Page 38 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Dakota

E lijah said he’d been to Manhattan and back the day before, but neither Jon nor I had heard the helicopter.

It sat in the garage, black and shiny, and I couldn’t contain the giddiness in my chest. I’d never ridden in a helicopter before, and the machine reminded me so much of my dream of riding the dragon that my panties didn’t stand a chance.

The men had shared me as I’d fantasized about, and it had blown every expectation, every hope for a life-altering climax clear out of my head. Their cocks owning my body had been fifty times better and more potent than my silly imagination.

Becoming one with both men had been so much more than satisfying an itch. I’d been the cheese in their sandwich, the good stuff between two slices of delicious bread. I’d brought them together—and had ideas of doing more of the same in the near future.

Jon had always been enough for me, but before Elijah, I hadn’t realized how much my husband and I had been missing out on. And Jon’s willingness to explore his sexuality?

So. Damned. Hot.

The insatiable need I’d had for Jon since walking into Elijah’s home—and for the man himself—had tripled, and I felt half-mad with lust. Add in the fact we’d finally had the necessary conversation that put my fears of hurting Jon to rest, and I couldn’t focus on anything but sex and getting close with the two men.

Sure, climaxing was beyond belief, but the tenderness, aftercare, and gentle touches afterward?

They’d treated me like a queen, the most desired and appreciated woman on the planet. Who wouldn’t become addicted to that feeling? I hadn’t wanted to move and not because of being boneless and sated. I wanted to soak in their warmth, be cloaked with all that they were.

Energy had continued to ripple among the three of us over breakfast, and how we managed to shower, pack, and head to the garage without someone getting fucked again was beyond me.

Only a slight ache remained from how they’d taken me in the kitchen, but the need for continued intimacy erased any tinge of pain from my thoughts.

I sat on the seat behind the men, our bags on the one beside me, and settled the headset over my ears as the rotor blades started to spin.

The noise intensified, but the headset kept me comfortable.

I grinned like an idiot, my attention flicking from blond to darker head, my heart melting with every profile glance they allowed me.

Both freshly shaven, golden skin, and my husband’s freckles, and all I wanted to do was get them naked again, their bodies pressing against mine while trying to reach the other.

“Damn,” I muttered, squeezing my thighs together.

Jon glanced over his shoulder at me, an eyebrow raised. “What?” His voice sounded slightly muffled in the headphones.

“Oh.” My face heated as I realized I’d spoken out loud into the small mic beside my mouth. “Just, um, admiring the view.”

He held my gaze as Elijah flicked a few buttons, readying for takeoff. “Are you wet, baby?”

“You two—I can’t help it,” I answered, breathy to the point Jon’s eyes darkened with yummy intent.

“Buckle your seatbelt,” he told me before glancing at Elijah. He bit on his lower lip but quickly came to a conclusion.

He reached out, grasped the back of Elijah’s neck, and pulled him close. Teeth, tongues, and bruising lips met in a heated kiss that Elijah quickly took over, dominating so damn easily I wondered how I never noticed Jon’s natural submissive nature before.

I whimpered as they put on a show to drive me insane, devouring each other’s mouths until the three of us were breathless with need.

“Damn you,” I moaned, fighting the urge to slip my hand into my pants.

Elijah backed away first, pink flushing his cheeks as he stared at my husband. Need crackled like a live wire between them, and I would have given every last penny along with my prized camera packed in the bag at my feet to see them unbuckle and fuck right then and there.

I waited for Elijah to show his alpha nature, threaten Jon with a good time for being so forceful in taking what he’d wanted. But he glanced my way instead.

I gulped at the fire burning in his enlarged pupils.

“Ready?”

“Yes—more than. Please.”

He laughed at my double meaning and turned, focusing on getting us into the air rather than acting out a live movie of another fantasy I hoped to watch come true.

I sighed and slumped into my seat, anxious to get to New York and details out of the way so we could all climb into Elijah’s big bed and get to it already.

We lifted into the air, and I let out a squeak, grabbing hold of the armrests.

Higher and higher, we rose as the garage platform retracted and doors shut behind it.

From above, one would never know a beautiful, comfortable home lay beneath the mountain. It appeared as though the road disappeared into the hillside, the garage doors made to look like natural rock. The sun shone high overhead offering warmth, and I lifted my gaze to take in the White Mountains.

My breath caught, thoughts of the two men doing a cock tango disappeared from my mind as I imagined I rode on the back of my dragon.

The views he showed me brought a tear to my eye.

I’d buried my camera in the bottom of my backpack, and I cursed my body’s insatiable need to fuck overriding rational thought.

But I couldn’t tear my attention from the beauty outside to rummage the thing out.

On the way back , I promised myself.

Work chatter—robots and armor, the kind of stuff that would usually make me yawn—buzzed in my ears, but I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to what Elijah and Jon spoke of.

Face plastered to the window, I soaked in what an airplane couldn’t offer, and until we landed in New York a few hours later, my face hurt from smiling.

If only I could have felt some wind on my face and had those warm scales beneath my thighs to rub my needy clit against.

A limo waited for us at the airport, and the second the helicopter door opened, letting in the city air, I grimaced, wishing for the freshness of Elijah’s veranda.

The air smelled used up and empty. Dirty and wasted on those who didn’t appreciate its life-giving force.

