Page 19 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

E lijah hadn’t just left his phone number on the counter—he’d set a couple of hundred-dollar bills there as well.

“Maybe we ought to head to civilization and party today,” I said with a laugh while thumbing through the Benjamin Franklins.

We’d visited the hot springs as Jon had suggested but hadn’t burned the roof down.

Unlike I’d expected, we didn’t have sex in the steaming water but sat and conversed about the normal issues as we’d done so easily before meeting Elijah.

Our future.

Having the children we both longed for.

Him finding a job first so he could properly provide for us.

The topic of Elijah himself, neither of us touched with a ten-foot pole. It was obvious we both skirted what immediately bothered us, and while I knew a simple spilling of our thoughts would clear the air or at least give us a path forward together, I weirdly wasn’t able to discuss it.

Fantasy bordered on reality. Dreams in wakefulness and while asleep alike silenced my tongue.

It was as though something outside our control, some greater power demanded we both work through our issues as individuals for a change, that no outside influence—even each other—would be tolerated in deciding our individual fate.

The lack of Elijah’s presence eased some of the tension in my shoulders, but hints of his alluring aura and energy remained behind. My libido lingered on edge, making me continue to long for what I shouldn’t.

“You really want to go out for the day?” Jon asked, pulling open the fridge.

The idea of leaving Elijah’s home made me squeamish for some reason. “No. Not really.”

He handed me a beer, and we twisted the caps off and clinked the bottles together. His blue eyes twinkled down at me as he flashed his dimples. “Let’s get drunk and break in every piece of his furniture.”

“Probably doesn’t get much action,” I mused quietly, feeling sorry for our host but not so much it killed the mood. Add in the remnants of Elijah’s brimstone smell that clung to everything in his cave-like house, and I was insatiable.

“Probably not.”

I held Jon’s gaze while taking a big swig. “Kitchen table first?” I asked, one brow raised, my body primed and ready for him when we’d have been better off sharing words rather than bodily fluids.

“After that, I’m bending you over the couch,” he promised, heat kindling in his eyes and causing my pussy to pulse.

I swallowed another mouthful of the bitter hops, humming my agreement.

“Then we can christen where he and I were lifting weights?—”

“And every other room we find behind closed doors,” I tacked on, some strange part of me wanting to cover Elijah’s belongings with Jon’s and my scent.

“What if they’re locked?” Jon asked, his grin infectious.

“Maybe those keys will let us in,” I said, raising my beer and nodding toward the ring of them Jon had tossed on the counter.

“Maybe.”

We downed our beers, and Jon grabbed us a second cold bottle each. Another cheers, and we mentioned the wine cellar and the front seat of the Humvee for our future sex-capades since we didn’t have much else to do and we both were feeling the horniest of our lives.

“What about his bed?” I blurted a sudden thought and slapped a hand over my mouth, snickering and cursing in my head at the same time.

One of Jon’s eyebrows cocked upward, a hint of mischievous devil in his eyes. “Think he would know if we did?”

I shrugged, believing if he did find out, he’d probably jerk off to fantasies of us fucking where he lay every night.

“Who cares?” I said, a breathless bundle of hormones while hopping up onto the island ready to get started.

“Come here.” Setting my nearly empty second bottle of beer aside, I reached for Jon, snagging his T-shirt in my fist.

“I need to do some laundry,” I said, nuzzling my nose against his hard, warm chest and breathing in Elijah as well as my husband.

“Later,” he said gently pushing me back enough he could pull my shirt off overhead.

“And no damn bras or panties while he’s gone either.

” He cupped my throbbing core through my leggings.

“I want this pussy available to me all day, every day. Pulsing around my cock after I give it the lovin’ it’s so damned wet for. ”

“God, ye?—”

He swallowed the ending of my word with his mouth crushed to mine, and we began our plan to fuck our way through Elijah’s house.

I had wrapped my legs around Jon as he’d carried me to the living room. He’d lifted me off his hard shaft, spun me around, pushed me down over the edge of the couch where Elijah’s head had rested, and fucked into me so damn hard we’d jostled the couch out of its place.

Elijah’s scent had swarmed my nose as it pressed against the leather, the thought of him being there with us, shoving his cock down my throat making me come harder than ever before.

Mind on replay of that euphoric climax it took a good half hour to recover from, I tossed our laundry into Elijah’s washer. I’d stolen the clothes Jon had worn while he lay sprawled on the couch butt naked, flicking through the few TV channels Elijah’s satellite offered.

Since I wasn’t allowed a bra or panties, I’d told Jon he couldn’t wear clothing—at all. If my pussy had to be accessible at all times, his cock had to be a hand or mouthful away, no hindrances.

He’d agreed without question, making both of us burst into carefree laughter like we used to do before Jon had lost his job and the world had seemed to crash down on him.

Eyeing one of Elijah’s button-down shirts hanging nearby, I pulled off the tee I’d had on earlier and donned to gather our laundry and tossed it into the wash as well. After starting the wash, I pulled Elijah’s shirt off the hanger and buried my nose against the expensive fabric.

God.

A whimper rose past my lips.

It smelled like him. Fire and brimstone, cinnamon and…

something flooded my lungs and mind. Where did the moisture coating my pussy come from?

Constantly aroused since having first met Elijah, my body seemed to have an endless supply of wetness.

All the sex Jon and I’d had and I could walk with no problem.

There was no twinge of discomfort between my thighs—unless one counted the sudden need making my pussy throb.

A few minutes later, panty-less and warmed through, I rounded the still-askew couch. Jon’s gaze landed on the shirt, but he didn’t say a word as I curled up on his lap. “I didn’t have any clean clothes,” I explained while pressing against his hard, warm front.

He scooted down a bit, wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face in my chest. “Christ, do you smell good,” he said, his voice muffled against Elijah’s shirt and my left breast.

His cock swelled against my leg as he continued to breathe deeply, nuzzling my tight nipple.

I certainly wasn’t the only insatiable being in the cavern, but was it possible Elijah affected Jon in the same way he did me? The fanciful idea magic actually coated Elijah’s home only made me wetter, and I rubbed myself against Jon, seeking friction for my needy clit.

He growled, his teeth nipping at me, his hands yanking up the edge of Elijah’s shirt to access my pussy. “Christ, you’re soaked already.”

I whimpered as he shoved two fingers inside me.

“I want you again,” he growled around a mouthful of my nipple and fabric.

“I can tell...” I’d meant to let out my giggle at his drive when we’d finished fucking not an hour earlier, but he clamped his teeth over my nipple, ending all thoughts on a deep moan. “More,” I whimpered, yanking on his unbound hair. “Harder.”

He obliged, stroking my aching bundle of nerves with his thumb while finger fucking me. “You like that, baby?” he asked between nips, and catching my lower lip between my teeth, I jerked my head in a sharp nod.

“Hmm.” He backed off, his gaze searing my face. “Maybe we ought to get you some nipple clamps.”

Another rush of arousal coated the fingers he still worked inside me.

“My baby likes that idea.”

“I’m game—” I gasped as he pulled his fingers from my pussy and pinched my clit, “—if you are.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,” he whispered, settling between my thighs.

“Fuck me.”

He claimed my mouth and body with one thrust, giving me exactly what I’d asked for.