Page 21 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Elijah

T he days dragged by, and I only managed to stay away from my mates because of the live feed I pulled up on my phone every second time allowed.

Lounging in my Manhattan apartment, I dined on takeout and, like a pervert, studied Jon and Dakota as they made themselves right at home where they belonged.

The dining room around me hinted of bleach and lemon cleaners, but I imagined the scents of my mates, their mingled cum dripping from Dakota’s pussy.

I’d heard them a few times in those twenty-four hours we’d spent together in my home and had gotten a glimpse of them fucking, but fully watching them from start to finish on nearly every surface in my cave filled me with a voracious hunger I couldn’t sate on my own.

Relieving myself as they found their release took away some of the tension, but didn’t satisfy in the way I needed.

Thursday night, long after the dinner hour and finally getting the government officials to agree to my terms at my downtown office, I returned to my apartment, ripping off my tie and swiping over my phone’s screen to turn it on.

I had been plagued by memories of my mates all day long while trapped in an office building making the sale of my life—and in the process, creating the perfect job for my beta.

Thoughts of the contract for remote robots covered by my patented armor similar to dragon scales flew from my mind as the live feed from my living room filled the screen.

Jon and Dakota lay in front of the fire, making love with slow, sensual touches rather than in desperate hunger as they’d been doing since I’d left.

I slumped on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, cell clutched in my hands, my heart pained by their erotic dance.

He pulled out and kissed every inch of her body, worshiping her with lips, tongue, and sometimes nibbles, making my mouth flood with drool, my dragon growl with the need to use my own teeth on her silky skin.

Dakota held Jon’s head in her hands as he licked her breasts, sucking her nipples deep into his mouth. I couldn’t hear the sounds coming past her lips but could pull them forth from my memory. Gasps and the sweetest moans that made my blood heat.

Our female’s back arched off the floor and head tilted to the side, her eyelids fluttering upward. Her gaze latched onto the camera positioned above the kitchen sink I’d thought hidden from sight.

Did she know I observed their love making? Lower lip between her teeth and focus seemingly right on me...

Did she hope I stared, entranced by their display of pleasure they offered each other?

Jon rolled her over and positioned her face down, ass in the air.

He gripped her hips and slowly sank into her body, his head tipping back, his mouth moving as though whispering all sorts of loving or filthy words to make her come around his cock.

My balls tightened as he fucked into her harder, lowering his head and watching his length disappear into her body.

Faster, his hips pistoned, flexing his ass I wanted to mark with my teeth.

Dakota shuddered beneath him, her hands grabbing at the rug beside her face, eyes clenched shut, lips parted.

Jon lifted his head, his gaze pinning me in place as he too focused on the camera, same as our female had done.

He must have felt my steady gaze, his alpha looking on with longing and aching need.

I swallowed and immediately darkened my screen.

Had the two of them gotten into the control room while I’d been distracted with work and seen the wall of live feeds from the cameras I’d placed throughout the cave? If they’d gained access to that area, nothing would keep them from my dungeon across the hall.

But my phone would have alerted me to someone attempting to open both doors without the proper code. I had access to my cameras while I’d been in and out of meetings the previous two days but didn’t have time to check them until returning to my apartment.

Jaw clenched while willing my cock to deflate, I tossed my stuff back into my bag and strode to the elevator. The urgency to return, to see what else they might have figured out, sent a rush of adrenaline through my system.

Home.

Mates.

I swiped my cell’s screen to text my driver but paused, my need too great for a car ride to where my helicopter waited to whisk me back to the mountains.

I made my way upstairs, not stopping until I melted the lock on the door leading to the roof with a single flame between my lips since I didn’t have a key.

I let myself out into the night, breathing shallow to avoid filling my lungs with exhaust and the stench of the city, every inch of my body vibrating with a desperation above what I’d felt when first catching a hint of my mates’ combined scent on the breeze days earlier.

Desire for my ex-lover had never owned me like this.

Thoughts of Dolyn banged through my chest, and I hated how I still hurt, how some part of me couldn’t seem to let him go. Grief over not knowing where his body rested, of not having closure, continued to haunt my mind.

But the memory and ache for him didn’t lessen my desire for what fate had put in front of me.

Stripping in the cold night didn’t affect the heated blood coursing through my veins either. I stuffed my shoes on top of the rumpled suit I’d worn all day, zippered the bag shut, clutched it in my hand, and threw myself off the building.

Shifting mid-fall came as easy as breathing, and a single flap of our wings sent us shooting upward into the sky. An approaching plane slipped past beneath us, mere feet from our talons and the tiny bag dangling from one claw.

The rush of the aircraft’s exhaust faded as we flapped twice more, sending us northward faster than any plane could fly.

Hurry .

Darkness coated the land beneath us, but we didn’t bother with enjoying the beauty of night flying. Our focus lay on the mountains in the north, every harsh flap of our wings rushing us closer to our destiny. What would take a human pilot over an hour was less than half that in dragon form.

We made almost no noise while touching down on the road outside of our garage, and I quickly shifted back, forcing my inner beast to give way to our human side that would fit through the door.

Not bothering with pulling on clothes, I punched in the alarm code for the entrance off to the side of the garage’s stall door and let myself in.

The Humvee and Audi sat untouched without a hint of my mates’ scents clinging to their exterior.

A few seconds later, I stood between the two doors a key code required to unlock.

Only a slight, lingering scent of Dakota remained in the hallway, sending a rush of blood to my cock. She hadn’t been down in that area of the cavern since I’d left, but Jon?

That curious man had been snooping. Not that I was surprised by the fact. He was as wary and careful as I tended to be.