How easily we as humans got so caught up in working and paying bills that we lost out on the beauty of Mother Nature and her sustenance.

Elijah helped me down and held my hand while heading toward the waiting car and driver. A glance over my shoulder let me know Jon followed, our three bags in his hands and a grin on his face at seeing me clutch Elijah’s hand.

Swelling emotion bubbled up inside of me, filling me with that same giddiness and contentment from earlier. My pulse thrummed so hard I found it difficult to breathe properly.

Elijah ushered me into the limo, spoke quietly with the driver, and joined me, his body brushing against mine, shoulder to thigh, keeping my libido on high alert and my panties wet.

Jon slid in the other side, crowding close, sending a ripple of goose bumps over my skin.

Clarity hit me in that second.

The passion among us had nothing to do with the cavern we’d been staying in.

The need for each other was pure fire crackling in the air, the magical pull of three souls almost…

bound together by fate? I’d been sure Elijah had been meant to be our third, but experiencing the non-lessened need for his presence outside the cave solidified the truth in my head.

My fanciful mind enjoyed the idea of us together always, and I rolled with that fantasy, creating all sorts of daydreams about being spoiled rotten while I spent my life caring for the two who loved me to distraction and the babies they would eventually give me.

Each had a hand resting on my thigh, and I shifted in my need to be touched a little higher up.

Elijah nuzzled my ear. “I can smell the sweetness of your arousal, mon coeur .”

God, when he spoke like that…

I swallowed hard. “What does that mean? Mon coeur ?”

“My heart.”

I stared into his light eyes, the book cracked open to his soul for me to freely read. The desire to drown in their fathomless depths and never resurface had me leaning in. I needed to breathe his exhales into my lungs, fill the half of my soul up that he owned alongside Jon.

Our lips brushed, a lightning strike of need making my insides glow with desire far beyond a mere seeking of release.

I whimpered as he sat back without allowing me to taste his tongue.

“Tease,” Jon muttered, and Elijah flashed him a warning look.

I giggled.

Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch the explosion between them.

Tension zinged through the limo as we pulled away from the tarmac, a quiet stillness that heightened senses. The kind that made me feel like I stood on the edge of another cliff, watching the rushing wind blow the trees behind me—and I couldn’t escape its path even if I’d wanted to.

Which I definitely didn’t.

Both men’s hands continued to rest on my thighs as though claiming ownership without any hint of competition.

Their hot bodies emitted the clean scent of soap with an underlying hint of the smoky fire that clung to Elijah.

My mouth watered for a taste of each of them, but my heart was conflicted about who I would beg to be beneath—if I had the guts to even choose.

“You don’t have to pick one of us over the other.” Elijah’s warm breath caressed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “No rules, remember?”

I blinked up at him. Could he read minds now?

Jon squeezed my thigh. “What he said, baby. Take what you want when you want. Him, me, doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you happy, Dakota.”

“What if it’s both of you every second of every damn day?” My question left my mouth in a rush.

He grinned. “Then I’ll skip responsibilities to please you and risk losing my new job.”

I huffed an exaggerated sigh, my insides all bubbly. “Can’t have that.”

“Guess you’ll just have to suffer in your need every day until we finish work then.” Jon’s eyes twinkled.

“Am I allowed to touch myself?” I asked, trying and failing to bite back my smile.

Elijah groaned and adjusted the bulge in his jeans, mumbling something in a growl beneath his breath.

“Of course you can touch yourself,” Jon said, sliding his hand up to cup me between the thighs, “but no coming until your juicy pussy is filled by us.”

The image of the two of them both buried in my body together, the heat of their cum mingling against my womb, sent a shudder down through me, breaking goose bumps across my skin.

Yes .

That quiet voice in my head purred with pleasure, and I was in full agreement. I couldn’t imagine the stretch, the fullness, but I wanted them together like that, even if it hurt like hell.

I hadn’t realized the limo had stopped, but the door beside Elijah opened. “We’re here,” he said, climbing from the car.

Jon opened his door, leaving me a panting, hot mess, and I scowled.

By “here”, Elijah had meant Jon’s and my apartment building, which meant it was time to pack up some of our belongings for the month-long stay in the mountain while Elijah went on to the office to get some things accomplished before we joined him.

I’d have preferred to close us all inside, strip down, and beg the men to take me again, but Elijah had responsibilities to tend to—yes, on a Saturday. With the new government contract, he had his people working around the clock to fill orders.

We would only spend the one night in New York, but Elijah had asked us to stay at his penthouse with him rather than sleep separately.

While we hadn’t yet shared a bed, nothing had ever sounded so good as settling between all that muscle, two warm bodies available for my pleasure before passing out blissfully sated.

“The limo will be back in an hour,” Elijah said, helping me from the car. “I’d rather stay, but I must go.”

“I know,” I whispered, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice or face.

He cupped my cheek in his warm palm, a flood of emotions pouring from his eyes as he gazed down at me. “Tonight, I promise we’ll be together again.”

My core spasmed, and I wished to beg for him to put us first. I bit my tongue and only got more aroused when Elijah gave his attention to Jon.

Neither spoke, but the look they shared? I had to fan my face.

Elijah climbed back into the limo, quickly disappearing from view.

Silent, I clung to Jon’s hand as we walked into our building, needing my husband to ground me against the feeling a part of me had been ripped away as the limo had driven off.