Page 33 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. And how much more I wanted to explore. Being dominated by Elijah, allowing him control, had snicked all kinds of feel-goods in my brain into place, laying out a path that I wanted to follow but had no fucking clue where it might lead.

The taste of his cum still lingered in my mouth long after I’d made love to my wife in the shower and we dressed to finish out the day.

Dakota and I sat to eat a late lunch, but Elijah’s presence remained in my mind although he hadn’t joined us.

“Do you think he’s all right?” Dakota asked, her gaze flitting up the stairs to the upper floor where I didn’t get a sense he lingered.

I popped the last bite of my turkey sandwich into my mouth and chewed, wondering. He hadn’t seemed to regret what we’d done. I shrugged. “Maybe he just needs some time. Seemed fine to me though.”

Dakota sighed and stood, gathering our plates. She’d made him a sandwich as well, and it sat untouched in front of his empty seat. “Guess I’ll wrap this up for him.”

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked, sitting back in my chair, my focus on her downturned lips.

“Yeah.” She tried for a smile. “I just...” Blowing out a breath, she fully faced me. “We need to talk this through completely, Jon. I-I need to know what this is.” She swept her hand around his house, her troubled eyes welling.

“Shit.” I hopped up and pulled her against my chest. “If it’s too much, we can light out of here right now. Walk away and put whatever this is behind us. Just say the word, Dakota, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Your job?—”

“Fuck the damn job if staying here is going to make you cry.”

Dakota clung to me, nuzzling her face against my chest.

I kissed the top of her head, soothing my hands down her back atop Elijah’s shirt.

“We’re going to stay,” she said matter-of-factly, “but promise me we’ll talk to him and figure this out when the workday is over—or when he comes back.”

“I promise, baby.”

Elijah’s presence flicked my eyelids up before the thought he’d come home materialized in my half-asleep brain. No noise rose from the hallway from where I’d left our bedroom door wide-open when Dakota and I had finally gone to bed, but I didn’t doubt his return.

After showering, I’d finished up what I could in the office regardless of my boss being there to guide me and his team through more paces with the robots.

Dakota and I had eaten dinner—alone. Darkness had fallen, and we’d shared a bottle of wine while waiting for Elijah to show his face. Dakota had wondered if he’d been called away for work, but there was no way in hell he would have left without telling us.

It was another two hours after lying down in our bed before my wife slept.

My eyes had eventually closed, and I’d ridden the edge of slumber, images of black dragon scales rippling through my mind until a shiver of energy had lifted the hairs on my arms, rousing me fully.

Slipping from beneath the covers caused Dakota to sigh and turn, but she didn’t wake. I grabbed my shorts off the floor and pulled them on before heading out our bedroom door. Sniffing the air, I looked left toward Elijah’s room, but his scent rose from my right, drawing me toward the stairs.

Darkness covered the open living area, and even though I couldn’t see clearly, I could make out the shadowed image of his bulk on the couch.

Without a word, I descended the stairs and walked into the sunken living room. I settled onto the couch a few feet away and angled toward him, close enough I could see a glass of wine in his hand.

“My apologies for leaving without word.” He kept his voice low, the deep bass sending a shiver down my spine that curled around to my front and zapped at my balls.

“Are you all right?” I asked, fighting to see his eyes in the darkness while adjusting my junk.

“I am…unsettled,” he finally answered, his voice portraying a vulnerability I’d never expected from him considering his usual confidence.

“You regret what we did?”

“No.” He quickly corrected where my mind had gone. “It’s—complicated.”

“We’ve been ignoring this elephant long enough, Elijah. Talk to me. Let’s figure this shit out.”

He exhaled deeply. “Part of me longed to make demands that I have no right to speak to either of you, but my other half refuses to push. Consent is of utmost importance to me.”

“Do you have, like, a split-personality or something?”

Elijah huffed a quiet laugh. “Not exactly, but I do have conflicting desires. My intention yesterday had been to lead us all down a path the three of us seem to want, but part of me began to lose control.”

“Seemed as though you had your shit together to me.” I shrugged even though he probably couldn’t see the action.

“I needed some space to…calm myself.”

“Understandable.” I sat back, arms along the back of the couch. “So you’re feeling better now?”

“Much, thank you.”

We sat in silence for a few seconds but far from uncomfortable. Well, except for the bulge in my shorts Elijah’s presence always caused.

“You’re good with us staying here?” I questioned.

“Yes.”

“And I’m still your employee?”

“Hopefully for the foreseeable future.”

I grinned into the darkness, loving how easily we communicated when we’d been hoarding our own thoughts for too damned long. Shit was easier this way.

Made my dick fucking hard and the rest of me like a live, strung wire.

Or maybe that was just Elijah’s presence.

“I’ve never wanted to submit to anyone or anything,” I admitted, laying myself bare since he’d opened up to me. “But you…goddamn, when you’re whispering those lust-laced commands in my ear… Fuck.” I shifted on the couch as my dick began to swell.

“You desire to submit to me.”

“ I don’t,” I clarified, “but my body sure as fuck does. I’ve never been attracted to a man. Never wanted another man’s cock in my mouth. Hell—” I snorted a laugh, “if you’d told me two weeks ago I’d actually like the taste of a man’s spunk, I’d have knocked you out.”

Elijah chuckled. “You could try.”

“Hmm.” I peered through the darkness, wishing the damn moon shone brighter outside the massive windows. “That sounds like a good time.”

Silence, luscious enough to seize my balls, rose over us as I imagined grappling with Elijah, our bodies entwined and sweaty. Our dicks hard and leaking all the fuck over each other.

“What about Dakota?” His question jerked me back to reality.

“What about her?”

“Does she know your desires, and does she feel the same way toward me?”

“Better fucking believe it. My wife has a lot of fantasies that include the two of us.”

Elijah shifted but didn’t close the space between us like I half wanted him to do. “Is that so?”

“Call her a good girl, and she’ll probably do just about anything you ask.”

“And you?”

I snorted. “I won’t lie and say I hated you telling me I was a good boy. Not sure I’ll follow orders as willingly as she might though.”

He muttered something that sounded an awful lot like we’ll see about that .

I opened my mouth to question him, but he beat me to it.

“You’re the bridge between us, Jon. Dakota has seemed to find her voice, but she will still look to you to make decisions when it comes to your marriage—and who you invite into your bed.”

“So it’s up to me,” I reworded what I hoped I had right. “Meaning I get to be in control next time, because there sure as fuck will be a next time.”

Elijah snickered. “You will be the one to initiate, but never doubt who is the alpha among us.”

I should have laughed or at the very least scoffed at the word that would have made my wife swoon.

Nope.

Yearning to kneel before Elijah and worship his fucking everything rolled over me at the title he’d given himself. Come to think of it…he’d called me beta when ordering me to come while I’d been buried balls deep inside my wife.

“Goddamn.” I adjusted my aching dick, more on board with this fantasy shit than I’d ever have expected of myself. “So, uh, I have this idea.”

“I’m open and willing to give you whatever I’m able to.” Elijah reminded me of what he’d said not long after we’d met.

Nothing was free. Everything came with a cost.

One positive about my negative outlook—low expectations didn’t leave space for disappointment. Internally, I’d given up hope of ever impregnating my wife, and I’d planned on becoming a trash guy once we’d returned to New York in order to provide for my wife.

But now?

I got to game for a living. Sort of.

We might not ever get the family Dakota and I had dreamed about, but Elijah had proved himself enough that I chose to take a risk in seeking out fulfillment of another of my wife’s desires.