Page 77 of Destined By Dragonblood
Still, I grinned while narrowing my gaze. “It’ll be the other way around—I promise you that.”
He shivered, the unrest inside him thick like billowing smoke between us.
“Next time, I’m going to spurt every drop of cum in my balls into her throat, and she’s going to beg for more.”
“No.” His word, like a whimper, furrowed my brow, but Ashley rolled, reaching to thread her clean fingers with his, bringing awareness of him back full force as the three of us connected.
“Are you all right?” she asked him even though she had to feel what I did.
He hovered on the edge of a chasm in his mind.
Dolyn nodded, a blatant lie that dictated I beat his ass.
I could sense Ashley’s concern over his fib and hated how it made the pleasure of her release fade. “You’ve smashed down your walls in so many ways,” I said, pulling her face toward me, needing to keep her riding her high a little longer. “I’m so damned proud of you, sweetheart.”
A heavy sigh rested her onto the mattress, and I gathered her into my arms away from Dolyn, where his emotions couldn’t touch us as potently.
Dolyn slid off the bed, heading for the bathroom. Every flex of his ass was like a goddamn shot of adrenaline to my system. I wanted to bury balls-deep in his tight hole, dig my fingers into his flesh, bite into his neck and ride him until we both roared.
The vivid image of the dragon I’d dreamed about flashed in my mind, stealing my breath and killing the semi I’d begun to sport.
Fucking dragonblood.
Blood Born.
Other-fucking-worldly.
What the hell had I gotten myself into? Some weird alien shit? Fucking Twilight Zone?
“Yes,” Ashley whispered, drawing my focus off Dolyn.
“Yes, what?”
“Dragonblood. Otherworldly.”
My brow furrowed. “Did I mutter that out loud?”
“No. I...felt some of your thoughts. In here.” She laid a hand over her chest.
I breathed in and out, steadily and quietly as the bathroom door clicked shut behind Dolyn. “This is real? Everything he said?”
“Yes.”
“He’s not wholly human?”
Ashley shook her head, biting back a smile even though her eyelids grew heavy. “None of us are, but I’ll tell you all about it later. Promise. Right now, I just need to sleep.”
“The bed is wet. You’re leaking.”
“Don’t care,” she muttered, snuggling against my chest.
My focus fell to her twitching lips as I soothed my hand along her spine. “You tasted my spunk, Ash.”
“So good.” She hummed. “Tingly on my tongue.” A soft sigh ghosted over my chest, her breaths evening out. That strong, weird cord between us grew quiet, numbed by sleep.
Dolyn came out of the bathroom, towel in hand. He refused to look at me, jaw flexed, shoulders high around his ears.
Could he feel how badly I lusted for him? I wanted his cock up her ass, a mere thin wall of Ashley between our thrusting dicks. I needed him buried alongside me, shooting cum against her womb when I did.
