Page 23 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

T he tension had pulled tight among the three of us, and something had to give or I’d lose my goddamned mind.

“What are you doing?” Dakota whispered as I started on another button, my gaze set on Elijah’s face.

He stared at my hands baring my wife to his hungry gaze, his nostrils flared, lips parted.

My intentions?

To give my wife what she desired because doing so would lessen my guilt for wanting the same. Was it infidelity for us to indulge in a threesome?

I didn’t believe so, especially since Dakota didn’t fight my instigating an affair all three of us had been dying for.

I’d made the right choice in denying my supposed friend a taste of my wife, but doing the same with Elijah, who respected us enough to not even dare ask, didn’t sit right in my head. No red flags waved, no booming voice insisting I whisk Dakota away from Elijah’s potent virility.

Sharing her with him felt right in that moment, and I needed him just as badly as he appeared to want both of us.

Another button popped free beneath my fingers, causing Elijah’s shirt to gape open, and I reached beneath the fabric, palming Dakota’s full breast that overflowed from my palm.

“Jon?” She questioned me again, her whisper cut short as I brushed my thumb over her hard nipple.

“I’m offering Elijah what he’s been drooling over since the moment he laid eyes on you,” I finally answered her, my other hand running over her stomach to palm her hot, soaked pussy through her pants. “What you want but haven’t been able to voice, sweet wife of mine.”

Her audible swallow sounded loud in the heavy silence hovering over the living area, but she didn’t argue the truth I’d spoken.

I licked the shell of her ear and slid my hand beneath her leggings, down over her silken pubic bone, straight to the wetness seeping for me—for him.

Yes.

That damned voice again.

Same as earlier in the day when I’d submitted to my instincts and found Elijah’s dungeon room, I gave over to the need driving Dakota and me crazy.

Putting my wife on display hadn’t been planned, but the second I’d made the move, something clicked inside me, erasing all doubt about what had been brewing—and that guilt that had been riding me since laying eyes on Elijah.

I was meant to be the catalyst I realized in that moment, the one to bridge the gap between them, but I also needed both of their consent.

“Do you trust me, baby?” I murmured against the soft skin of my wife’s neck.

“In everything,” she whispered, her words more along the lines of a pant than bold declaration as she melted against me.

Elijah’s gaze didn’t leave my hand as I moved beneath Dakota’s leggings. His body tensed, hands fisted at his side as though he fought off the need to pounce on what my wife and I wanted to experience with him.

“I...” He let out a rush of air and groaned, grasping the bulge in his slacks and squeezing while I slipped a finger into Dakota’s pussy. “Fuck.”

His low, rumbled curse, the first we’d heard pass his lips, had Dakota clenching around me. Her head tipped back to rest on my shoulder, my dick pulsing against the lush globes of her ass.

“I didn’t—” Elijah swallowed audibly “—I didn’t offer you shelter from the storm nor a job in expectation of anything in return.” His voice strained, low and rumbly.

Hot as fuck.

My dick bucked against the material separating me from sinking into my wife’s warmth.

“I know you didn’t.” I slid a second finger inside Dakota, and she gasped, following my favorite sound in the world with her throaty moan. Hand stilling against her sopping heat, I waited for Elijah to meet my gaze.

Dakota whimpered and dug her fingernails into my forearm in attempts to make me move, but I held her still on my lap, refusing to give her what she needed until our host agreed to what I’d started.

Elijah finally lifted his attention to my face as though hearing my unspoken request.

Promise of relief I’d been chasing since first seeing him lay in his pale eyes, and remembering that damned black cross in his basement, my balls seized on the verge of nutting without skin-on-skin contact.

“I want both of you.” Elijah’s quiet, low bass confession caused pre-cum to ooze from my throbbing cock.

I shuddered beneath my wife over someone finally laying out on the goddamned table what had been burning among the three of us since we’d shared oatmeal beside our campfire.

As far as I was concerned, there would be no stopping the train barreling us toward a completion I sensed would be life-changing.

“Do you want Elijah to make you come?” I rasped against Dakota’s ear, completely ensnared by Elijah’s intense stare promising me the kind of satisfaction I hadn’t thought would fulfill me but now craved more than another sip of oxygen into my lungs.

If he wished to string me up with chains and flog my body until I sagged in spent elation, I wouldn’t deny him.

“Mmm.” Dakota writhed in my arms, and while I was aware of what the sound meant, perhaps Elijah didn’t.

“Is that a yes, baby?”

“O-only if it’s what you want. If you’re absolutely sure.”

Not the simple yes I’d hoped to hear in that moment, but I knew my wife’s body, the fantasies she’d always shared with me when she was in the mood to fuck.

I slipped my hand from beneath her clothing.

“Wh—”

“Elijah is going to remove your leggings,” I cut off her sure complaint and flicked open another button of Elijah’s shirt. “Then he’s going to do what he’s been watching me do to you the past couple of days—eat your juicy pussy until you cream all over his face.”

Elijah and Dakota’s lust-filled curses hit my ears at the same time, the tension between them zapping like a live wire.

Our host didn’t deny what I’d been wondering about with those cameras he had placed around his home.

I’d found one by accident and had gone looking for more.

