Page 25 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

E lijah spoke to both of us but peered at Jon while making his claim. His low, vulnerable voice was potent enough to thicken the sexual tension between the two men as they stared at each other.

Jon and I should have talked over what we’d done. How our world tipped, taking us out of our comfort zone. How he’d shaken hands in agreement to a job when he should have been wary, considering how his best friend had let him go without notice.

It seemed he trusted Elijah, his spirit definitely boosted by the decision he’d made.

I should have told him so while he’d washed me clean of Elijah and his cum. But my tongue remained tied because I couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening among the three of us.

And Elijah’s claim about giving us whatever lay in his power to do?

His words couldn’t have been a declaration of love, so what was it? An offering of his body to satiate the obvious lust that continued to simmer and zap in the air around us?

Or was it something insanely more ? A promise that went beyond human instinct and desire to seek out sexual fulfillment?

The two men continued to study each other, and I almost felt like a fly on the wall—and suddenly wished that I was. If I didn’t sit between them, would they act on their need for each other? Would Elijah grasp Jon’s neck and yank him close, claim his lips like he seemed desperate to do?

I had no doubt that was how it would play out between the two—Elijah, the alpha, my Jon his submissive. Hot enough alone to dampen my panties, but put them together in what I realized were their natural tendencies?

Sexy as fuck, Jon would say, even if he’d never shown a hint of interest in bending to any man’s will before let alone someone as powerful as Elijah’s presence radiated. The images of Jon giving himself to Elijah flashed through my head, renewing my hunger with aching force.

I whimpered, and quickly bit my lip as both of their gazes latched onto me as though my needy noise broke the little world they’d been encased in. I hadn’t meant to intrude, but I couldn’t quiet my rising arousal.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Jon asked, his pupils blown.

My face heated as I imagined him on his knees before Elijah, peering up with him with blatant hunger only Elijah could satisfy.

And I didn’t care that I wasn’t enough, that Jon had desires we needed a third in order to sate.

Elijah had brought something to life in both Jon and me, meant to be shared in equal measure. Acknowledging the truth made a hint of my hidden inner fierceness rise to the surface, stretching at its newfound freedom from insecurity.

Jon had taken a step on his own, and it was time for me to do the same and make a choice without leaning on him again.

“Dakota?” Elijah pressed, but it wasn’t the command in his voice that opened my mouth.

It was a yearning for fulfillment of things I hadn’t realized I wanted until that moment—and the figurative balls to speak my desires.

“If I wasn’t here...” I glanced between the two, unsure of how to word my thoughts in a way that didn’t make me sound like a sexual deviant.

“You want to know how we would act on our mutual desire?” Elijah questioned quietly without a hint of judgment in his tone.

My insides jittered with sweet excitement that bordered on anxiety. “Yes.” My reply sounded more definite than I’d expected, considering my past inability to speak up. I glanced at Jon, breath held.

“Well, well, well.” He smirked, flashing his dimples. “It seems we have another voyeur on our hands.”

A rumble escaped Elijah, but I couldn’t tear my focus off my husband’s glinting baby blues.

“So, if Elijah and I pretended you weren’t here, and we got it on, you’d be a sopping, panting mess? Even more than you probably already are?”

My thighs pressed tightly together as a wave of lust pulsed through my core. “Yes,” I repeated with the same assurance.

A twinkle lit in Jon’s eye as he took my full bottle of beer from my trembling hands and sat it on the coffee table.

“Sit back, baby,” he murmured with a wink. “We’re gonna reward you for speaking up.”

Jon had always claimed he would give me the world, and his words suggested he’d continue doing so if I continued to ask for what I desired.

My inner giddiness intensified, making my breaths come in pants. Oh, the power sitting on the edge of my lips…

I glanced over at Elijah.

He didn’t move from his seat on the couch a little ways away from us. Nothing about the man’s presence hinted at submission, but he seemed acquiesced to let Jon lead for the time being.

Perhaps I could test that assumption later.

Jon stood and turned toward Elijah.

God, how I wished to be that fly so I could buzz around and see his face. I no longer existed for Elijah—he only had eyes for Jon as my husband approached him.

Jon stepped between Elijah’s spread knees, and he sank down to his own, offering me a view of both of their profiles.

A low rumbled growl emitted from one of them—Elijah, I guessed, considering how he stared at my husband.

I gulped and whimpered again, my pussy pulsing. “Holy shit, this is so hot,” I couldn’t help but whisper encouragement for them to continue.

As if they would stop having been given the green light.

My man had willingly dropped to his knees for the obvious dominant male in the room without having to be commanded to. Had he dreamed of kneeling before Elijah? Had he wondered how the man would react?

Elijah shifted to the edge of the couch, his shoulder muscles bunching, hand shaking as he reached for Jon. His fingertips caressed with gentleness rather than the blatant display of animalistic hunger that seemed to seep from his pores whenever he stared at my husband.

“Don’t hold back,” Jon rasped, the urgency in his voice making me curl my fingers to keep from touching myself and getting off long before either of them did.

Elijah grasped Jon’s neck and yanked him close, their mouths coming together in a rush.

“Oh, God.” I squeezed my thighs together and bit my lower lip at the rough way their lips meshed.

Teeth gnashed, and groans flooded my ears as they acted with desperation to sate their hunger for each other.

Jon’s fingers dug into Elijah’s thighs as he yanked on Jon’s hair, angling his head to better plunder my husband’s sweet mouth.

They both gasped for breath, lips parting momentarily, before crashing back together again.

Arousal leaked from my core, and I couldn’t find it in myself to care I would leave wet evidence on the couch of what their appetite for each other did to me.

