Page 42 of Drawn by Dragonblood (Blood Born #1)

Jonathan

M y body fucking froze at Dakota’s confession.

I’d expected her to want us both, and I was fine with fucking her with Elijah on the other side.

Making myself available to him alone after the shit day I’d had didn’t sit well with me.

Well, my damned dick was definitely on board.

Aching and leaking, the fucking appendage couldn’t wait for his touch and whatever else he might have in mind.

“Jon?” he questioned quietly, and hearing my name on his lips melted me like I did with Dakota whenever I pulled her into my arms.

Fucking hell, this man.

Swallowing my groan, I nodded.

Heat flared in his pale eyes, the singe along my skin making my blood burn as I stood to follow him and an excited Dakota into his bedroom.

Hands fisted at my sides, I stayed back a few feet as Elijah pulled a plush chair close to his bed and Dakota curled her legs beneath her on its seat.

He whispered in her ear, and her face flushed.

She nodded up at him, the desire in her eyes, the smile on her lips a mirror of what I felt coursing through my damn body even though I tried to squash the need.

My brain remained shut tight behind a thick wall, safe from manipulation and hurt.

Seeing Ashley and Elijah face to face with each other didn’t suggest jack shit as far as my wondering over if they’d fucked or not. But Dakota had stared with renewed interest, and I fucking hated it more than I did my ex-best friend’s desire for my wife.

I felt both Dakota’s and Elijah’s stare on me.

I stood at a fucking crossroads that led into the unknown. It was dark down both paths and scared the fuck out of me.

Would caving in to fear and retreating make me lose what I shared with Dakota? She’d definitely gotten in over her head with Elijah—would I take a backseat, considering everything he could offer her that I couldn’t?

Giving her my full attention, I searched long and hard.

Her smile slowly faded. “You don’t have to?—”

I held up my hand, having heard all I needed to.

Dakota put my feelings first. Every. Time. There was no need to fear seeing as how we’d been through a dumpster fire countless times and had come out unscathed.

Breath held, I turned my focus on the dark god of a man who reminded me of my childhood imaginary friend even though he didn’t sport wings or have claws at the ends of his fingertips. I remembered the feel of his owning grasp on my nape, his hold while tasting my mouth.

A whimper escaped me, and I moved forward as though powerless to withstand his draw.

He can own my body , I told myself, stepping closer to him, his stare burning my skin, electrifying every nerve ending with the energy snapping between us.

A mere two feet separated us, and I had never been so aware of my nerve endings.

The blood rushing through my arteries, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.

A loss of saliva in my mouth, and goose bumps covering every inch of my skin.

Tension locked my muscles rigid, need drawing my balls tight against my groin regardless of the lingering wariness lingering in my mind.

Elijah slid his warm palm along my cheek, pushing his fingers through my unbound hair to cradle the back of my head with a firm, comforting grip I sank into with a relieved sigh. No commands, no words, just gentle pressure pulling me close as he leaned in to kiss me.

Fucking hell…

My eyelids slammed shut, and my hands reached for him as though moving on their own, grasping his dress shirt tight, desperate to hold onto him.

I groaned as he slid his tongue between my lips.

Whimpered as he caressed my cheek with his thumb and angled my head to lay claim to my mouth with a tender kiss that rocked my world, tilting it haphazardly enough I felt my legs sway beneath me.

The need in me was too much, overwhelming in its pull toward him, to let him burrow so deep inside me we became one where I felt sure I wouldn’t have to fear jack shit any longer.

“Let me love you, Jon,” he whispered against my mouth, holding my head still in the cradle of his hands.

Goddamnit all to fucking hell.

My pulse raced, and dread wanted to claw up my throat, demanding I couldn’t trust him with my heart.

But his eyes… Jesus, the vulnerability he showed made my stomach swoop and throat tighten.

“Yes,” I heard myself whispering exactly what that voice in the back of my head begged for.

Elijah stepped close, an overflow of tenderness emanating from his steady gaze. “I promise not to hurt you—unless you ask me to.”

Fuck .

Why did that bring back all those flashes of balls and chains, gags and floggers? The memory of the cross in his dungeon and how hard I’d come on the floor before hit me like a freight train that couldn’t be slowed.

I panted while he pulled my shirt off overhead. Moaned when he mapped out my entire upper body with his hands, fingertips searing every inch of skin they touched.