He had them in every room except for the guest bathrooms. Turned out Elijah had five empty guest chambers upstairs along with his master suite Dakota and I had decided to not fuck in during his absence.

“Dakota?” Elijah whispered her name, his need for her verbal consent assuring me of his respect and care for my wife.

“Yes.” She gave without hesitation what both of us wanted.

Elijah reached for her with trembling hands, and Dakota lifted her hips in offering.

She whimpered, and he growled as he slowly peeled the leggings down her legs, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. Her sweet aroma flooded my nose, and I ripped at the final button, yanking Elijah’s shirt wide.

He showed more restraint than I, gently pulling the spandex off Dakota like she was a gift, an old vintage wine to be savored.

The second he released her second foot from the leggings, I pressed her thighs wide with zero resistance on her part, my own legs keeping her spread for both their pleasure.

Fixated on her pussy, Elijah shifted back enough to lean his torso on the couch and slid his hands beneath her ass, both of his pinkies caressing my hard-as-fucking-nails dick pressed against her backside.

I groaned, and he sniffed her pussy like she was a glass of fine wine.

Rather than sipping a mere taste as I expected, he growled and dove into her hole like a starving animal, gathering up her wetness to swallow down like her arousal was the sustenance his body craved.

Every wet smack of his lips, every gasp and moan from my writhing wife as he lapped at her slit was like a shot of adrenaline to my overheated blood.

Yes.

I groaned the whispered word in my head and rubbed my cock against the back of Elijah’s hands as he clasped her plump cheeks.

I’d never come without direct stimulation before, but goddamn if I didn’t feel like my nuts could erupt from the friction of the shorts rubbing against me.

Why?

Why the fuck had I waited so goddamned long to get this show on the road?

I should have spoken up sooner—we could have been doing this shit for days on end, lost in a haze of sex and cum, sated libidos and empty balls that would be more satisfying than me and my wife going at it like a couple of bunnies.

Elijah’s low groans and throaty growls over my wife’s taste filled my ears. His scent brought a potency of arousal the likes I hadn’t known existed.

And I was fucking here for it.

Dakota’s breath caught, and I jerked open my eyes, not having realized I’d closed them, lost in the waves of desperation for completion pulsing through the air around us.

I pinched both of her nipples, parting her breasts so I could better see Elijah’s head against the milky whiteness of her legs. She had her hands tangled in his hair, her thighs now pressed tight against his ears.

He lathed up through her pussy with his tongue, circled her clit, and latched onto the protruding nub.

“Going to c-come.” Dakota half-choked on the word, her body tensing with a telltale sign she approached climax.

“Give it to him, baby.” I pinched her nipples hard enough to send the sting down to her clit she’d claimed to like. “Come on his tongue—give him a taste of how sweet you are.”

Her knuckles went white where she clutched Elijah’s dark hair.

“Oh, fuck!” She shrieked and bowed in my arms, breath catching between groans while riding out her release.

His low moan, the sight of his ass flexing as he humped the air had me clenching my jaw to keep from blowing my load in my shorts.

“So fucking sexy,” I hissed through teeth, my balls tight against my groin, the throb fucking unbearable .

I heaved for breath, my ears ringing, body strung to the point of explosion as Dakota finally relaxed against me, loosening her hold on Elijah.

I wanted to fuck my wife.

I wanted Elijah to fuck me.

He shifted back into his seat, creating distance I lusted to leap forward and close.

Our gazes clashed, and I swear to fucking god, the black of his pupils swirled, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck beyond my need to come—lick my wife’s cum off his full lips.

Dakota slid off my lap and kneeled on the floor before I could decide how I would find release. Her gaze moved from my face to Elijah’s, and I recognized the hunger in her eyes.

I stood over her and shoved my shorts to my knees with one vicious push.

My gaze flitted down to her still-pebbled nipples flanked by the sides of Elijah’s shirt while palming my cock.

“We’re going to come all over your gorgeous tits, baby,” I rasped, my voice ragged with want for so many things I couldn’t fucking fill my lungs.

“Mmm.” She hummed her agreement and pressed her breasts upward, creating a plump shelf for me to blow my load onto.

“Come with me, Elijah,” I begged.

He stood beside me in a wave of heat and energy, and I glanced at his face, squeezing my dick to keep from shooting too soon. The pulse in his neck throbbed, the scent of his pre-cum slamming into me like a wall as he pulled his massive dick from his pants.

“Together,” he said, his deep voice sounding as tight as my body.

“Yes,” Dakota whispered, peering up at us, worshiping us with lust in her blown pupils.

I stroked down my length, my balls throbbing. “Fucking hell—gonna come so goddamned hard.” My taint spasmed, and I groaned. “Fuck. Can’t—” A string of cum erupted from my shaft, spurting across Dakota’s chest.

A rumbling growl left Elijah’s parted lips as his shot atop mine, marking my wife.

Dakota gasped, her gaze on Elijah’s face as our cum laced over her chest.

A few more curses flew past my lips as I milked myself, the sight of our spunk on my wife’s skin sending a rush of satisfaction through me. I’d only instigated the whole scene with the intent to relieve tension, but my obsession for my new boss took root in my goddamn head—and cock.

I’d either seriously screwed up or had started us on a path toward heaven on earth.