Page 31 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

I held onto the bar with all my strength, my white-knuckled grip keeping me upright.

Elijah’s hand around my neck, his low voice in my ear wracked shudders through me.

And the sight of my wife obeying him without hesitation, unafraid for the first time to make a choice without my influence? Her independence only turned me on even the more. Seeing her take what she wanted…

Goddamn, the heat flaring among the three of us was going to burn my goddamned skin to ash.

She slid her hand beneath her panties, my voice echoing the moan leaking from her lips as she reached deep into her pussy.

“Show him, Dakota,” Elijah repeated his request.

Already panting, she pulled her hand from her leggings and lifted her fingers.

They glistened with her wetness, and I swore the addictive sweetness of her teased at my nose across the distance separating us.

Widened, her luminous green eyes showed, regardless of her owning her desires, she feared hurting me.

But she didn’t have to worry. My need for Elijah had to be twice as much as hers.

“It’s okay to want this, baby,” I whispered, my tone ragged.

“Just as it’s the same for you to desire me, Jon.”

Blinking, I tore my gaze off Dakota to find Elijah peering into my eyes, a satisfied curve lifting his lips at whatever he read on my face.

Definitely lust.

Yearning for a connection I couldn’t fathom yet craved.

And goddamned submission—to his desires, to his leading.

In that moment, I would have offered him anything. Everything.

Because I didn’t doubt that my wife would be right there with me, sharing in mutual need and fulfillment that I somehow knew only Elijah could give us.

“Please touch me,” I whispered.

Eyes darkening, Elijah reached inside my pants and wrapped his large hand around my dick.

My knees went weak, and I clutched at the bar with waning strength.

“Fuck.” I groaned at his strong grip, unlike Dakota’s or my own, so damn potent my balls seized up tight.

“You wish to please your wife.”

“Yes,” I panted even though he hadn’t asked a question.

“And me?”

“Fuck yes—anything. Jesus, fuck, Elijah.” I thrust into his grip, my entire body tensing.

“Finger yourself, sweet female,” Elijah murmured to Dakota without taking his focus off my face. “Find your pleasure in watching me make your husband come.”

He shoved me toward the wall at my back, and I let go of the bar.

My fingers found purchase in his hair as he quickly yanked my jeans to my ankles.

Standing once more, he squeezed my cock in his fist, his other hand holding my neck in a possessive yet tender grip.

Energy radiated off him, licking at my skin, setting me on fire regardless of the cool stone pressing against my spine.

I couldn’t look away even if I’d tried.

Dakota whimpered, the needy noise causing my dick to buck in Elijah’s grasp.

His chest rumbled as pre-cum oozed from my slit and coated his palm. He leaned in close, beginning to work up and down my length. “Watch your wife, Jon. See how your submission makes her burn.”

It fucking hurt to tear my focus off his pale eyes overcome by black pupils, but I did as told, only needing to shift my head slightly to take her in.

Dakota stared at me, her mouth parted on quick inhales, already close to coming. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable yet wary as her hand moved inside her leggings. Blonde hair hung around her shoulders, brushing over her tight nipples poking against the shirt she wore.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” I gasped as Elijah thumbed over my slit. “So goddamned perfect. Love seeing you like this—fucking love how you respond to your fantasies coming true.”

She whimpered, her gaze dropping first to Elijah’s grasp on my neck and down to where he smeared more wetness over my swollen cockhead with the palm of his hand.

I thrust into his grip, hissing. “Jesus—you’re fucking killing me.”

“Tell her how you’re feeling, all you’ve been holding back.”

I groaned instead, and he pressed harder against my neck.

“Jon.” His tone promised I might not like the consequences of disobedience.

“His hand feels so damn good, baby.” The words, strangled as though ripped from me, hung heavy in the lust-filled air.

Dakota began to fuck herself with her fingers in steady rhythm, stroking in time with Elijah’s along my aching length.

“Goddamn.” I clenched my eyes shut, willing away the too-soon tingle in my balls. “Been dreaming about him touching me. Touching you. Fuck.” I gritted my teeth, breathing deeply through my nose. Fire and brimstone filled my lungs.

Not a single part of me escaped Elijah’s presence, and I still lusted for more.

Images of the three of us entwined, flashing through my head. Heated skin. Desperate hands. Hungry mouths.

“Need to blow my load. Want you.” I gasped out every word. “Jesus—come, baby. Give us your climax.”

“Oh, God.” Dakota whimpered.

I forced my eyes open.

She leaned against the doorjamb, legs widened for access to her sopping pussy, frantically finger fucking herself.

My eyes started to roll back into my head, but Elijah pressed tight against my neck.

“Wait for her,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath burning my skin with a delicious sting I could easily become addicted to.

“Fuck.” I panted, trying with all my might to focus on Dakota, will her to come so my balls could explode. “Please, baby, please .” I begged, my hips jerking with Elijah’s downward strokes to my base and tight sac.

Dakota’s telltale whine built in her chest.

“Yesss,” I hissed, half-delirious. Fucking mad with need for release.

“O-oh!” Dakota cried out, slumping against the doorjamb, and my eyelids slammed shut as I let loose.

My balls pulsed and shot cum up through my dick with every euphoric noise leaving my wife’s lips.

Elijah growled as I twitched and jerked against his fingers, my cum spilling over his hand. The pressure on my neck lessened as I sucked in wind, one last spurt ripping a grunt from me. His pale eyes, intent as ever, peered into mine, and I swallowed at the heat still pouring from them.

“Take off your pants, Dakota,” he said, his voice rumbling with the type of command no one would dare defy.

Regardless of his dominant nature and tone, we had agreed on our mutual want of him. Obeying came easy as breathing in the scent of smoke and sex emanating from him.

Elijah held my gaze captive as Dakota’s rustling of clothing reached my ears.

“Lie back on the bench and pull your legs to your chest.” He continued to quietly steer us toward mutual fulfillment.

“Your husband is going to lick the cum from between your milky thighs.” Elijah stepped away from me as she obeyed in my peripheral vision, but he didn’t take his gaze from my face.

“Crawl to her on your knees, Jon. Clean and fuck her with your tongue until she comes again.”

Embarrassment should have burned my face, but I wanted to hear similar words of praise he’d gifted my wife.

I’d voiced some of my thoughts while he’d held me captive against the wall, but desires far beyond what I’d admitted to still lay in the back of my mind.

And I was pretty fucking sure he’d seen in my eyes what I hadn’t been able to speak.

Something potent had ignited among the three of us, and I didn’t hate how Elijah had finally taken the reins in guiding us forward together since both Dakota and I had been tongue-tied and unable to make another move.

I would swear on my wife’s life that we’d been meant to run across him in the White Mountains, that fate had somehow led us to his lair when we’d planned on the Bahamas.

And I wanted this. Him.

I dropped to my knees, and a sense of rightness flooded through me.

“Good boy.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I swallowed hard as his words lit me up from the inside out and once more made my dick hard as granite.