Page 11 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

I clutched the spines of a dark dragon as we soared through the air, the wind whipping my hair behind me.

Rather than laughter bursting past my lips, I moaned, every shift of my hips rubbing my bare pussy and clit against warm scales.

Riding the beast took me to the edge of a climax that would pitch me so far into oblivion I fought against my impending doom.

My breath caught. Body quivered. My toes tingled as my release rose upward, rushing toward the massive need deep inside of me. I should have fallen and been swept up in the vortex of the wind, lust, and euphoria awaiting me...

I opened my eyes.

The bamboo sheets of Elijah’s guest bed tangled around my legs. I reached for Jon, so damn aroused a mere flick of my clit would send my pussy into spasms as it had before I’d fallen asleep.

The bed beside me felt cold to the touch.

“Jon?” I called hoarsely, lifting my head, hoping like hell he would be up for another round to sate the ungodly need storming inside me.

The room sat empty, the door to the bathroom open and revealing darkness beyond.

A brief moment of panic caught my breath.

Had he left me? Made love to me one last time before taking off because I lusted after another man? My throat thickened and eyes stung.

Jon’s backpack sat by the door, his sweatshirt thrown over the back of a chair.

He was still here. Somewhere.

Expelling a huge breath, I let my head fall back to the pillow.

He hadn’t seemed upset by my traitorous body, but Jon had always acted carefree, arrogant almost, around others.

As if nothing in the world bothered him, when I knew the skeletons in his closet and loved him even more because of them.

Was he putting on a front? Hiding pain I had caused him?

I chewed on the inside of my lip, sure his eyes and smile hadn’t lied.

He’d worshiped my body earlier. There was no possible way he’d faked the emotion on his face while filling me. My core pulsed with the desire for another dose of dick but for more than my husband’s.

Mind racing and stomach unsettled by my thoughts, I climbed off the bed, needing to move.

Our combined cum from before napping sliding down my thighs.

“Damn.” I frowned and cupped myself while awkwardly walking to the bathroom.

“You’d think he hadn’t come in two weeks rather than two hours.

” Shaking my head at the amount of Jon’s semen leaking from me, I sat on the toilet, my arousal easing slightly.

Cleaned up but still naked, I meandered back into the bedroom, hands on my hips. Hunger clenched my stomach, and a glance out the window revealed it had to be past our usual suppertime.

How long had I slept?

Sex twice in one day and still feeling decidedly naughty, I didn’t bother pulling on panties but went straight for the only pair of clean leggings I had left. I strapped the girls into a bra, however, since I wasn’t about to reveal to the world for one more minute what our host did to my libido.

Neither man sat in the living room or kitchen, but the thump of music spilled from the ajar door beneath the stairs leading to the lower reaches of Elijah’s home. I pulled it open, the warm light beckoning me deeper from the top tread.

Another stairwell with magical lights enticed me downward.

A similar hewn cavern lay at the bottom but less than half the size of the kitchen area.

The door on the right stood open spilling a Nine Inch Nails song, its beat one Jon and I had fucked to plenty of times.

Heavy breathing and grunts reached my ears—and immediately a jolt of lust shot between my thighs.

My mind having a heyday over thoughts of Jon and Elijah tangled together, I hurried across the smooth stone floor, my bare feet silent.

Fingers itching for the camera still buried in my bag, I peeked through the slightly ajar door.

A workout room lay beyond but didn’t reveal anything sexual.

My breath left in a rush as I realized I had hoped to see the opposite.

I wanted to catch Jon’s hands on Elijah and vice versa. I also lusted to be between them, all three of us a tangle of legs and arms and grasping hands.

Face hot and heart pounding over the image in my head, I filled my gaze with the two men doing dumbbell curls.

They stood with their backs to me. One blond and wearing a sweat-stained T-shirt, the other dark-haired, the bare skin of his torso on display.

Both had broad shoulders and were ripped enough to flood any hot-blooded woman’s mouth with a rush of drool.

Muscles flexed in their upper arms and shoulders. Tight asses clenched beneath thin cotton.

I would never be able to hear that damned song again without imagining a sweaty, man-on-man sandwich with me squashed between. I also should have worn the panties as wetness smeared against the cotton lining of my leggings.

Elijah was the first to put down his dumbbells and turn as though he’d felt my hidden presence and stare.

Our gazes collided, and I found my lips parting but unable to form a word. A sheen of sweat covered his cut chest and matted the spattering of black hair. The happy trail of a lifetime cut between those lush muscles that created a V at his hips and disappeared beneath his low-slung shorts.

My mouth dried.

“Dakota.”

Caught in the act of lusting, I jerked my head toward Jon, expecting the worst. Heat flushed through me from head to toes.

