Page 81 of Destined By Dragonblood
We both cursed quietly at the echoing voices and the reminder of how old the Blood Born were. There was so much we didn’t know about the species we belonged to.
Vanni’s narrowed gaze lingered on the sliding door’s view. “Grand Tetons,” he muttered, shifting me a little closer. His semi dug into my hip, his flesh warm and damp.
I stared at his length, remembering the sweetness of his cum and wondering why the need for more kept me in a constant state of desperation for another taste. My desire for Dolyn rose in equal measure, and pain pinged my chest while tingles of awareness raised the hair on my arms.
“I can smell your want.”
I jerked my head up, so far lost in conflicting feelings that I’d lost touch of the energy sharing Vanni’s thoughts. “You can?”
He breathed deep, his wide chest swelling, his brow smoothing, and a cocky smirk lifting his lips higher. “You can’t get enough of me.”
I shook my head as a shiver raced over me.
“You want me to hold you down and spank your pretty little ass red while you fantasize about Dolyn submitting to me, don’t you?”
I wished Vanni would erase my mind for a while, and he was well aware of that fact too.
He shifted me from his lap to stand, took the coffee mug and cell from me, and set them aside. Leaning over me, he placed his hands on the back of the couch beside my head. Fire licked at my skin as darkness swirled in his pupils. “You want the sting of my flogger. The bite of my cane. But you need my seed on your tongue.”
My backside squirmed on the couch beneath me, and my thighs fell open in invitation. “Please, Master. I’m so hungry for you.”
“Mmm.” Vanni tipped his head to the side as his gaze traveled down my neck to my pebbled nipples. “You ought to get these pierced,” he said and flicked one hardened nub with his tongue, “so I can tug the rings with my teeth. Give you the kind of ache in your clit that you crave.”
I grabbed hold of his head to keep his lips and teeth against my sensitive buds.
Without preamble, Vanni shoved two fingers inside my sopping core, biting hard on my breast.
My climax ripped the air from my lungs, unexpected and with the force of one long denied, even though it had only been hours since he’d been inside me. “Master—Vanni!” I cried out, back arching, pulses wracking through my pussy.
He thrust deep into me, curling and stroking, prolonging my pleasure until I lay spent.
I whimpered when he removed his touch from me, staring at him as he licked his fingers clean.
“So delicious.”
One last spasm rippled through me at his rumbled words, and my focus dropped to his other hand stroking down his slick cock. I sat forward, greedily taking him into my mouth before he could voice the order he planned.
“The fuck is wrong with us?” Vanni muttered on a groan while bottoming out against the back of my throat.
Dragonblood.
He hesitated briefly as the truth played, echoing between our minds. “Otherworldly bullshit.” He thrust, stabbing into my throat with ease. “Goddamned—fucking perfect. Love it. Can’t. Get. Enough.”
His seed shot straight into my belly, warm and delicious.
I moaned around my mouthful of his cock, my throat accepting all of him as though I’d been created to service him.
“Fucking hell,” Vanni bit out the words, milking one last spurt onto my waiting tongue. “Swallow.”
I did as told. Licked my lips and sent that last bit of his essence where it belonged with the rest. Humming my happiness, I slumped onto the couch, sated even though between my thighs felt too empty.
“Ash.” He choked on my name and stretched out beside me, gathering me into his arms again.
The scent of sex, sweaty male, and remnants of Dolyn’s cedar lay thick in my nose. My chest ached with the kind of pain that didn’t bring pleasure. “Where do you think he went?”
“Don’t know. I’m sober and can’t get a sense of him, so he’s definitely not nearby.”
“We need to track him down.”
