Page 32 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

J on had quickly kicked his jeans off and crawled toward me at Elijah’s command. Although he’d just released over Elijah’s hand, Jon’s unfocused, lust-filled gaze on my pussy made my breath catch.

I’d been brutally honest in finally admitting what I wanted, but lingering fear over my husband’s reaction erased from my mind at the look in Jon’s eyes.

He prowled across the rock floor like a predator, his hair falling around his face. Lips parted, he stared, his blue eyes intent upon my swollen folds as I grasped the backs of my knees and bared myself fully. Arousal leaked from my pussy down my ass crack.

Awareness of Elijah’s gaze on both of us caused my pussy to pulse and kept my heart thumping at a rapid pace.

Jon’s hands closed over mine, our fingers lacing behind my knees. He lifted his gaze up to my face.

Undying love shone from him as our souls connected on a deep level in the way they always did. Assurance of his love rushed through me.

He flashed his dimples, and I shuddered.

“Please,” I whispered, my throat tight.

Holding my gaze, Jon licked me from asshole to clit, his tongue like silken fire in lapping up my cum.

“G-God...” I bit the inside of my lip as he repeated the motion.

With lips, teeth, and tongue, he showed me how much he loved me, worshiping every inch of my swollen labia and protruding clit. I wanted another release—needed it like my panting mouth did water, my lungs, oxygen.

“Jon,” I whimpered his name, writhing against his hold on my thighs.

“Come for us.” Elijah’s command worked like the flip of a switch.

I detonated, arching and crying out.

Jon groaned, shoving his tongue deep into my pulsing pussy until I went lax, sprawled and barely able to keep my thighs spread.

Elijah advanced on us, erection freed from his slacks, Jon’s cum all over his hand acting as lube as he stroked himself.

Another rush of lust swept over me, tingling my toes and earning a growl of appreciation from Jon as he lapped at me.

Too much…I couldn’t… My mind tumbled, lost in a swarm of emotion so overwhelming tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.

Need .

The quiet whisper in my mind gave voice to the desperation I felt in the deepest parts of me.

“Take her, Jon,” Elijah said, barely suppressed aggression in his pale eyes as he halted alongside us.

I couldn’t look away from his intense stare and the darkness swirling in his pupils.

Jon lifted his face from my throbbing pussy and shifted closer on his knees.

No way he was hard again already?—

Jon filled me with one thrust, causing my back to arch on the low-weight bench.

A gasp tore from my lips at the sudden fullness, but no stinging pain lanced me. Like an animal, he pulled out and thrust into me, grunting with each stab into my body, his hands like a vise on my thighs, holding me open, doing exactly as Elijah had told him to.

I gasped with each slam against my womb, the sight of Elijah jerking himself with my husband’s cum beside me causing my toes to tingle with yet another impending climax.

“Open my shirt covering your breasts so I can paint them with my release.”

I tore at the expensive fabric in desperation to obey Elijah, uncaring a button pinged across the floor.

A deep growl rose in his chest as I bared myself fully to him.

“Come with me, beta,” Elijah whispered the words, but Jon clearly heard the order.

As one, both men released.

Elijah’s cum laced over my aching nipples with tingling heat.

Jon cursed, veins in his neck throbbing as his cockhead pulsed against my womb.

Elijah’s second shot landed on my lower lip, and when I licked his cum into my mouth, I came again with a gush around Jon’s cock.

I cried out as both men continued to paint me with their cum, deep grunts accompanied each spurt until they stilled.

My lips throbbed, breasts tingled, and my pussy convulsed in what felt like a never-ending climax. I didn’t want the euphoric wave dousing me to recede, but gasping for air, my body eventually quieted.

Jon lay over me, his cheek on my cum-covered breast as we both heaved to fill our lungs.

I tilted my head back, blinking at the dark god looming over us.