His dimpled smile melted my damn heart and allowed me to draw a breath.

He had to know what Elijah did to me. Hell, there was no way to hide our host turned me on, and same as earlier, Jon acted as though he didn’t care. Then again, perhaps his own guilt over being all hot and bothered by Elijah swayed his emotional response.

Unsettled by the energy between us, the shame, and the longing for Jon’s cock—again—caused such a shitstorm in my brain, I couldn’t think straight.

“There’s too much testosterone in this room for me,” I said with a breathless laugh, trying like hell to keep from fidgeting and making the moment even more awkward.

One of Elijah’s eyebrows popped up, and he glanced over at Jon. I did the same to find him still grinning at me.

“How’d you sleep?” my husband asked.

“G-good.” I returned his smile, but it wobbled as I glanced at Elijah again. “I dreamed about a dragon.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, reheating my face as the vivid images of riding the beast swept through my head.

Soaked, rubbing against its warm body, my arousal coating its scales...

My pulse thrummed, and I licked my lower lip while forcing my attention back on Jon. “I—I’m going to heat up a can of stew,” I stumbled hastily to get the words out. “Do you want some?” I ran my hands down my thighs, my skin itching for someone else’s touch.

“I already planned to prepare something for dinner,” Elijah said, his low, sexy voice pulling my focus again. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“Thank you.” If my body didn’t betray me, my needy voice sure as hell just had.

Elijah didn’t return my strained smile but continued to stare at me with an intensity that weakened my knees.

Mumbling something about needing a drink, I spun and hightailed it back up the stairs on wobbly legs. Jon’s quick footfalls sounded behind me, but I didn’t stop until I stood in the kitchen.

He wrapped his sweaty arms around me and nuzzled my neck as though he was starved for affection. “You wear the rumpled, I’ve-just-been-fucked look so damn well, baby. I want to sink into your sweet pussy again.”

I sagged into his embrace with a sigh as he licked from my collarbone to my ear.

“Pretty sure Elijah was thinking the same damn thing,” Jon whispered. I tensed to pull away, but he tightened his hold on me. “The man has good taste.” He suckled my lobe into his hot mouth, and a shiver of goose bumps rose across my arms.

Rather than question his lack of jealousy over another man wanting me, I breathed a partial sigh of relief. If only I could turn my body off toward Elijah, we might be okay.

“You wear the post-workout body damn well,” I said, my voice still loaded with arousal.

“Mmm.” Jon nuzzled my neck again. “What about Elijah?”

My heart stalled out, and I swallowed hard. “E-Elijah?”

“Mmm,” Jon murmured again, his tongue flicking my ear. “All that hard muscle. Dripping sweat...”

“He’s all right, I suppose,” I managed past the quaking in my stomach.

“Just all right?” Jon chuckled and grasped my chin, turning my head toward him. Rather than anger burning in his crystal blue eyes, a whole lot of lust leaked from his steady gaze and liquified my bones. “Admit it. The man is hot as fuck.”

“The man is hot as fuck,” I echoed on autopilot, my voice a mere whisper.

Jon captured my mouth with a ferocity I hadn’t felt from him since we’d first started fooling around. His tongue swept into my mouth, laying claim to what already belonged to him. I hadn’t admitted jack shit—I’d only echoed his words out of surprise at the factual tone he’d used.

Jon thought Elijah was hot as fuck.

I moaned against my husband’s mouth, lifting my hands up to grasp his unbound hair. Damp strands stuck to my fingers, and I held tighter as he slid one hand over my front to cup me through my leggings.

“You’re soaked,” he said against my mouth.

Murmuring my agreement, I rubbed against his hand, seeking the release I’d wanted upon waking.

The thought Elijah might climb the stairs behind us and catch us in a lust-crazed embrace only made me burn hotter.

“Touch me, Jon,” I whimpered my plea while yanking on his hair.

He worked his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings and groaned. “No panties.”

Freshly shaven, my body didn’t hinder his fingertips as they glided down over my pelvis. My swollen clit throbbed, and I gasped as he grazed over the nub. He thrust two fingers deep inside me, and I pressed against him with a desperate whimper. “More.”

Jon pulled his fingers out and plunged deep, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing.

That doom, that edge of euphoria crashed into me like a tidal wave, and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. A deep moan rose, but Jon captured my mouth again, swallowing what was left of my release.

Feet shuffled up the stairs, and Jon slipped his soaked hand from my leggings. Panting and trembling, I held onto the island and slid onto a stool as Elijah’s large frame filled the doorway. He glanced at my heated face then at Jon, who smiled at me and sucked his fingers clean one by one.

Holy fuck.

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.