Like a violent storm bent on breaking everything in its path, the two men’s passion crashed into me, igniting something deep within my soul, an unnameable yearning that went far beyond lust and mere need for release.

The storm inside me swept me toward the abyss, and I was powerless to stop falling into the unknown.

How did one return to normal after sharing intimacy outside marriage?

I was convinced Elijah was meant to be our third, but would Jon recognize the truth of our connection with him?

He lusted for Elijah, but was it possible for him to bond in the way I swore I could feel along my skin? Like energy wrapping itself around me, drawing me closer to the man who I somehow knew would fulfill us in every way.

The truth of what the three of us could be went beyond fantasy. My mind wasn’t simply in the clouds this time.

Something real— tangible —drew us together.

Need to be a part of what the two men experienced in front of me singed along my arms, and I unintentionally moaned loud enough they became aware of my presence once more.

Jon tore his mouth from Elijah’s and glanced at me. Black pupils dominated the sky blue of his irises. Lips bruised and swollen asked if I was okay, but I didn’t hear his voice past the rush of blood in my ears.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I heard myself whine, writhing in my seat, hands fisted at my sides to keep from reaching out and begging to take part in what they shared.

Elijah yanked Jon’s hair, pulling him back to claim his mouth again, and when he reached between them and grasped Jon’s hard-on, I bit my lip. As though the strength left Jon’s body, he sagged forward, his forehead resting on Elijah’s as the man shoved Jon’s shorts down.

Elijah spat on his palm and wrapped his hand around Jon’s cock.

“Ah, fuck.” Jon gulped and thrust into Elijah’s hold, wetness beading at his slit.

“Touch me.” Elijah’s growled command rumbled clear through me, springing every hair follicle to life.

My body tensed, cells vibrating to do as told even though Elijah hadn’t voiced the order to me.

Jon reached for the button of Elijah’s slacks, gaze ensnared by intense pale eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped what hindered him from obeying.

My breath left in a rush at the sight of Elijah’s hard length, flushed and straining upright. Pre-cum leaked from his slit in unnatural steady pulses, making my mouth water as it coated Jon’s fingers.

Forget the gentle glide of hands touching and learning a partner for the first time. Elijah and Jon’s forearms both flexed, rippling with muscle as they jerked each other off. To the root and back up, palm over the head and down, they moved in sync, their hips pressing up on every downward stroke.

The temptation to touch myself, fuck myself with my fingers while they worked each other over, made me dig my fingernails into my palms. I refused to get so caught up in my own need that I missed out on the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

A shudder rippled over Jon’s back. “Jesus, fuck.” He gulped.

Elijah yanked his head back and leaned in to devour his mouth, the combined scents of their arousal thick and heady in the air.

I found myself on my knees, crawling toward them, so far gone in my need I didn’t care I would interrupt what I’d claimed to only want to watch.

Elijah pulled away, and blinking, Jon glanced at me, his blue eyes hazed over.

“I—”

Jon tugged me forward and between them, tearing the words I’d intended from my mind. “Suck his cock, baby.”

I bent forward to do as told, my gaze snared by Elijah’s.

Jaw clenched, he gently cradled my head in his hands as I placed mine on his thighs.

At the first swipe of my tongue across his slit, the sweetness of his pre-cum flooded my senses.

I licked and lapped, my pussy dripping with abandon in response to his flavor.

“Does he taste good?” Jon asked, leaning over me and reaching between my thighs. I widened my legs, desperate for his touch where I needed him most.

“Yes.” The word gasped past my lips as he cupped my sex.

“Take him deep,” Jon said, his voice rasped to hell. “Show him how talented your mouth is while I empty my balls inside your needy pussy.”

I whimpered and closed my mouth over Elijah’s crown.

He blinked twice as though trying to stay focused on my face and leaned back, giving me more room to work—and watch.

Swirling my tongue, I moaned as another burst of his flavor smeared over my tongue.

I swallowed the rush of saliva, stuffed my mouth with his cock, and closed my throat around his girth.

He growled, his jaw clenching, nostrils flaring.

“Mmm.” Jon lifted my hips, yanked my leggings and panties to my knees, and filled me with one thrust.

Soaked, swollen, and so damn ready for him, I didn’t do more than moan around Elijah’s girth.

“Her pussy is like silken fire,” Jon said, breathless, like he rode the edge of his orgasm. “So damn wet.” He slammed into me over and over until I couldn’t hold to a rhythm of lifting and sinking my mouth over Elijah’s length.

I whimpered, my eyes closing against the onslaught, the need to come.

Elijah’s hold on my face tightened, and he began thrusting in time with Jon, filling me, his control, both of their grunts, the glide and thrust of Jon’s cock deep inside me, causing a tingle to sweep up from my toes to my thighs—without a single touch to my clit.

Light exploded behind my eyes as my body detonated, and I arched my back, lifting my ass and moaning around Elijah.

“Christ!” Jon stabbed against my womb, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum.

Elijah yanked my mouth off him, and grabbed hold of his cock, jerking his length in front of me. Two thrusts, and a deep groan rumbled from him as thick ropes of cum shot up across his stomach rather than on my face like I’d hoped for.

Still, at the first wave of his release shooting over his abs, I fractured anew as though connected to him. A ripple of throbbing pulses clenched my core around Jon’s cock emptying deep inside me.

My heart pounded, euphoric tingles rushing over my skin as we finished, both men’s hands gentling on my body. With a shuddering sigh, I draped over Elijah’s lap, my cheek on his thigh.

Elation soared through me far beyond what I’d expected or even dared to hope.

We had shared in release at the same time, bringing a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t know existed.

And to think we’d only just begun.