My gaze swung to the door on my left, the room I had visited the day before deciding to head to New York.

The room was coated in dust, unused for far too long.

Something had propelled me to clean the cross I’d imagined strapping Jon onto, and I’d done so, unmoved by all other hazy memories from before when another had given himself to me but refused to submit how I’d dreamed of.

But Jon—he was fated to be mine.

Yesssss.

Take.

My shaft hard and aching, I keyed in the code and pushed the door in. A wave of Jon’s scent filled the room, and even though he had cleaned up after himself, the sweet muskiness of his cum hit my tongue, flooding my mouth with saliva.

A low growl, desperate and full of yearning rumbled in my chest.

As an alpha, I’d never desired to taste a man’s seed before, but Jon made me want in ways no one ever had.

Need .

My gaze snagged on the wall my dragon had ruined with fire, the rock melting and resolidifying in droplets that reminded me of the many tears I’d shed after Dolyn’s disappearance.

Not ours.

I grit my teeth, hating the lingering ache in my chest. Spinning away, I shut the door on my past and, brow furrowed, let myself into the tech room. I scanned over the screens lining the far wall.

Jon bent over deeply, rifling through the refrigerator, his bare backside and puckered hole on display, causing my mouth to water and another groan to my lips. I wanted to lick and suck. Plunder and own.

Yessss.

Dakota let herself into their bathroom—one room I didn’t install cameras in. The door closed behind her.

A war raged in my head and heart, instinct and reasoning clashing like I’d never experienced before.

Should I stay put until the following morning when I’d claimed I would be home or head upstairs and fill my eyes and lungs with the two drawing on my soul to mate? I wanted to fill them in every way imaginable.

Need—own .

My dragon thrashed against the bonds I attempted to control him with—but I still refused to take without consent as his instinctive nature demanded we do.

Jon straightened, backed out of the refrigerator, beer in hand, and glanced at the doorway leading down to the lower floors. He lifted his head slightly as though sniffing, his focus on the stairwell that would lead him to me.

His cock thickened slightly between his thighs, and my heart skipped a beat. Was it possible the dragonblood inside him had begun heightening his senses from time spent surrounded by my scent? Did he feel the same tug toward me, the alpha who would dominate him yet lay the world at his feet?

I held my breath, but Jon eventually moved to the windows, peering into the dark sky, going from pane to pane.

He donned a pair of shorts he grabbed off the floor and lounged in the corner of the end of the couch where he could keep watch on both the door beneath the stairs and the hallway opening at the top to the second-floor bedrooms.

He sipped his beer, gaze flitting from one to the other as though waiting for which of us would arrive first. His wife—or me.

I pulled on the clothing from my bag, uncaring of their rumpled appearance. Bag in hand, I slipped back into the hallway and made the trek up the stairs, my heart pounding and inner beast purring over my giving in to the need to be nearer to my beta.

A last check of my phone’s app revealed Jon still lounged on the couch, but his focus honed in on the door I stood behind, his nostrils slightly flared in awareness I was close by.

Simmering satisfaction coursed through me as I shut my phone off and hesitated a moment to tighten the leash on my dragon’s need to moan his delight.

Not only had my dragonblood drawn Jon to me, but it had without a doubt awakened his as well.

I pulled open the door and stepped into the kitchen.

Jon had already started my way, his blue-eyed gaze taking me in from head to toes, the desire swirling in his orbs not lost to me. The fact he wasn’t surprised to see me solidified my thoughts on how the ancient blood simmered in his veins with heightened awareness.

Want.

My hold on the beast within me slipped slightly, and I blinked to keep my eyes from shimmering, shifting to reveal that something more than human stood before my beta.

I dropped my bag on the island, and Jon came close, hand outstretched.

“Welcome home,” he said, a smirk on his lips and hunger in his stare.

I clasped his hand, and he yanked me in for my first ever bro-hug, his palm hot and possessive on my back, his chest pressed against mine.

His heart thrummed in time with the one beating beneath my breastbone.

My inner beast whimpered rather than raging to take what was ours.

Eyes closed, I breathed Jon in, the wildness of the outdoors on a crisp fall day soothing when I’d expected the explosive need to fuck to own my human form.

We lingered in our hug longer than was usual of acquaintances or even friends as though hesitant to put distance between us. Lust and longing filled both of our faces when we finally pulled back slightly. There was no way Jon didn’t feel the connection to me—didn’t see that he belonged to me.

He cleared his throat and stepped away, breaking all physical contact between us, leaving me cold and empty.

Dakota appeared at the top of the stairs, but I’d been so caught up in Jon that I hadn’t heard or scented her.

Head down, she fumbled to undo one of the buttons on my shirts she wore.

The cotton gaped across her breasts, and she lifted her head with a satisfied smile that quickly dissolved when she saw me and stumbled to a stop on the second step.

The color leeched from her face. “Y-you’re home,” she sputtered, her voice breathless.

My dragon growled, a low note of pure need escaping my lips. Swallowing it down a second too late, I nodded. “I am.” Opposite of her reedy tone, my voice rumbled louder than I’d intended, my grasp on my dragon slipping as fire flooded through me.

A flush swept up over our female’s chest and neck, prettying her cheeks.

Lick.

Taste.

My gaze slid down over my shirt to where it caressed the tops of her knees.

From our vantage point below, the apex of her thighs drew my focus, stiffening my half-swelled cock to the point of pain in a single heartbeat.

Her sex was bare to me, the edges of her pink, swollen labia and the hint of her clit beneath its hood.

Breed.

I licked my lips, unable to keep back the beast’s groan rising unhindered from inside me.