Page 97 of Destined By Dragonblood
“What?” he asked on a heavy sigh.
“Fucked a man or ever wanted to be fucked by one?”
“Yes, and yes.” He bit the words out as though annoyed, but all I sensed was lingering satisfaction and a hint of unease.
“Hmm.” I narrowed my gaze, searching for the outline of his face in the dark. “My mate has given the gift of his virginity to someone other than me.”
“Fuck off, Vanni.”
“I am,” I said with a lazy grin, gripping my dick harder, smearing the pre-cum beading at the head.
“Fuck.” Dolyn’s mutter widened my smile.
“Want a taste?” A few more muttered curses sounded in the darkness around us, Dolyn’s discomfort intensifying. “Something you need to tell me, boy?”
He growled.
“Unlike your granddaughter, I’m not a mind reader, so how about you fill me in on why you have such an aversion to my cum.”
“I don’t desire it.”
He lied, but I would get the truth out of him eventually. Tonight, I didn’t have enough brain cells or vigor to punish his ass as I’d promised myself I would do once we’d located him.
“Did you like having your ass filled?” I asked instead.
“Yes.” At least he hadn’t hesitated with that truth. An echo hissed through my ears, and I wondered if our beasts could communicate more clearly than our human halves could hear in our heads.
“You’ll like my cock in your ass ten times better,” I stated with absolute assurance, stroking to my base.
Dolyn snorted and rolled onto his back. “Cocky son of a bitch,” he grumbled to himself.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” My balls tightened, and I considered ordering him to finish me off. I peered in the darkness and could just make out the line of his wide shoulders to the dip of his waist. Need radiated off him like a heater, enticing and warm. “I can feel your desire for me, Dolyn.”
He huffed a breath.
“Don’t bother denying it. Your lust is potent and heady as fuck.”
“Blow your damned load and go to sleep already,” he stated sternly as though fed up, even as the scent of his arousal snuck up my nose.
I snickered and jerked harder, tugging upward and slamming my grip down to my base. “What is it about you that turns me on so much, hmm, Dolyn?” I gathered more pre-cum oozing from my crown and thrust back up through my harsh grip, the sound of me fucking my fist wet and sloppy. “Your tight, round ass looks like it could take a lot of cane marks before I shove so damn deep inside you lose your breath.”
Dolyn’s low groan pushed me over the edge, and I swore as ropes of cum shot up over my abs.
Three climaxes in a matter of an hour, but at least this final one wasn’t a gushing flood of spunk.
This awakened dragonblood thing was the shit though. I’d never come so much and so hard in all my years.
“Goddamn.” I gasped and milked the last spurts of cum from my dick. “Just the thought of fucking you tips me over the edge. Can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel when you finally give in and let me shove my dick up your tight pucker. Gonna make it hurt so good.”
He muttered a few more curses, and material landed on my chest. “Clean yourself and go to sleep,” he hissed at me even as I imagined his cock bucked and leaked for release.
Chuckling, I actually obeyed my beta’s command, and as I slipped into much needed rest, I realized I’d never been so happy in my life.
I woke to Ashley’s lips wrapped around my cock, same as every morning since sharing a bed at Dolyn’s suite back in New York. How many times had I shot my cum down her throat? She salivated for it. Begged, even while in the SUV from the airport to Jackson Hole.
With a groan, I grabbed hold of her head and held her still while fucking up into her lush mouth, jamming into her throat.
No admonishment of my roughness rose from the other side of the bed, and I glanced over. The lantern glowed softly from the bed stand, revealing Dolyn had gone.
