against my hand. “Need your cock in me. Please.”
Mine.
Fucking right, she was.
I pulled my fingers from her body and slid her closer until her slick pussy kissed the tip of my leaking cock.
