Page 14 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)
And Dakota...
The addictive tanginess of her desire filled my nose with every inhale. Would her folds be swollen and pink? Fragrant as a summer morning, full of life-giving nectar I was desperate to gather on my tongue, swallow, and claim as my own?
My saliva glands roused at the thought of licking between her thighs. Nibbling on her sensitive flesh. Dragon rumbling deep in my chest, I realized I needed to escape the draw to my mates before I took things too far, much too fast.
No—take.
“I believe I shall retire,” I said, standing suddenly as my dragon growled his displeasure at me. “Feel free to linger as long as you wish.”
Stay.
Feed and breed!
My neck hairs stood on end as I strode away, my beast’s desperate pleadings wrangled and tied up tight.
Body tingling with the need to taste and claim my fate, I hastened up the stairs and into the hallway intent on the privacy of my bedroom where I could find my own release, unsatisfying as it might be.
Jon’s shuddered sigh brought me up short, just out of sight of the downstairs.
“Yes,” he whispered, and I imagined Dakota’s hand trailing higher up his thigh, grasping his hard length through his shorts. “Just like that, baby.”
Silence fell for a few seconds, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. No bribe, monetary or physical outside of my mates, could have torn me from my spot in the middle of the hallway.
“Aw, fuck .” Jon groaned.
Had she pulled him free? Licked the pre-cum from his swollen cockhead?
I glanced over my shoulder, scales fighting to shimmer over my skin. I clenched my jaw to keep my true form from revealing itself and crept back until the back of the couch and their heads came into view from my high vantage point.
Dakota had leaned over Jon’s lap. I envied him and his hold on her hair as her head bobbed over him. Did she take him deep? Swallow around his sensitive glans?
Need .
I grasped at my own length through my shorts while wishing for a clearer view. My cock was hard and aching, same as Jon’s must be. I longed to plunge into Dakota, Jon’s shaft tucked alongside mine within the clutches of her tight heat.
Filling her full until she overflowed, seeping our combined seed from her body.
Yessss.
Lower lip between my teeth, I tugged down my shorts, tucking the waist band beneath my drawn-up balls. One hand cupping my sac, the other smearing my own pre-cum over my length, I fought off echoing the groans rising past Jon’s lips.
“Don’t want to come in your mouth,” he said, pulling her head up. He claimed her lips with his own, causing them both to moan.
Dakota’s hand took over where her tongue had left off, the flex of her arm within vision feeding my imagination while moving my own with the same rhythm. Down and up, swirl over the crown, thumb across the slit, and to the root once more with slickness.
Mouth still fused to hers, Jon pushed Dakota onto her back on the other side of the sectional, settling between her thighs. His torso and wide shoulders hid her from my hungry stare. His hand moved between them, causing Dakota to gasp against his lips.
“Your pussy is soaked for me.” He hummed his appreciation. “But I want your ass.”
“Yes.” Dakota whimpered the word, sending a shiver through me.
“Lube—”
“Don’t need it,” she rushed to say. “Just use the wetness from my pussy.”
Jon sat on his haunches abruptly and yanked her leggings off.
A heartbeat later, Dakota moaned.
The back of the couch hindered the erotic sight of whatever he did to her. “Let me prep you, baby.”
My cock throbbed as I imagined him stroking deep inside her sopping core, gathering her slick arousal.
She grunted. “Jon.”
“I know, baby.” His arm flexed as I imagined he worked her open to take his cock.
“I’m ready—hurry.”
He leaned over her. “Relax and let me in.” His perfect peach of an ass flexed.
“God!” Dakota’s cry clenched my balls.
My beast growled, clawing for release, attempting to shred my human form from the inside out. But I needed to stay in control—watch my beta fill our female and bring her release.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight.” Shorts resting beneath his flexing backside, Jon took his wife’s offering.
Like a true pervert, I stared and masturbated, every inch of my human flesh vibrating in desperation to keep my dragon contained.
Her cries spurred Jon on and hastened my sliding grip along my throbbing length. Her hands grasped at his shirt, his hair, and I squeezed my hardened balls.
“M-more, Jon.” Dakota’s legs shuddered around his waist as she gasped, a moan following seconds later. “Harder. Please. Want to feel you every time I sit for the next week.”
“Fuck, baby—the shit you say sometimes. Goddamn your ass is so fucking hot. Silky smooth.”
He grunted and groaned words of love, his hips pistoning toward her, his ass flexing with every thrust. The combined scent of their desire rose, filling my home with the most divine bouquet.
Dakota shrieked, and Jon captured her mouth, muffling the glorious music of her release. Seconds later, he followed, his low growl of her name tingling deep within my groin.
I bit down on my lip as my dragon roared. We overflowed my fist with the seed that was meant to mix with our beta’s, breeding our female mate.