Elijah gazed down upon us, his eyes no less intense than when he’d stroked his cock in time with Jon’s plundering of my pussy.

I licked along my lower lip again, whimpering over the addictive sweetness of Elijah’s seed still there.

“Don’t,” he murmured, using his thumb to wipe the remaining wetness from my mouth.

Jon suckled at my cum-covered breast, and Elijah grasped his hair, pulling his head away from me. Traces of Elijah’s spunk clung to Jon’s cheek and his tongue as it flicked out to gather more from the corner of his mouth.

“No—please.” Elijah ripped his T-shirt off overhead and wiped Jon’s face then the rest of the cum from my chest and cheek.

I should have been exhausted. Should have been a boneless heap on the weight bench, but I was strangely rejuvenated. Wide awake as though having consumed a double shot of espresso. I squeezed my pussy around Jon’s softening cock, and he groaned, resting his forehead on my breast again.

My smile came easily as I ran my fingers through his hair while looking up at Elijah. We didn’t touch, but I felt as though a band had wrapped around and held us together in a firm yet gentle embrace.

Elijah returned my smile and cupped my cheek in his warm hand, connecting the three of us physically, which felt as beautiful and as right as the night before. “I’ve never seen anything so delightful as when the two of you are in the throes of passion.”

I sighed and pressed my face against his palm, drinking in his show of affection, his old-world type charm, and the satisfied bliss in his eyes.

“Might I have the privilege of carrying you upstairs?” he asked, his gaze causing heat to shiver over my skin.

“I’m good.” I snickered as Jon let out another groan. “But I think Jon could use some help.”

Elijah chuckled, one of his eyebrows quirking as he glanced down at the noodle-like body unmoving between my thighs. He ran his hand over mine clasped in Jon’s hair and down over his back.

Jon shuddered and arched like a cat before letting out a sigh.

“You could probably lift and take me up to the highest point of this damn cave without losing your breath,” he muttered against my skin, his exhale warm over my nipple.

“If your body wasn’t like a damned furnace and your cum so fucking tasty, I’d swear you were one of your robots. ”

Elijah outright laughed, and as Jon finally pulled out of my body and stood, swaying, what he’d said registered in my brain.

Tasty cum.

I bit back giggles because he’d spoken the truth.

And I wanted more.

“Come along, sweet female.” Elijah swept me up into his strong arms as though forgetting I’d stated I was fine.

I didn’t argue but snuggled in close, sniffing along his warm neck, inhaling the comforting scent of embers, cinnamon, and sex.

Jon was quiet as he trailed along behind us while Elijah climbed the stairs.

Cradled in his arms as though I was the queen of his world, his steady heart beat against my ear in one of the most soothing sounds on earth.

The idea of having Jon’s chest pressed on my other side, holding me between the two of them rekindled life between my thighs.

I fought the need to squirm to alleviate the growing ache between my thighs.

Elijah pushed open our bedroom door. “What are you thinking about?” Elijah asked as though he could smell my arousal.

“Sex,” I stated bluntly since me speaking my mind had so far gotten me all sorts of delicious climaxes.

Jon snickered behind us, and I somehow knew he’d been focused on the same thing. Thankfully, he seemed the opposite of upset over my sudden sexual outspokenness.

There was something about Elijah…

He set me on my feet in the bathroom and started the shower.

Jon hugged me from behind, and I leaned against him, wanting to cuddle and fuck at the same time.

Elijah turned and took us in.

Both Jon and I held our breath, waiting for him to make the next move.

“Care for her,” he told Jon.

My husband nodded and swallowed—probably the same disappointment I felt as Elijah strode away from us.

Again.

Jon ushered me into the shower enclosure and crowded close, his hands on my backside. “Holy fuck, you’ve got one fine ass.”

All trace of exhaustion sounded gone from his voice, and I spun, wrapping my arms around his waist. “So now what?” I asked, deciding I was done waiting for him to address that damned elephant we’d been circling for days on end.