I needed him so fucking badly that my body trembled. Fucking knees knocked. I kicked my sneakers off, but he grabbed my hands when I reached to undo my jeans.

“Let me unwrap the gift of you,” he commanded quietly.

“Jesus, Elijah.” I swallowed hard and nodded, knowing and not caring hearts rested in my eyes.

Dakota whimpered, but I couldn’t tear my focus off Elijah’s face as he sank to his knees and made short work of my jeans, pulling them down.

Heartbeat throbbing in my throat and dick aching like a motherfucker, I stepped out of them, damn near collapsing as Elijah ran his palms up the sides of my thighs.

He licked up the underside of my dick.

“Ah fuck!” My eyes rolled into my head at the same time Dakota moaned. My hands gripped Elijah’s hair, to yank him close or push him away, I didn’t know. I hung on for dear life as he closed his mouth over my leaking head and took me deep into his throat.

“Fuck…oh, Jesus fuck.” I groaned and whimpered, gasped as he swallowed around me, taking me straight to the edge in five seconds flat. “Christ, fucking stop before I blow my load. Please, Elijah—mercy!”

He hummed and backed off slowly, his tongue swirling around my length, gathering the pre-cum oozing from my swollen head as though trying to coax my climax from my balls regardless of my desire not to come all over his face just yet.

“I’ve never done that for a man,” he rasped as though taking my dick into his throat had left him hoarse.

“Never?”

He shook his head while glancing up at me, kissing the insides of each of my thighs.

Goddamn. He was a total alpha, definitely didn’t bow to any man…but he’d gotten on his knees for me. “Jesus, Elijah.”

Slowly, he rose to stand before me, the intensity in his eyes, the blackness swirling in his pupils weakening my knees and making me delirious with the need to drop to his feet and worship him like he’d done for me.

Yes.

I sank onto the edge of the bed rather than giving in to complete submission, unable to tear my gaze from Elijah’s face as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Awareness that Dakota sat a few feet away, watching us—probably soaked between her thighs—wasn’t enough to distract me from Elijah unwrapping the gift of him .

He didn’t reveal anything I hadn’t already seen when he pulled the white shirt off his arms, his pecs flexing and abs rippling, but I drooled like a motherfucker.

I reached for him on instinct, needy as fuck, and he stepped close, allowing me to unclasp his belt. The snap of his slacks, the teeth of his zipper slowly descending sounded loud in my ears atop my panted breaths.

His groan as I freed his erection and wrapped my hand around it was better than any music I’d ever heard.

I wanted to play that shit on repeat until it echoed for eternity in my head.

I didn’t bother pushing his slacks all the way off but leaned in and licked the wet trail glistening down to his balls.

The man leaked like a goddamned faucet, his pre-cum as sweet as I’d remembered.

“Christ.” I swallowed and went in for more, moaning while lapping up his flavor that swarmed my taste buds, tingling my tongue. I wanted every drop lying in wait in that heavy sac of his to shoot into my throat. Fucking longed for it. Needed it?—

“No.” His stern command stopped me from closing my mouth over him, and he grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

Darkness warred with the pale irises, swirling enough I blinked to focus on them.

“Lie on my bed,” he rasped as though barely holding back from ravishing me. “Let me pleasure you.”

I did as commanded, telling myself it was my body obeying, not my head, but fuck if that damn wall I attempted to keep erected between us didn’t tremble as he crawled atop me, gaze latched to mine, his eyes begging me to submit.

Yes .

He took my mouth, and I told the damn voice in my head to fuck off.

I lifted up to fuse our mouths together better.

Nipped his lower lip. Trapped his hips between my thighs, my feet resting on the bed, and fought to ignore the size of his hard cock pressing against mine and how badly I wanted his girth to defile me.

Elijah gyrated his hips, and I groaned, my dick jerking alongside his, slick from his pre-cum.

I wasn’t going to fucking last.

“Fuck me, Elijah,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

Fuck me already so I can get you out of my fucking head, my system.

He planked over me, propped on his hands, his massive shoulders and pecs above me. “Dakota,” he said, keeping his focus on my face although he was definitely more aware of our surroundings than I was in that moment. “Are you wet?”

“S-soaked,” she whispered, shifting on her chair.

“Come show me.”

In my peripheral vision, she moved to the bed and slid her pants to the floor.

“ Show me ,” Elijah repeated, and she dipped her fingers between her thighs.

He glanced at her and licked his lips, sitting onto his haunches, his hand outstretched toward her.