Page 34 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

S ame as the previous morning, I woke before Jon and slipped out of bed, lower lip between my teeth. Instead of making my way downstairs, however, I tiptoed to our bedroom window, hopeful yet filled with fear that Elijah hadn’t yet returned to us.

The sight of him glowing in the rising sun, flowing from one pose to the next on the smaller veranda far below, eased tension I hadn’t realized rode my shoulders as it’d done for most of the previous day during his absence.

A shuddered sigh of relief swept through me, bringing a smile to my lips. I’d been afraid that what I’d felt for sure had been meant to be had gone awry, and insecurities had hammered at my brain until I’d finally fallen asleep.

Elijah had returned home to us?—

“Mmm.” Jon ran his hands over my ass cheeks while crowding close in all his naked glory.

“You’re so damn beautiful backlit in the window like this.

” He nuzzled my neck with his warm lips while grinding his hard length through my crack.

“These delicious curves.” Firm hands mapped my front, and he hummed his appreciation a few times, especially when sliding fingers between my thighs and finding me wet.

“Watching my hot as fuck boss do his morning ritual?”

No trace of jealousy laced his question.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck and widening my stance so he was free to explore. “Yes.”

“Like what you see?”

“Same as you do,” I sassed back, pushing my ass against his hard dick.

“Damn straight.”

I snorted, and Jon did too.

“Guess I need a new label for myself, huh?”

“Elijah-sexual?” I suggested since Jon had never shown a hint of attraction to another man.

“Yeah.” Jon nibbled my lobe. “We’ll go with that.” He trailed open-mouthed kisses from my ear to my collar bone and back up again, sending a shiver of goose bumps over my bare body, but he pulled his fingers away from my pussy without penetrating me. “Coffee.”

He stepped away, and I huffed in annoyance, my core throbbing.

Jon draped one of Elijah’s shirts over my back before I could turn and complain. “Here.”

Guess he really was focused on that damned cup of Joe.

“I need more clothing than this,” I said with light laughter while sliding my arms through.

“No, you don’t.”

“But—”

“I want you wearing Elijah’s shirt, his scent. Nothing else.”

Well, hot damn.

I turned, gulping at the need in Jon’s eyes trailing over my body as he leisurely stroked himself. My nipples tightened, and I clenched my thighs together.

“Fuck me?” I begged, expecting I wouldn’t be able to sit down for breakfast without leaving a wet smear on the chair otherwise. Then again, considering how easily I became aroused in the cavern, I probably still would.

“Nah.” Jon smirked, and I glowered. “Coffee first. Fucking later.”

“Bastard,” I muttered.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

One thing about Jon—I trusted him to fulfill his promises and then some.

I made coffee while he put some bacon on to fry, his fingertips trailing over my skin every time he passed, keeping my body heat on high. I cracked the eggs and whipped them into a scramble while he set the table, the muscles of his back flexing along with the ass I loved wrapping my legs around.

Couldn’t wait to do it again.

“Did you hear Elijah return last night?” I asked, spatula in hand, turning my focus on the preheating pan.

“No, but I couldn’t sleep and came down here after you’d passed out, and he was sitting on the couch.”

I glanced over my shoulder, ready to beg for all the hopefully hot details, but Elijah pushed open the slider, letting in a rush of cool, morning air—and the luscious scent of fire and sex.

My mouth watered and knees went weak in a flash.

His naked torso snagged my focus, tanned skin rippling down to the band of his shorts slung low on his narrow hips. I forced my attention off the impressive bulge between his thighs. His gaze held mine as my face heated, and he smiled.

“You’re home,” I heard myself say.

“Yes, and I apologize for leaving without communicating with you.”

“Is everything all right in New York?” My words rushed out as he walked into the kitchen area, heightening my nervousness. “We’d noticed the helicopter was missing and assumed you’d had to go to the office.”

He tipped his head to the side, his smile turning lopsided as he halted beside my husband. “It was…something like that.”

“Morning,” Jon said, pulling him in for a bro hug as if they’d been best friends for decades.

I imagined all sorts of naughty things they’d been up to during the night, and heat flared to life between my thighs.

“Coffee?” Jon asked, stepping back first.

I stared, lost in a fog of need when I should have been pouting with jealousy.

They appeared completely at ease with each other. What the hell had gone down while I’d been sleeping?

“I can hear your brain working,” Jon said with a chuckle, drawing my gaze off Elijah’s happy trail I hadn’t realized I’d been focused on. “Fantasies got your head jumbled up?” my husband asked, stalking toward me.

“I—”

He plucked the spatula from my hand and reached around me to turn off the stovetop. “I know they’ve got your imagination running wild.”

Face hot, I glanced over at Elijah who leaned against the counter a few feet away.

All trace of nicety had disappeared from his eyes, replaced with the kind of heat that turned my insides to glowing embers. “I promise your husband and I behaved last night.”

“I wouldn’t care if you hadn’t,” I answered honestly, squeezing my thighs together again.

Jon moved out of my personal space without touching me and sat on a barstool, hands on his thighs. “Kiss him, Dakota.”

Blinking, my head whipped toward Jon. “Wh-what? Now?”

“Yes. Let him taste the sweetness of your mouth.”

God, did I want to, but I never would have been able to initiate on my own regardless of my new confidence.

My knees shook, but I shuffled to Elijah, instinctive need dictating I take what I craved.

He kept his hands on the edge of the counter behind him, his pale eyes seeming to delve into my soul, stealing my breath as I drew nearer.

I glanced back at Jon.

“Kiss him, baby. I know you want to.” His lips lifted in the smile that melted my heart and assured me of his desire for this. “ I want you to.”

I took a step closer, mere inches separating me from Elijah. The heat of his skin seared my palm as I laid it over his thumping heart. Tilting my head back, I gazed up into his face.

“You must make this decision,” Elijah whispered, his sweet exhale caressing my face, “and not for anyone but yourself.”

“ I am choosing you, Elijah.” I whispered the truth in my soul while lifting onto my tiptoes. I brushed my mouth across the second set of lips I had ever kissed.

Warmth rushed straight into the deepest reaches of me, far beyond my greedy pussy. The empty ache in my chest I only just realized had been waiting to be filled flooded with fulfillment in ways no climax could achieve.

Elijah groaned and grasped at me, his hands nearly spanning my waist, his fingertips digging into my flesh as though fearful I would step away and leave him unfulfilled.

As if. Jon had opened a can of worms that wouldn’t ever be hidden from the light of day ever again.

I arched into Elijah, parting my lips in offering to prove my want, not just my husband’s.

Elijah slid his tongue into my mouth, stroking. Tasting. Thrumming my heartbeat.

My head swam, and I clutched at his shoulders, unquenchable need to have him— all of him—to be one with this dark god, causing my entire body to tremble.

I felt tiny in his arms, but somehow, we fit together perfectly, his hard length digging into my belly.

Want .

“Want,” I gasped aloud against his hungry mouth.

Elijah cradled my face in his hands, his essence twining with what felt like a newly awakened part of my soul.