Fucking at Elijah’s command had definitely loosened my mind and tongue. I hoped Jon felt the same.

“Now,” he murmured with a glint in his eyes, “I wash every inch of your body, hoping to get those pussy juices flowing again so I can sink my cock into you. Or I could just use conditioner to lube up my dick and shove it up your ass.”

I snickered and pushed him back enough I could see his face. “I’m serious, Jon.”

“So am I.” His eyes shown with mischief as he once more reached for the bodywash.

“You couldn’t get it up for a third time that quickly even if you wanted to,” I muttered as he began sudsing up my torso.

“Don’t know about that.” He smirked and rubbed his flaccid dick against my thigh while turning me slightly to wash my back. “Something about this place—that man —makes me feel like a teenager again.”

Jon sank to his knees, taking care to wash me clear to my toes.

I ran my fingers over his damp hair. “You like him.”

Jon finished before standing and meeting my gaze. “Yes.”

“You want him.”

He blew out a huge breath but kept his focus on me rather than flitting away as though he experienced guilt over that fact. “So damn much I can’t think of anything else. You?”

I nodded and bit the inside of my lip. “It’s like…we were destined to meet him. Feels…right. Know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Jon didn’t hesitate to agree. “He makes me think about all sorts of things I never considered before.”

“Would you let him fuck you?”

Jon searched my face but didn’t answer.

“I would be okay with it,” I whispered assurance of my consent.

“What about you?” he asked. “Do you want his fat cock filling your pussy? Stretching your ass?”

I studied my husband just intently as he did me but couldn’t read what went through his mind. My heart thumped heavy in my chest. “Would it make you upset if I did?”

“Not if I was there with the two of you—watching.” He pushed my wet hair over my shoulder and caressed his fingers down over my breast, his gaze trailing along with the movement. “ Or participating.”

A whimper leaked past my lips as his fingers ghosted over my belly.

“Ah.” He grinned and lifted his focus once more, dimple popping. “The truth comes out. How long have you been fantasizing about two men taking you at the same time?”

Oh God.

I swallowed but knew honest words needed to flow between us. “O-only since meeting Elijah.”

“Hmm.” That twinkle lit in his eyes again as his dick twitched between us.

Jon’s jealousy from the past? Gone. Fled the building, as though it’d never existed.

There was absolutely no reason for that truth, but I wasn’t about to get bogged down with details when more exciting things lay before us.

“Okay.” I narrowed my gaze, ready to wield a little more of this brazen sexuality being around Elijah had brought out in me. “How long have you been finding men hot?”

“Only since meeting Elijah.” Jon repeated me, word for word.

I let out a sigh and relaxed into my husband’s arms. “There’s something about him—magical, almost.”

“My fanciful wife.” Jon’s chuckle rumbled beneath my ear, and he squeezed me tight. “He’s just a hot-as-fuck, lonely man, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” I said, smiling and closing my eyes while imagining my body impaled between the two of them. My core spasmed with need.

Jon didn’t answer, and we stood for a few moments in silence as I warmed through—and not from the hot water caressing my back.

“His cum,” I finally murmured.

“What about it?”

“It’s like a double shot of espresso but sweet as candy.”

He huffed a snort. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Still. I want more.” I felt free to admit.

“My body can’t get enough of those goddamned growly commands.” He made the statement as though his head wasn’t sure of the same.

I took Jon’s hand and pressed it between my thighs to keep him from getting lost in confusing thoughts.

One of Jon’s eyebrows rose as he slid his fingers through the fresh slickness seeping from my pussy. “Is that cream all for me or because of him?” he asked, no trace of anything but lust in his eyes.

“Yes.”

Jon grinned as though pleased with my response, kissed the word off my lips, and lifted me into his arms.

We hadn’t talked everything through, but thoughts of further discussion swept from my mind as he claimed my mouth, filling my mind and body with his love.